All Too Late Chapter 335

Your Answer

Freya spoke sharply as she sat on the edge of the bed. “We’ve got a situation back at Axeworth
Corporation.”

Gizem’s brows furrowed. “What happened?”

“There’s a traitor among us.” Freya shot a side-eyed look at the former.

“You know who it is?” Gizem asked.

With eyes still locked on Gizem’s face, Freya answered, “Honestly, I think it’s best if you stop using this
hyper-realistic face mask. Someone else has been using your current face and going around causing
trouble. Not only has she upset Blissful Sect, but she’s also provoked other organizations. I hear
people have already hired assassins to come for you.”

Assassins? The thought sparked a dagger-like sharpness in Gizem’s face. “Let them come. I’m not
afraid of them.”

After all, it was not her first time dancing on the thin blade between life and death.

Still, Freya urged, “Shouldn’t you focus on finding the impostor since it’s a pressing matter?”

“There’s no need. I already know who it is.” Gizem then calmly revealed, “Lauren Xenos.”

“Lauren?” A hard look formed on the dubious Freya’s face. “How’s that possible?”

“A few days ago, she posed as me and lost a hefty sum in Lusterg’s casinos,” Gizem instantly replied.
“Her actions caused Samuel to misunderstand my intentions. At the time, I phoned Master and asked



him to resolve this matter. However, it’s been days, and he still hasn’t made a move. It even seems like
he’s allowing things to intensify.”

Freya hesitated but eventually chimed in on the topic, “Gizem, don’t you think that Master has gotten
old?”

“Old?” Gizem raised a brow.

Nodding, Freya elaborated her argument. “Yeah. He’s old now and can no longer make prompt
decisions, so we can’t rely on him. Do you understand?”

A dark gleam flitted across Gizem’s eyes when she heard that. “What are you implying?”

That was when Freya stood up and approached her. “Gizem, Aren’t you here to complete a mission
under his orders? Isn’t it odd that Master never deigned to tell you what the mission is about? What if
he asks you to sacrifice your life? Would you do it?”

“He’s not that cruel,” Gizem’s icy tone defended.

At that, Freya’s nose scrunched up into a sneer. “You’re wrong. He is a cruel man.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone says even the most vicious tiger would never harm its cubs. But do you know that Master’s
only son died in his hands?” Freya’s tone dripped with disdain as she pointed out, “Otherwise, given his
age, he would’ve retired long ago. Yet, he’s still the leader of our corporation to this day. It’s obviously
because he has no successor.”

True enough, Gizem had previously overheard Axeworth Corporation’s members discussing that
Theodore had a son, whom he accidentally pushed off a cliff.



Freya’s growl-like voice added, “Gizem. Lauren has already made her move, and she’s always seen
you as her enemy. There’s no way she’s letting you off easily should her schemes continue to fail.”

Despite learning that, Gizem remained impassive. “Oh? Weren’t you two a team?”

Freya shook her head. “Of course not. Please think it through, Gizem. We desperately need you on our
side. Plus, if you’re willing to join us and complete this incredible task of overthrowing him, we’ll allow
you to become Axeworth Corporation’s second-in-command.”

“We? Is someone else working with you?” Gizem grimly questioned as she was quick to notice.

“Zack. Either way, most of Axeworth Corporation’s members have agreed to our plan. All that remains
is you.”

“What about those who disagree?” Gizem sat back down.

“Those guys?” Freya scoffed. “Half of them plan to betray the organization while the other half are on
Lauren’s side. So, once we overthrow Master, we’ll eliminate all of them.”

Never did Gizem expect the adorable Freya to be so ruthless.

The former retained a grave tone while asking, “Freya, do you guys really need my help?”

Absolute sincerity filled Freya’s eyes right then. “Yes.”

“Do you guys need me, or my money?” Gizem spoke again with an even chillier voice that made Freya
tense up.

The organization relied solely on the drugs that Gizem developed to generate income.

Thus, anyone who could secure Gizem on their side would successfully take over the organization.



“Gizem, listen to me,” Freya urged. “Lauren won’t bother coaxing you onto her side. All she wants is to
kill you. Otherwise, she wouldn’t order her subordinates to pose as you and cause trouble everywhere.
She wants other organizations to finish you off on her behalf. Don’t you understand?”

“Obviously. I’ve known her long enough to understand her character. However, I’m not waiting for her to
coax me onto her side, nor am I taking yours.”

Freya paused in shock.

Moments passed when she snapped to her senses and coldly chuckled. “Are you really not considering
my offer?”

Gizem shook her head.

“If you won’t help out, don’t blame us for turning a blind eye when other organizations try to kill you
after we take over Axeworth Corporation,” Freya threatened.

Alas, only a frosty look showed on Gizem’s face. “Do you seriously think I’m a scaredy-cat?”

“I hope you reconsider my offer, Gizem. I’ll be in Jadeborough these next few days. You know how to
contact me should you change your mind.”

With that, a glowering Freya stormed off.

She was not going to give up that easily.

Left behind, Gizem lightly pinched the space between her brows.

As I guessed, the organization’s members no longer share a united goal. Then again, who can blame
them? This is what Master brought upon himself.



Back then, Theodore was the one who roped Vanessa into Axeworth Corporation and entrusted her
with a huge responsibility.

Vanessa’s presence messed up all order and peace in the organization.

On top of that, she used Axeworth Corporation’s connections to boost her place in society. What was
worse was she eventually abandoned her position to run off and marry someone.

Now, she lived a glamorous life while Axeworth Corporation stumbled down a declining slope.

Thus, all Axeworth Corporation’s members were in a state of panic, thinking it would only be a matter of
time before their organization would collapse.

Two days later, Samuel went to pick up Gizem, who was finally discharged from the hospital.

His warm hospitality surprised Gizem, who said, “I can’t believe the Samuel Macari is here to pick me
up.”

Samuel icily ignored her words and did what he came here to—interrogate her. “Do you know about
this thing called liquid ecstasy?”

Liquid ecstasy? Gizem’s lips pursed from the sudden tension she felt.

“Some people have recently gotten drugged with this. A new batch of killers has arrived in
Jadeborough, and it seems like they’re here to assassinate the creator of liquid ecstasy.

Upon hearing this, Gizem frowned. “Is this news reliable?”

“My informants are always reliable,” replied a frosty-looking Samuel.



“If that’s the case, I think it’s best if I stay away from Florinia Manor. You and the kids live there, after
all. I don’t want to get you guys in any trouble.”

“Florinia Manor has the best security, so you don’t have to worry,” Samuel cooly interjected. “I’m merely
helping you for the sake of my daughter.”

He made it very clear that he had no other intentions toward her.

Gizem’s lips pursed into a taut line. “You don’t have to explain, Mr. Macari. I know you’re not interested
in me now that you’ve seen what I truly look like. Rest assured. I don’t have any improper thoughts
toward you.”

That was when Samuel indifferently cut in. “Even so, you will resolve those things if you want to
continue staying here. I’ll give you one night to make up your mind. Either you tell me everything, and
I’ll help you settle the matter, or you leave this place.”

Gizem was startled by his threat.

Moments ago, she was mentally praising him for being a kind man, yet that thought no longer existed.
She now saw the man before her as a demon.

Even if she ignored the repercussions of leaving, she still needed to face a perilous journey back to the
organization.

Gizem could only hope that Theodore could settle the internal dispute within Axeworth Corporation.

Otherwise, there would only be endless trouble.

“All right. I’ll think about it,” she said.



Eyes narrowing to slits, Samuel spoke again. “You’ll have only one day to sit on it. I expect your answer
this time tomorrow.”




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