Rebirth: A Second chance at life
Chapter 105: What is in the container?

Chapter 105: What is in the container?

Calvert was dragged back to the villa by Jack, his half-conscious body limp, his clothes torn and stained with dirt, sweat, and dried blood.

Every part of him ached, but what kept him from slipping into unconsciousness wasn’t the physical pain—it was sheer, bone-deep fear. His entire body trembled with dread.

"What does this red-haired psycho want with me now?" he whimpered under his breath. Tears and snot mixed on his face as his swollen lips trembled. "Boohooo... well, at least he’s better than that witch... maybe..."

His mumbling stopped abruptly when Jack yanked him up by the hair with one brutal pull and dropped him into a metal chair bolted to the floor.

"Stay." Jack’s voice was low, dangerous.

Calvert gasped, trying to catch his breath. Before he could gather his senses, Jack signaled one of the guards standing by the door.

Within seconds, a guard entered carrying a steel bucket. Without hesitation, he dumped the entire content—ice-cold water—right over Calvert’s head.

"AHHH!" Calvert shrieked as the freezing water shocked his senses. He shivered uncontrollably, his body convulsing under the sudden cold.

Jack crouched next to him, his usual playful smirk missing.

He leaned in, whispering darkly, "Listen here, scum. You can call me a psycho all you want... I won’t lose sleep over it.

But calling Boss... a witch?" Jack’s grin slowly returned, but this time it was twisted, full of mockery.

"That’s where you crossed the bottom line. She’s the devil incarnate... so show some respect, got it?"

With that, Jack stood up and walked away, giving Calvert a final slap on the back of the head.

For what felt like an eternity, Calvert sat there dripping, teeth chattering, his mind spiraling in terror. Why... why is she going this far? What does she want from me now?

The air in the room shifted.

Aurora entered, her heels clicking softly against the concrete floor. The room seemed to darken the moment she stepped in.

Calvert’s heart sank. Her presence alone felt suffocating. She walked toward him slowly, stopping just a few inches away. Her cold gaze swept over him, full of disgust.

"Now..." Aurora’s voice was smooth but laced with venom. "Tell me, Calvert... few months back... on the 10th of May... you exported a container to Country P, didn’t you?"

Calvert froze. His eyes widened. This wasn’t the question he was expecting. Why is she asking about that shipment? How does she know about it?

He stared at her with a new kind of horror... mixed with skepticism.

"I... I thought you only wanted to know about Lily... or your little sister... or... why I showed interest in you at all," he stammered.

"But this... this isn’t connected to you... Ms. Smith... why the hell do you care about my personal business?"

Aurora let out a low chuckle, almost playful... but her eyes remained icy.

"Harrison," she said, stepping even closer until her breath ghosted over his face. "I’m not known for my patience. And trust me... you don’t want to test me again."

Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "If you don’t want to find yourself abandoned again, this time in a pit with two hungry pythons... I suggest you start talking."

Calvert’s breath hitched. His skin turned pale at the mere image. Pythons...

Yet still, part of him hesitated.

Aurora’s smile faded. Her voice lowered, sharp as a knife slicing through his last threads of resistance.

"You exported three containers that day. One... was filled with arms. Another... full of Angel Dust." She leaned even closer, whispering into his ear, "And the third... human cargo."

Calvert stiffened.

Her voice became colder. "One elderly lady... four middle-aged women... and fifteen children."

She paused, letting the words sink in. "I don’t care about the drugs... or the weapons... but those people... tell me..." she grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look straight into her eyes, "who... did you deliver them to?"

Tears blurred his vision. Calvert felt his stomach churn.

"I’m giving you five seconds to answer..." Aurora said, releasing him. "After that... you’re free to go."

Calvert blinked in confusion. Free to go?

"You’ll let me go...?" he croaked. "How... how can I trust you...?"

Aurora let out a soft, almost pitying laugh.

"Trust..." she repeated. "That’s a dreamy word for people like us, Harrison. Don’t you think?"

Calvert’s heart pounded in his chest. He weighed his options. Stay silent and risk a slow, unimaginable death... or talk and at least have a sliver of hope.

