Chapter 259: Luna's little revenge
**【Luna's Perspective】**
"We've lost them," Violet confirmed. "Max's security detail is no longer following us."
I nodded, my attention focused on the laptop balanced on my knees. "Park in the underground lot behind the spa center. We'll enter through the rear entrance."
Violet shot me a curious glance. "You seem to know this place well."
"I've studied the building layout," I replied without elaboration.
After parking, we made our way through the dimly lit garage to a service corridor. I led Violet confidently until we reached a small alcove near the building's security monitoring station. Crouching in the corner, I opened my laptop and began typing rapidly.
Violet kept watch, her posture tense. "Luna, what exactly are we doing?"
"Getting answers," I murmured, fingers flying across the keyboard as I accessed an account I hadn't used in years. The screen filled with complex code as I bypassed the building's security protocols.
"Is that—" Violet gasped, recognizing the specialized interface. "That's a high-level hacking program. Where did you learn to do this?"
I didn't look up from my work. "I studied more than just chemistry. Computer science and cryptography were useful skills in my research."
Within minutes, the security monitors inside the room went dark, displaying only static. As expected, two guards emerged from the monitoring station, concerned voices echoing down the hallway.
"Perfect timing," I whispered, quickly closing my laptop. I smoothed my hair and adopted a worried expression before approaching them.
"Excuse me," I called out, my voice deliberately timid. "I'm new here, and I was looking for the staff entrance when I noticed you seemed to be having trouble?"
The guards exchanged glances before one explained their system malfunction. I feigned interest, mentioning my "modest IT background" from a previous job.
"I might be able to help," I offered shyly. "My boyfriend works in cybersecurity, and he gave me this USB drive with cleanup tools for removing viruses."
The guards, desperate to resolve the issue without reporting it to management, eagerly accepted my assistance. Inside the monitoring room, I inserted my USB drive, which installed a remote surveillance program while simultaneously copying the last twenty-four hours of security footage.
"There we go," I announced after a few minutes, the screens flickering back to life. "Just a system glitch. Everything should be fine now."
The guards thanked me profusely as I exited, joining Violet in the corridor with a satisfied smile.
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Back in the parking lot, we were heading toward our car when a gleaming Mercedes pulled into a reserved space near the entrance. My entire body tensed as Skyler Hart emerged, dressed in an expensive designer outfit, her perfectly styled hair catching the sunlight.
"Luna?" Violet touched my arm, noticing my sudden rigidity. "We should go."
"That's her," I whispered, rage building inside me. "That's William's wife."
"Mr. Morrison warned me about her," Violet murmured urgently. "He suspects she might be behind the sniper attack."
I slammed the car door shut, my eyes never leaving Skyler's retreating form. "We're following her."
"Luna, think about this—"
"She's the reason my son is lying in an incubator fighting for his life," I hissed. "She's the reason you were shot. She's responsible for destroying everything I care about."
Violet studied my face, clearly surprised by the intensity of my anger. "We need to be careful. Whatever you're planning—"
"I'm not planning anything illegal," I cut her off. "I just want to see what she's doing here."
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For over an hour, we observed Skyler from a distance inside the spa, pretending to browse treatment pamphlets while she received a facial treatment. When she finally rose and headed toward the restroom, I nudged Violet.
"Now," I whispered, following Skyler down the hallway.
The moment we entered the empty restroom behind her, I gave Violet a curt nod. "Kick the door open and hold her head in the toilet."
Violet's eyes widened. "Luna—"
"Do it," I commanded, my voice cold and unfamiliar even to my own ears.
Without further hesitation, Violet slammed her boot against the stall door. Skyler's startled scream was cut short as Violet grabbed her by the hair and forced her head toward the toilet bowl. Skyler struggled wildly, but Violet's military training made resistance futile.
"This is for trying to kill me and my child," I stated calmly, watching dispassionately as Skyler's expensive makeup ran down her terrified face.
After a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, I said simply, "Let's go."
We left Skyler retching and screaming obscenities, her perfect appearance thoroughly destroyed.
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In the car, I methodically erased all digital evidence of our presence from the building's systems, my expression eerily calm.
"What was all that about?" Violet finally asked as we merged onto the highway. "Why did we really go to the spa center?"
"I needed to verify something about Lily's kidnapping," I answered. "I want to know if she was genuinely abducted or if she staged it to lure Max away that night."
Violet glanced at me. "Why not just tell Max your suspicions?"
A bitter smile crossed my lips. "Max trusts Lily implicitly. Their friendship spans decades. He believes her without question, so he'll never investigate her story."
"Luna," Violet's voice softened, "you should talk to him, tell him how you feel. Make him choose between you and Lily."
I shook my head. "I'm past caring about that now."
The truth was, I had expressed my discomfort with Lily countless times, but Max had never taken my concerns seriously. When I needed him most—when a sniper was shooting at me, when our child was arriving prematurely—he had chosen to be with Lily instead.
The first time I called him during the attack, he didn't answer. The second time, his phone was turned off completely. That was when I realized a fundamental truth: women can never truly depend on men. The higher your expectations, the greater your disappointment.
"From now on," I said quietly, watching the city blur past, "I rely on no one but myself."