Rebirth: A Second chance at life-Chapter 78: Check her Background..

Inside the speeding car, Alexander’s mind was a chaotic mess. He clenched his fists against the steering wheel, a scowl darkening his sharp features.

He was a devil—he had no feelings, especially not for that pathetic woman, Aurora.

She had always whined at him, constantly clinging and playing dirty tricks to get into his life.

When he had that accident, it wasn’t Aurora who saved him—it was Veronica. But somehow, Aurora had twisted the truth, pretending to be his savior, winning the favor of his influential grandfather.

That was how she managed to become his wife.

Alexander gritted his teeth. He hadn’t dared to defy his grandfather back then.

Aurora had no shame. Time and again, she tried to climb into his bed, throwing herself at him like a desperate fool. How dare she?

He despised everything about her—the pitiful tears, the pathetic sobs, the constant, exhausting act of weakness.

Yet when his IED syndrome had acted up, he had seen real fear flicker in her eyes.

Once, when the people in his house had treated her with open disgust, he had caught the raw sadness and terror in her gaze.

And now he was supposed to believe all of that had been an act?

How could someone so weak, so broken, suddenly carry such a cold, refined demeanor in just a matter of time?

But after the divorce... something had changed.

It was like a mask had fallen off.

It was as if Aurora had been acting all along, and now her true self had been revealed.

Still, whatever she was now didn’t matter.

As she had once been his wife, Alexander decided grimly, he would save her—just this once.

"Derek, is the team ready?" Alexander barked without looking away from the road.

"They’re on their way," Derek replied crisply, but inwardly, he scoffed.

Why the hell was Alexander going out of his way to save that pathetic little excuse of a woman?

Soon, the car screeched to a halt before the towering gates of the Calvert mansion.

And the scene before them made their blood run cold.

There, in the bloodied courtyard, stood Aurora.

Swift, ruthless, and merciless.

She was a storm of destruction, a whirlwind of death.

They watched in stunned silence as she kicked a man in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground with a bone-crunching thud. Her movements were precise, deadly—every bullet she fired struck its mark with chilling perfection.

Hundreds of men surrounded her—Calvert’s elite fighters. The very best mercenaries in Estria Country. Men who could kill without blinking.

Yet Aurora was cutting through them with nothing but her bare hands and a gun.

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"What... what is she?" Derek muttered under his breath, wide-eyed.

The way she moved, the cold glint in her eyes, the expressionless face smeared with blood and dust—she didn’t look human.

She looked like a creature summoned straight from hell.

Even Alexander, for once in his life, felt a shiver creep down his spine.

Alexander saw Aurora, blood smeared across her face, her eyes dark and unflinching.

She didn’t stop.

Not for a second.

At first, they hadn’t noticed Bishop.

But when Calvert was dragged out like a lifeless sack, they finally saw him—a tall, muscular, middle-aged man, his presence as deadly as a storm.

Together, Aurora and Bishop tore through the entire mansion as if it were child’s play, devouring every enemy in their path with terrifying precision.

There was no terror in Aurora’s eyes when she killed.

No hesitation.

Only cold, merciless finality.

As they watched Aurora’s car disappear into the distance, Alexander pulled back his troops and returned to the company, his mind a storm of chaos.

Nothing made sense anymore.

The reality he thought he knew—the world he had built around hatred and indifference—was crumbling beneath his feet.

The woman he had despised for so long was a complete stranger to him now.

Who was Aurora, really?

What secrets had she buried so deeply behind those once-innocent, tearful eyes?

The brutal, lethal precision she had displayed tonight didn’t belong to the timid, useless girl he had married—

the girl who had cried at harsh words, who had flinched at his anger, who had clung to him with desperate, pathetic hope.

No...

The woman he had seen tonight was something else entirely.

A force of nature. A predator dressed in the skin of the weak.

Cold, unflinching, and terrifyingly beautiful in her destruction.

Alexander’s hands tightened into fists, his nails digging into his palms.

There was a knot in his chest he couldn’t loosen—a sharp, consuming need that refused to be ignored.

He had to know.

He needed to know.

The truth was a burning brand against his skin, a whisper in his ears that wouldn’t leave him alone.

Aurora wasn’t the helpless girl he had once crushed under his contempt.

She was something more—something darker, something dangerous.

And he would uncover it.

He would tear apart every lie, every secret, every hidden piece of her until he knew exactly who and what she was.

No matter what it took.

"Find out everything about Aurora," Alexander ordered coldly. "I don’t care what it costs—no matter what, I want the truth."

Derek got to work as soon as possible.

He checked through every record and even got their high-tech team to search through the records of the government database, but everything turned out to be the same as they knew—nothing new.

Alexander was in his office, listening to the reports from Derek, his mood gloomier than earlier.

He silently muttered in his mind, Who are you, Aurora? Who sent you to me?

After seeing what Aurora could do, and how she had pretended to be weak, fragile, and foolish, there could only be one explanation—she must be a spy sent by someone to infiltrate the Brown Group.

But whatever the case, Alexander was sure she had failed. There was no data breach.

He had already put his team to check for this thoroughly.

Suddenly, his phone pinged, and there was a message from Veronica.

"Mr. Brown, thank you for saving my mother."

Alexander saw the message and ignored it at first.

But after a moment, he texted back,

"Meet at the Blu Café at 8."

On the other side, Veronica was overjoyed seeing his message.

She took her time before replying, carefully feigning neither eagerness nor disrespect.

Finally, she replied with a simple, "Okay."