Most of what I ordered was heavy equipment, packing serious firepower and coming with a hefty price tag. But as soon as I mentioned the delivery location was Tianjing City, the other party immediately backed down, telling me that unless I changed the location, the deal was off.

“Tianjing City’s security is way too tight. Not just for a small-time arms dealer like me—even if you’re a crime boss whose influence spans several continents or even reaches Mars and the New Territories, there’s no way you’re smuggling guns and ammo into Tianjing illegally.”

I asked several times in a row, but always got the same answer. It wasn’t that they were trying to jack up the price.

“How about semi-finished products, then?”

By semi-finished products, I meant civilian equipment that looked harmless but could be converted into deadly weapons. Even in Tianjing City, it’s impossible to completely eliminate this kind of thing.

“…It’s a bit tricky, but if it’s semi-finished products, I should be able to deliver. I just can’t give you any discount on the price.”

“No problem.”

After all, I wasn’t planning to pay for it myself.

A few minutes later, the merchant gave me an account number. Once I wired the deposit, the goods would be delivered to the designated location within three days.

Then I started hacking into The Bennett Family’s villa intranet to break into Grace Bennett’s private network and steal her bank account information. Since the eldest daughter of The Bennett Family is a business prodigy, she’s bound to be loaded. The stuff I ordered was expensive, but to her, it was probably just pocket change. Besides, I was doing this for her beloved little sister.

A few minutes later, I browsed through all thirteen of Grace Bennett’s private accounts, then let out a soft sigh: “These damn rich people.”

I’d expected Grace Bennett to be wealthy, but I hadn’t imagined that just her personal savings would be astronomical. I’ve been a freelance gun-for-hire for almost two years now. Even though I’m not the most diligent, my efficiency is at least ten times higher than most people. But compared to Miss Grace Bennett, my money is nothing more than spare change.

Miss Grace Bennett owns multiple companies, with thousands upon thousands of elite white-collar workers toiling day and night to make her, the big boss, even richer. No matter how you look at it, her efficiency is way higher than mine as a lone wolf.

So I immediately charged the bill to her.

With that done, still in high spirits, I started monitoring her personal computer, and to my surprise, discovered that Miss Bennett had closed her office software and opened a plain notepad.

There was already quite a bit of text before the cursor—I glanced over it. It was a diary!

At that moment, Miss Bennett was typing her latest entry.

Date: 2154/9/14 Weather: Clear Mood: Gloomy

Mr. Ford came…

It’s been a long time since I last saw him. If it weren’t for my little sister’s situation, maybe I wouldn’t have seen him for even longer… So, even though I shouldn’t feel this way, I can’t help but feel a little happy inside. Hehe, little sister, please forgive me.

Mr. Ford is still Mr. Ford, he hasn’t changed at all. Father says his work is extremely busy, but Mr. Ford looks full of energy… I’m so envious. If only I could have that much stamina and vitality.

I was really worried about my little sister, but since Father brought in Mr. Ford, there shouldn’t be any problems, right? Sigh, Father was too stubborn about what happened before, otherwise we wouldn’t be in such a mess now. I hope all the hatred ends with this generation…

Unfortunately, after Mr. Ford came, he only said two sentences to me before leaving in a hurry. Two sentences, twenty-seven characters… I remember every single one of them. Will Mr. Ford remember them too?

Hmm, probably not…

PS: The person who came with Mr. Ford is really annoying.

Eighty percent of the whole entry is about Ethan Ford, and I’m just a PS!?

Oh well, whatever, it doesn’t matter. After reading this diary, I almost burst out laughing and rolled on the floor… Miss The Bennett Family really is something else—even her reserved side is so unique!

Will Mr. Ford remember?

No worries. Even if he didn’t remember at the time, if I send him this diary entry, I guarantee he’ll never forget a single word he said to Miss Bennett. If I’m not careful, he might even develop a psychological disorder and go limp every time he sees Miss Bennett in the future, with all his stats halved.

I know this type of repressed noblewoman all too well—turning love into hate is practically a passive skill. Once emotions suppressed for too long break through the limits of reason, there’s nothing a woman like that won’t do.

Ethan Ford is in for it this time.

As I fantasized about Ethan Ford being tormented in all sorts of ways by Miss Bennett transformed into a queen, I closed the surveillance window.

A few minutes later, Grace Bennett shut down her computer and came to knock on my door.

“Mr. Carter, it’s time for you to pick up Little Emily.”

Pick up Little Emily?

Grace Bennett patiently explained to me, “It’ll be Little Emily’s school dismissal in an hour. As her bodyguard, I think you should accompany her on the way home.”

“You’re right, no time to waste. I’ll head out now.”

I was planning to make up an excuse to get out of it, but a sudden stab of pain in my head made me change my mind.

“You should really be glad you found me in time.”

With that, I slipped out. There was already a snow-white hover car parked in the square in front of the house. I couldn’t help but gasp—that was the “Photon Wheel 2000,” the concept car that The Bennett Family Auto Company had just unveiled last month!

These damn rich people.