Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 100: New Information

Amelia looked at the hundreds of emails with orders asking whether she would supply the product or why the line had been stopped.

Some people were overbearingly angry, and she knew that this time around, she was going to make revolutionary history with her work. Because this time, she wasn’t smitten by any man to sideline her dreams for them.

Besides, her research on making things against Dominic and Hannah was ongoing.

Amelia placed a few things in the place she would like before placing an unusual request to Marcos.

"Prostitutes," Amelia said.

Marcos raised his eyes in surprise.

"What did you say?" He asked in surprise.

"I want those homeless people who don’t have a home anywhere to work for me. And I want a different team, contact an orphanage for that, or the children who have been abandoned. I will turn them into poisonous vipers," Amelia said.

Marcos’ heart skipped at how her eyes shone when she said those words.

Amelia looked at the man and noticed the hesitation in his eyes.

"Don’t worry. It will be safe. No girl would be harmed in this process," she said.

Marcos breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

He trusted her.

"I want to start recruiting rogues too," Marcos said.

This was the first time he gave his input on something.

"You do realise we don’t have the capital, right?" Amelia joked as she clicked on the most recent email.

"I trust you, Madam," Marcos said.

Amelia’s finger froze on the keypad, her heart drumming against her chest at the word he used.

He turned to look at him, and he nodded.

She smiled. It was the same way he had once mentioned that he used to call her mom. And at that time, he said, he was ready to die at her mother’s order because he had blind faith in her.

"I won’t let you down then," Amelia said.

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"Where were you?" That was the first thing Cyrus asked when Amelia entered the royal palace.

The girl looked at him with an innocent smile.

"I went to the market," she said, walking straight to him before taking a small box from her backpack.

She extended her hand towards Cyrus, and the guy raised his brows.

He took the small box from her hand and opened the lid.

It was a keychain.

A beautiful one.

It didn’t have pearls or gems like anyone would’ve expected her to buy as a girl. It was a simple, elegant keychain with a hunting Eagle with its paws holding a snake. The sleek design was something for sure.

"It shows resilience and strength. I wish you good luck with the King trials. I don’t know if there is anything that I can help with because I am weak and not up to par. But I hope you win," Amelia smiled.

Cyrus kept looking at the keychain, and all his anger towards her from earlier dissipated into nothingness.

He just stood in his place and walked straight to the stairs.

Amelia wondered if the man didn’t like it. After all, it didn’t cost her too much and was cheap compared to royalty.

She thinned her lips and smiled awkwardly at Miss Quinn to hide her disappointment.

"I’ll freshen up quickly for dinner," she said as she ascended the stairs to her room.

Once inside the room, she pouted and took a quick shower.

This reminded her that she needed to tell Cyrus she would spend some time outside after university.

Telling him the direct reason would make him mad, and he would ask her why she couldn’t train inside the palace, and that was the last thing she wanted to happen.

Thus, she decided it was better to keep it masked under the veil of her experiments with Professor Kinsley.

Once dressed in a fresh pair of casual clothes, Amelia walked to the dining room and saw the man sitting there.

He didn’t say anything to her for some time.

Amelia pursed her lips, unsure how to resolve the matter, when the man finally spoke up.

"What do you know about your mother, Amelia?" He asked.

It was way out of context and too abrupt.

She was immediately reminded of the note she received from that mysterious old man about his mother.

"Not much. I wasn’t allowed to ask about or discuss her. Her driver, now my driver, Mr. Marcos, told me my mom was a good woman and one of the best healers out there, probably why I inherited her capabilities," Amelia said.

Cyrus nodded.

The girl was oblivious to the truth for sure.

He remembered seeing the information that Samuel had presented to him.

After that encounter and Amelia’s sparring session with that royal guard, he asked his people to look into her mother, and the information was finally available.

And it was nothing like what he had anticipated. Many things were unclear at the moment, but one thing was clear: Amelia had been deceived her entire life.

He wanted to ask her about her father, but then remembered how the man treats her and gave up on the idea.

From what he found, Hannah was Thames’s real daughter, but she didn’t have the same mother as Amelia.

Surprisingly, Hannah’s mother was that nanny Jessica. And seeing how Hannah was older than Amelia by a year, it wouldn’t be wrong to say that Thames probably used Amelia’s mother for another reason.

And if all these things were true, did Amelia’s mother die naturally while giving birth? Or was it something else?

He asked his people to look further into it and investigate Jessica today. He also asked them to look into Thames and whether Amelia had something under her name that she didn’t have any idea of.

Or why would Jessica still tolerate Amelia until they wanted something from her?

"Why do you ask?" Amelia asked.

Cyrus shook his head.

"Your father is such a wretched man, yet you turned out nothing like your father, so I wondered if you took your mother’s traits," he said.

Amelia chuckled softly at his words before eating her food.

No one spoke for some time, both engrossed in their thoughts about each other.