Chapter 99 Get Back at You

After posting on Twitter, I lifted my phone so Leona could see the screen. Leona glanced at it—once—and her face turned ashen. "Delete it!" She lunged at me, trying to snatch the phone. I sidestepped. She missed and stumbled. I slipped the phone into my bag and said coolly, "You reminded me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought to post the photo. Better now than later. Next time you send someone to assassinate me, I might not be so lucky. If I'm going to die, I'm taking you down with me." "Lydia Fairchild!!" Leona wasn't listening. Her mind was on the phone—she wanted it, but couldn't get it. I looked at her, feeling no satisfaction—only that she deserved this. "Alright," I said with a faint smile, "the post is live. Now I'll go home and reply. Besides Twitter, I'll post it on major forums, so everyone can see what kind of 'genius' the lead designer of Leona's Studio really is." With that, I walked toward home. It was night. The compound separated pedestrians from vehicles—most residents