The Prank Backfires
After waiting another three minutes with still no sign of a disturbance, Carol's patience ran out.
"Did you two even light the fire?"
"We did! We absolutely did! I promise."
The two spoke in unison, and seeing Carol's disbelief, they added, "The fire was burning when we left."
"Then why hasn't anything happened yet?"
"Maybe... the fire suppression system at The Capital of Fun is just really good?"
Hal's voice was weak as he said this. He didn't even believe it himself, so how could he convince anyone else? Predictably, upon hearing such a ridiculous excuse, Carol tightened her expression, unwilling to say another word.
Hal was so embarrassed he wished he could sink into the ground. A sure thing had turned into this disaster, and in front of the goddess he admired—it was too humiliating.
She must think I'm completely useless!
Tom seemed to sense his friend's inner turmoil and sighed.
"We'll go back in once more. We'll make sure it works this time."
"No need. I'll handle things myself tonight. You two should go home."
Carol's expression was serious. She didn't want them involved anymore. She could forgive them for being too afraid to act, as the bastard's notoriety was well-known, but she absolutely would not tolerate her childhood friends lying to her.
Tom had no choice but to pull the crestfallen Hal away.
Once they left the main street, Hal suddenly changed his mind and strode back.
"What are you doing?"
"I can't just leave like this! I have to teach that bastard a lesson!"
"Are you insane?"
Tom grabbed him frantically. "That's Young Master Shaw! You'll get yourself killed!"
"Others might fear him, but I don't."
Hal's stubborn temper flared up. He forcibly shoved his friend aside and turned to leave.
Just then, a black BMW sedan roared out onto the street, speeding toward the two men. The blinding headlights illuminated Hal and Tom's terrified faces. Right as it reached them, the BMW spun ninety degrees. The rotating rear of the car swung like a boxer's hook punch.
BAM!
The two were sent flying, tumbling onto the grassy verge, their bodies feeling completely broken and aching with pain.
"I knew it! I knew we shouldn't have messed with that bastard!"
Tom cursed, grimaced, and crawled up. He pulled Hal to his feet, trying to run, but suddenly, a wall of muscle appeared before them.
A tall, powerfully built man with a cold, expressionless face stood in their path. The big man looked down slightly, his eyes showing no emotion, like he was looking at two corpses.
Gulp!
Tom swallowed hard, his mouth dry.
Hal, however, was fearless and shouted angrily, "Are you Luke Shaw's lapdog? Tell him I'm not afraid of that coward who only hides behind the scenes! If he has the guts, he should come face me himself!"
Adam remained silent. He scanned them both, confirmed they were the men he was looking for, and clenched his fists.
BANG! BANG!
Two punches later, two unconscious, unlucky souls lay on the ground.
Adam pulled out his phone and made a call.
"Young Master, I've caught the men. How should I deal with them?"
After receiving his clear instructions, Adam walked to a nearby hardware store, bought rope, dye, and brushes. He stripped Tom and Hal naked, used red dye to write "ARSONIST" across their chests, tied their hands and feet, and hung them from a tree branch.
Done with his work, Adam checked carefully to make sure everything was in order, then drove away.
In the darkness of the night, the two naked men looked like displayed specimens. A cold wind blew, causing the hair on their bodies to stand up.
A couple passing by saw the scene, gasped dramatically, and then immediately pulled out their phones to snap pictures. But they didn't call the police, because the red lettering on the two naked men's chests was too attention-grabbing.
ARSONIST!
If they were criminals, they had to pay the price. A little public moonbathing wasn't such a bad thing.
The Sensation of the Violet Light
Carol was unaware of the "miserable" fate her childhood friends were experiencing. Her mind was focused on making Luke look foolish and getting some much-needed revenge.
But things are often simpler in thought than in execution.
Ferris Aircraft was a well-known American corporation with extensive connections in the political and business sectors. As the current CEO, Carol naturally knew high-ranking police and political officials. The problem was that none of the people she knew dared to touch "Young Master Shaw." They wouldn't even think about it.
It was impossible to use their power to get revenge, so she had to look elsewhere.
Should I call those little tramps over?
Carol's eyes brightened, but she immediately shook her head. Those women might agree to get drunk outside his mansion under her inducement, but they would never dare face Luke head-on. They didn't have the courage.
Was there any other option besides them?
Carol looked down in contemplation, then slumped back into her seat, completely defeated.
She realized a cruel truth: she truly had no way to deal with that scumbag.
Damn it!
Carol angrily hit the steering wheel. Just then, a voice suddenly echoed in her mind.
"Queen, do you require us?"
"Shut up! I'm annoyed right now and don't want to talk to you! And I am Carol Ferris, not your Queen."
"The Star Sapphire has chosen you. You are our Queen."
"Your Majesty, Zamaron and the Zamarons need your leadership. This is your future of infinite glory and a duty that must be fulfilled."
For hearts long lost and full of fright,
For those alone in blackest night,
Accept our ring and join our fight,
Love conquers all with violet light!
"Your Majesty, open your hands and embrace the violet light. That is your life's mission."
The voice in her mind suddenly grew vast, as if coming from an ancient world—grand, immense, and echoing in her ears like a bell, carrying a will that penetrated her soul.
Carol covered her head in pain.
"Stop talking! Stop talking! I'm not your Queen, and I don't want to go to Zamaron! Will you just leave me alone?"
"The Violet Light shines forever. Your Majesty, we can give you power."
"Power?"
Carol frowned slightly. "What kind of power?"
"The power of love, the power of emotion, the power of the mind, the power of resurrection, the power to change objects, and the power of vengeance."
A stone flashing with a blue-violet light descended from above and landed in front of Carol Ferris.
"Grasp this stone, and you will possess this power."
The unfamiliar voice whispered in her mind, like bait thrown by a demon, carrying a soul-stirring allure.
Though she deeply desired power, Carol instinctively felt something was wrong and struggled against the whispers in her mind. Yet, her arm lifted uncontrollably, reaching out to grasp the beautiful-looking stone.
Her eyes also began to change. A violet light blossomed in her pupils, quickly spreading to engulf the entire iris.
"Carol" unhesitatingly grabbed the stone.
The stone dissolved into a stream of light and merged into Carol's body. The violet light flared inside her, and Carol shot up, hovering in mid-air. Her clothes dissolved in the wind, replaced by a revealing, sexy, purple, skin-tight suit.
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