Chapter 1179

Chapter 1179:

Tatiana’s gaze snapped to Austen.

“You said Night Cat is who?”

Austen quickly replied, “It’s Madisyn. I ran into her when I was yelling at the old man and the kid. She was the only one who knew about it!” Austen looked at Tatiana, hoping that his explanation would soften her stance.

But when she heard his words, Tatiana’s expression darkened to a terrifying degree.

“If you can’t get them, then there’s nothing to talk about!”

Tatiana brushed past Austen with a cold, dismissive air, sliding into her car with Jedidiah without a second glance.

The car’s engine roared to life, leaving Austen standing in the dust as the vehicle sped away. Tatiana sat in the back seat, her face pale, her mind churning with the words Austen had just spoken.

“Madisyn, she’s ruined my plans again and again! Jedidiah, we have to find a way to make her pay!”

Jedidiah, who was driving, noticed Tatiana’s anger and sighed after a moment.

“Miss Fernandez, we can’t afford to target Madisyn right now. It could backfire, and we’d end up in deeper trouble. The top priority is to secure suitable actors for the TV drama.”

Tatiana fell silent, her fury boiling just beneath the surface. Once Jedidiah had driven her home, she wasted no time—she pulled out her phone and logged into the Dark Site.

Hector had introduced the platform to her, a place where only money ruled.

Jedidiah was right. She couldn’t afford to confront Madisyn directly, but there were subtler ways to remove her from the equation, ways that wouldn’t tarnish her own hands.

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Madisyn’s mere existence had become a thorn in her side, a constant disruption to her plans. It would be best if she vanished—just like Hector.

Having already crossed that line once, Tatiana felt no fear of doing it again. She dove in headfirst, posting a bounty notice complete with Madisyn’s details.

The notice went into the site’s review process, and Tatiana stared at the words “Under Review,” her anger slightly abated as she waited.

The next morning, Madisyn stirred from sleep to find Andrew on the balcony, deep in conversation over the phone.

She slipped out of bed and pushed open the glass door, stepping into the brisk morning air. The chill in Andrew’s aura immediately caught her off guard, and she wondered what could have happened. Hearing her approach, Andrew spoke into the phone.

“Do as I instructed.”

He turned toward Madisyn, the coldness dissipating in an instant as he faced her.

“Did something happen at the office?” Madisyn asked, her voice laced with concern.

Andrew tenderly brushed his fingers through her hair.

“It’s not office-related. Don’t worry. I’ve already had it handled. Are you hungry? Go get freshened up, and I’ll make breakfast.”

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