Chapter 272 The Queen
Ryan didn’t think Tilda was as simple as she looked. The girl who had disappeared from the Jensons 19 years ago was definitely hiding some secret.
Otherwise, why would she be involved with those two people?
Daphne responded, “I’m not sure… But Honey, does it really matter? If we wanted someone to disappear completely, it wouldn’t be that hard. As long as we catch Tilda alone, even if Jude and the others are suspicious, they won’t have any proof. She’ll be gone for good, and we’ll never have to worry about her causing problems for us again.”
Daphne had made up her mind. No matter what it took, she was determined to make Tilda vanish from their life.
“We need to think carefully first. Right now, let’s just handle the problems we already have,” Ryan said.
As the family head and the son of the once-dominant Slosa business tycoon Abram Bell, Ryan might not be as skilled as his older brother, Aiden Bell, or his nephew, Jude Bell. But he had his own talents. He could sense danger better than most. He could feel clearly that Tilda was not someone to mess with. Now that they had crossed her, even if she became their enemy, they couldn’t rush to get rid of this difficult problem.
Of course, compared to some real threats, Ryan knew he was still far from being a match. That thought stabbed at his heart like a thorn, impossible to ignore.
“Daphne, I’m warning you. Rebecca’s mess has already caused enough trouble. Don’t go behind my back and start anything stupid that I’ll have to clean up! Otherwise, I won’t let you off!”
Hearing that, Daphne had no choice but to hide her plans and reluctantly agree.
Night fell. There were no classes today. Tilda had been busy all day after waking up, working on a programming task given by Lab Seven. She finished it in one go, compressed the files, and sent them to Manfred.
Tilda wrote, “Mr. Parker, I’ll be going abroad in a few days to help Professor Linscott at the International Art Competition. I’ll take on more missions when I return with the championship.”
Manfred texted, “Haha, then I hope you win big! Bring glory to the country! But with your skills, winning the championship will be a piece of cake. Go and amaze everyone!”
At first, Parker didn’t understand why someone like Tilda would bother with an art competition. Compared to some art championships, her identity as the dark web Queen was enough to make every country fight over her, wanting her on their side. Luckily, Tilda was loyal to her country. She only worked with Lab Seven to find her senior, putting her talents to work for her country.
After watching her work these past few days, Manfred realized she was a genius—unbelievably smart! He was amazed. The latest mission alone would have taken a dozen top scientists working nonstop for days. Tilda finished it all by herself in just a few days! Every program was perfect and without a single bug. All the data was neat and easy to understand, which helped Dane a lot! Thanks to the teamwork of Dane and Tilda, both geniuses, the lithography machine project was moving forward faster than ever.
Later, Manfred realized that Tilda didn’t care about money or fame. She only wanted to serve her country and took pride in earning honors for it. Her courage and dedication were worth more than anything else. Having someone like Tilda was truly a treasure for Cetherland!
After chatting with Tilda, Manfred packaged the files and sent them to Dane through his team. Tilda wanted to stay for Dane’s compliment, but there was still some time. After a long day, she decided to go for a walk. Una was helping at the welfare center that night and had invited Tilda. Tilda had been too busy before and turned it down, but now she had nothing to do. She thought it was the perfect time to grab a drink at a quiet bar.
At Nightingale Bar, Tilda sat on the balcony of the second floor, overlooking the river. The night wind gently blew through her long hair, making her pale face shine in the lights along the riverbank. She looked calm and relaxed, almost like a cat, leaning back in her chair with half-closed eyes, holding a glass of Bloody Mary. The deep red drink matched her slender fingers and red lips perfectly.
People in the bar couldn’t take their eyes off her. Even rich kids who had flirted with many girls didn’t dare go near Tilda. Her reputation at Nightingale Bar had already become legendary. Everyone quietly called her the “Queen.” It meant she was like a real queen. Anyone who dared provoke her always paid a heavy price. Just like a noble queen, she was untouchable.