Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 27 - Twenty Seven

Camilla let out a quiet, internal sigh.

"If not for this stupid transmigration, I would have shown her what real wealth is," Camilla thought proudly.

She remembered her life. She remembered the massive bank accounts hidden in different countries around her world. She remembered the luxury cars, the private jets, and the secret safe houses filled with pure cash.

"I did not inherit my money from a rich father," Camilla continued her thoughts, her dark eyes staring straight ahead. "I built my wealth myself. I built it from the age of thirteen."

She remembered the cold nights, the hard training, and the blood on her hands.

"I started acting as a decoy for simple missions," she remembered, her mind flashing back to her dangerous childhood. "I would stand in the street and cry so the target would stop his car. Then, as I got older, I moved on to taking out the high and mighty. Corrupt politicians, evil businessmen, rich criminals. I took their lives, and I get paid big."

Camilla looked sideways at Isabel’s proud, smiling face.

"A fan with tiny diamonds?" Camilla sneered inside her head. "I am so rich in my real life, I can even buy her and her entire family as pets. I could buy their house, their land, and their stupid fans without even looking at the price tag."

But Camilla could not say any of those things out loud. She was trapped in the body of a Baron’s daughter who had never worked a day in her life. So, she just kept quiet and kept walking.

Isabel’s words quickly brought Camilla out of her dark thoughts.

Isabel noticed that Camilla was ignoring the fan. This made Isabel even more angry. She snapped the fan shut loudly and gripped it tightly in her hand. If she could not make Camilla jealous of her wealth, she would hurt her heart instead.

"I wanted to tell you something very important," Isabel said, her voice dropping into a cruel, mocking tone. She walked closer to Camilla, making sure their shoulders almost touched.

"The Benson family and the Ryde family are a perfect match," Isabel stated proudly. Ryde was her family name. "My father is a powerful Earl. Damon is a powerful General. Our families belong together. We have political power. We have the same status."

Isabel looked at Camilla with pure disgust. "Your family is nothing compared to us now. Lord Damon does not love you. He never did. He only married you because of the good deed your grandfather did for his grandfather and the stupid contract you forced upon him."

They reached the end of the hallway. They were standing at the entrance. Below them were five wide, smooth marble steps that led to the courtyard of the mansion.

Isabel stopped at the top of the stairs. She crossed her arms, still holding the closed fan.

"If you keep pestering him," Isabel warned, pointing the fan directly at Camilla’s chest. "If you refuse to leave this house, you will only bring shame to yourself. He is going to divorce you eventually. You should just pack your bags and run away before he throws you out into the streets like a stray dog."

Camilla stopped walking. She stood perfectly still.

She had been very patient today. She had dealt with Damon’s stubbornness. She had dealt with nothing going her way. She was out of patience. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Camilla slowly turned her entire body to face Isabel directly.

Because Camilla turned so sharply and suddenly, Isabel was surprised. Isabel stopped abruptly, taking a tiny step backward.

Camilla looked into Isabel’s blue eyes. Camilla did not use her fake, crying face. She did not use her sweet, innocent smile. She let her true, cold, assassin nature show in her eyes. Her stare was dead, flat, and terrifying. It was the look of a predator warning its prey.

"You talk too much," Camilla said out loud. Her voice was not loud, but it was incredibly heavy. It carried a dark, dangerous weight.

Isabel felt a sudden chill run down her spine. The air around Camilla felt strangely cold.

Camilla looked down at the smooth marble steps. Then, she looked back up at Isabel’s face.

"I hope you do not lose your balance and fall down the steps since it seems your mouth controls your legs," Camilla cursed.

She said it very calmly. She said it like it was a simple fact that was about to happen. It sounded exactly like the curse she had placed on Nancy, the rude maid in the dining room the day before.

Isabel felt a flash of fear, but her arrogance quickly pushed it away. She refused to be scared by this weak woman.

"How dare you threaten me!" Isabel scoffed loudly. She raised her hand and pushed Camilla hard on the shoulder. "Get out of my way, you crazy woman!"

Camilla easily absorbed the push, taking one step back. She did not fight back. She just watched.

Isabel turned her back to Camilla. She grabbed the handle of the massive front door and pulled it open. Bright morning sunlight flooded into the hallway.

Outside, a beautiful white carriage with gold trim was waiting in the large paved courtyard. The carriage driver tipped his hat when he saw Isabel step out of the door.

Isabel was furious. She wanted to leave this terrible house and go complain to her mother.

She walked out the door, her chin held high in the air. She lifted the heavy front of her pink skirts with both hands so she could walk down to the carriage. She did not look down at the ground. She was too busy glaring straight ahead, thinking about how much she hated Lady Camilla.

Isabel stepped onto the first smooth marble step.

The marble was polished and very clean. Isabel was wearing expensive, smooth leather shoes with small heels.

As she put her full weight onto her right foot, her heel hit a slightly curved part of the marble step.

She found absolutely no grip.

It happened in the blink of an eye. Isabel’s right foot shot forward, sliding across the smooth stone like ice.

"Ah!" Isabel cried out.

She completely lost her balance. Her hands, which were holding her heavy skirts, flew up into the air. Her expensive fan flew out of her hand and clattered loudly against the stone.

She leaned backward, her arms waving frantically like a windmill, trying desperately to catch the air. But gravity was too strong. The heavy layers of her pink dress pulled her downward.

Isabel slipped and fell hard.

Thud!

Her back hit the sharp edge of the second marble step. She screamed in shock and pain. She did not stop there. Her body tumbled backward. She rolled over her own skirts, sliding down the third and fourth steps in a messy, painful tumble.

She finally landed at the bottom of the stairs, right on the hard paving stones of the courtyard. She laid there in a pile of wrinkled pink fabric, groaning loudly in pain, her perfect blonde hair completely destroyed.

At the top of the stairs, standing in the doorway, Camilla slowly crossed her arms over her chest. She looked down at the fallen woman. Camilla did not smile. She just let out a soft, satisfied hum.

"Serves her right," Camilla thought to herself.