"It... it was a man named Philip..." Calvert finally blurted out. "He’s the one who took the shipment in Country P."

Aurora tilted her head, watching him carefully. "Philip... and how did you contact him?"

Calvert swallowed hard. "He always... contacted me first. Used a satellite phone. I never had his permanent number.

Once the delivery was done... he’d make payments through multiple foreign channels... always untraceable."

Aurora’s gaze narrowed. "So you’ve never met him?" Aurora asked him, with a smirk hidden under lips and her gaze steady.

Calvert mumbled, "She already knows... doesn’t she?" Then, in his mind, he cursed, Why the hell does she know everything...? His pulse raced out of control, panic rising in his chest.

Aurora stood there, arms crossed, her cold and calculating gaze fixed on him like a predator eyeing its prey, hungry and patient.

She could read his fear, his panic, even his thoughts, as easily as if they were written on paper—like the back of her hand.

That signature smirk of hers tugged at the corner of her lips—mocking, knowing... dangerous... as if she enjoyed watching him squirm.

Every inch of her posture screamed dominance, authority, and control, as though this entire scene was nothing but a mere game for her amusement...

As if she was toying with him just for sport... playing with her prey before delivering the final blow..

"Well, you know, Calvert..." she said smoothly, her voice low and laced with venom, "they don’t call me the devil incarnate for nothing."

She tilted her head slightly, letting the words sink in. "I can get any information I want... at the blink of an eye."

Her stare sharpened, freezing him to the spot. The air around her felt heavy... suffocating... like it belonged to something otherworldly.

"Now... now..." Aurora’s tone dropped softer, slower... almost playful, but her eyes were anything but kind. "Tell me..."

Calvert’s entire body trembled. The ache from Jack’s earlier manhandling was nothing compared to the fear flooding his veins now.

"I... I met him once..." he croaked, voice breaking. "At an underground auction... I delivered him a batch directly that day."

Aurora raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening. "Go on..."

"I had something he desperately wanted... so I insisted on meeting him personally... wanted to know who I was dealing with."

"But... he was heavily guarded... couldn’t see his face properly... but..." Calvert licked his dry lips nervously, "both his arms... covered in snake tattoos... pythons... I think..."

Aurora’s smirk widened even more, dark amusement flashing in her eyes. "Interesting... very interesting..." she murmured, like a hunter who just spotted fresh tracks.

She turned on her heel, casually strolling towards the door like this was all just a mild afternoon conversation.

"Oh... and the phone?" she threw the question over her shoulder.

Calvert nearly stumbled over his own words. "It’s... it’s in my villa... by the South Coast sea... hidden behind the bookshelf in the study room... you’ll find it there... I swear..."

Aurora paused in the doorway, her head turning just enough for him to catch that chilling smile.

"Good boy," she said, voice soft but biting.

And because I’m feeling generous today... I’ll free you today." Aurora clicked her tongue mockingly, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"You’ve got exactly ten minutes... to get out of this place... and cross the front gate. After that... well... you know how creative I can get."

Calvert felt an uneasy wave churn in his gut. Something about Aurora’s words didn’t sit right with him... there was a hidden meaning... a trap maybe... but he had no time to dwell on it now.

Survival was all that mattered. I have to get out... get the hell away from this place... and then...

I’ll take my revenge on that bitch Veronica... he cursed in his mind, gritting his teeth as he stumbled towards the door.

Her smile twisted crueler. "If you’re still inside after that... well..." She shrugged lightly. "Consider yourself our evening entertainment.

Jack’s been a little bored lately... and Lizzie? Let’s just say... she hasn’t had dessert in days."

Calvert’s heart nearly stopped at the mention of that panther.

Aurora raised her wrist and checked her watch, theatrically. "I’ll even count for you. One... Two..."

Before she could reach three, Calvert bolted from the chair, scrambling, slipping, but running with everything he had left.

Aurora stood there, arms still crossed, watching his pathetic attempt at escape with cold satisfaction.

A dark chuckle escaped her lips.

"Pathetic...