Ten years ago, she was Caroline Evans.
She was the daughter of Carl Evans, the American businessman who owned one of the biggest automobile companies in New Orleans. He developed an innovative idea – one that would birth the world’s first solar-powered car.
His only offense was that he had the wrong partners – Alfred Zimmerman, Imelda Angelos, Gianluigi Antonio, and Finn McQuaid.
On a trip to Amsterdam to secure a deal with another automobile giant so that the assembly of the car could begin, Evans was killed by a ‘gang of robbers’ at his hotel. Coincidentally, the four partners were away on a luxury cruise and had ‘narrowly’ escaped death.
But she knew better.
The plans for the automobile were credited to Finn McQuaid, who went on to start his own automobile company. Later, and the other four claimed that Carl was in entrenched In debts to them, and took all he had.
They took it all away from her when she was 10, and she was forced to stay in a foster home.
But that was twelve years ago. All she’d been through, the conditions she was forced to live in; it had all been in preparation for now. For her revenge. They were all going to burn in hell, but it was her sole responsibility to send them there.
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Stryker stood in the middle of the empty room, his anger rising. Pointing his gun at the receptionist, he asked quietly.
“Why isn’t she here?”
“T-this is her room. She checked in here just a few minutes ago,’ the woman fearfully answered.
The sudden revving of a motorcycle engine alerted him, and he dashed to the window to see his consignment on a bike, her knapsack on her back. She turned towards the window and held out her middle finger as soon as she saw him before zooming off.
She was going to make this difficult for him, but he loved the thrill of the chase. Especially when he cornered the target in the end and pumped bullets into them.
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