Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 270: Do you have a gold mountain?

Mira’s confidence and mood were crushed by repeated rejections at every mall and supermarket she had appointments with.

What was left of her emotions were anger, frustration, and the realization that the island product wasn’t going to break into the market.

There was no reason to stay in the city, so she went back to the island with a heavy heart, wondering why they were being targeted.

Mira gazed out at the water, which reflected the golden glow of the evening sun, sighing with a despondent smile when no answer came to mind.

...

Back on the island, Mira took a car to the mansion after checking Kyle’s office in town— it was empty, indicating he hadn’t been there all day.

“Knock!” she knocked on his door with a gloomy expression, her hand gripping tightly on the bag straps.

“Enter,” Kyle called from inside, and Mira turned the handle and went in.

Kyle was checking work on his hologram screen, his chin propped on his hand as he reviewed the town reports.

“How was it? Did you succeed in striking a deal?” he asked without looking up, or he would have noticed her expression.

“Butler, we have a problem. Someone has placed a ban on us because I kept getting rejections before the product was even tested... their excuses were flimsy and polite,” Mira complained, putting the bag on the ground and running her hand through her hair in frustration. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Kyle looked up with a frown and asked in surprise, “Every single one of them?”

Mira nodded with a look of dejection. “I didn’t go to the next city, but I have a feeling I will get the same treatment.”

“Alright, you can go. I’ll let Madam know about this.” Kyle didn’t doubt Mira’s skills; after all, he had verified her identity, and he had a feeling it was the aristocrat’s family behind it again.

Since they couldn’t invade and seize the island themselves, they won’t allow Cyra to break into their economic circle.

Mira hummed in response and left the room carrying the bag.

Kyle went back to reading the reports, planning to tell Cyra at night.

...

Viktor returned to the torture room—its current occupants all had blank stares, their eyes dull as if robbed of life. Viktor looked at the broken faces and lost interest in torturing them.

Except for the twins, whose gazes burn with fighting spirit and stubbornness to never concede.

“Oh~ Interesting, but a pity I can no longer break you further, or the taste of blood would go bad.” Viktor’s tone was filled with regret as he gazed at the twins chained to the wall.

“My mistress will handle you herself since your blood is so unique... Ah... So jealous! Haa~,” Viktor cupped his flushed face, shaking his head with an envious, dreamy expression.

“You...pfft.” One of the twins couldn’t finish her words when Viktor slammed her throat with a baton, causing her to cough up blood instead.

“Shh...” Viktor pressed a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture. He hated being interrupted while imagining Cyra punishing him.

...

The moons rose high in the sky, and Cyra flipped the pages of the book she was holding, with a glass of blood on the table.

She was deeply focused on its content when she heard a knock at the door.

“Enter.”

The door swung open, and Kyle, dressed in his perfect butler uniform, entered.

Seeing her lounging lazily in her nightmare made Kyle’s eyes twitch, nearly drowning him in envy.

Cyra felt a glare and looked up from her book to see Kyle’s blank face at the door.

“What is it?” She set the book down and gave him her full attention.

Kyle straightened his collar, holding back his emotions as he sat in the chair across from her.

“Madam. Mira’s business dealings were not successful..." He began retelling her what Mira had shared with him.

“Then acquire those supermarkets and malls. Send the total amount of the purchase, and I’ll transfer it to you,” Cyra instructed in a matter-of-fact tone, as if she were asking him to buy a cup of ice cream rather than something worth billions.

Kyle was slack-jawed at her words, and he could only close his lips and pinch between his brows to stop himself from punching her irritating face.

"Madam... the purchase is worth billions," Kyle hinted, hoping she would wake from her unrealistic dreams.

Although she was wealthy, it shouldn’t be enough to suddenly buy several large malls and supermarkets throughout the city.

Cyra noticed he didn’t believe she was capable of buying out the supermarkets, and she didn’t argue with him, so she provided proof.

Kyle yelped, losing his composure as a flash of gold bars suddenly appeared on the table, with some hitting the ground with a crisp thud.

He patted his chest to calm his pounding heart and carefully poked a gold bar, thinking he was dreaming—but the cool, smooth feel on his fingertips made him realize it was real.

“If it’s not enough, come to me, and you can keep the rest as a bonus for all your hard work,” Cyra muttered lightly, her voice snapping him out of his daze.

Kyle numbly nodded in response, too speechless to say anything.

The golden light from the gold bricks shone brightly in his eye, and he turned mechanically to Cyra and asked dazedly.

"Do you have a gold mountain?"

Cyra paused with a thoughtful expression. "I’m not sure about the mountain, but mines... that I do have," she responded sincerely.

He sprang to his feet and flashed in front of her; he looked into her eyes for any signs of lying or teasing, but saw none.

His low beating heart skipped a beat as he blurted out, "Marry me." Those words escaped his lips before he could react.

Cyra chuckled softly at his words and playfully poked his cheeks.

"So cute~"

Kyle’s senses came back, and his face flushed visibly. He covered it with both hands, groaning in embarrassment.

“Can you forget what happened a few seconds ago?” Kyle asked hopefully, unable to meet her eyes.

"No. I’ll always remind you of your impromptu proposal," Cyra said with playful seriousness, a teasing glint in her eyes, but Kyle was too absorbed in his embarrassment to notice.

“I’ll leave for the city tomorrow to exchange the gold before acquiring the supermarkets.” Kyle quickly changed the subject, his tone falsely calm, though his reddened ears gave him away.

"Alright. You can take Viktor along to protect you," Cyra added thoughtfully, feeling it was dangerous for him to carry so much money and go to the city alone.

Kyle frowned, misinterpreting her good intentions. “Viktor is slightly stronger than me...I admit...that.” He painfully forced those words out, unwilling in his heart to accept that Viktor was better than him.

“I can protect myself just fine. I don’t need his help.” He refused to let Viktor serve as my guard.

Cyra, noticing how resistant he was to her suggestion, hummed in response to his words.

“Alright then. Take the new batch of blood bags—they might suit your taste better than the ones stored in the cold room,” Cyra muttered as he reached the door. She had noticed he hadn’t been feeding as he should, and it worried her.

Kyle’s gaze briefly fell on her pale neck before he hummed in agreement and left the room.