Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 160: We Didn’t Do Anything Yet! We Were Just Talking!

But the screaming didn’t last long.

Not because the fear disappeared, but because most of the men started realizing it wouldn’t change anything.

They weren’t getting out.

The staff had sealed the room—the doors, the security, the signals. Every part of their usual escape routes and backup plans was useless. They were locked in.

And Isabella still hadn’t moved.

She sat in that chair, one leg crossed, glass in hand, silent, just watching.

Until she wasn’t.

She stood slowly.

No theatrics.

Just enough motion to shift the energy again.

She took a step forward.

Then another.

Heels were quiet but firm on the marble floor.

The room hushed like someone had turned the air off.

She stopped in front of the first man—the one who’d been laughing about taking over her "network" just twenty minutes ago.

He was still restrained, but now his eyes were wide and locked on her face. He was not angry; he was just trying to understand.

She tilted her head a little.

Then, finally, she spoke.

"You thought what I have achieved till now was all luck?"

Her voice was cold, controlled, and calm as if she were talking about something random, but it was anything but random.

But every word landed like a weight.

"You thought maybe you caught me off guard. Maybe I didn’t know what you were doing. That maybe I was slipping, which was enough to take over what I have."

Another step.

She went to the second man, who offered part of the profits that he would get, so that he could spend with her or even the other Nocturne ladies.

He wasn’t smiling now. His skin was pale. His forehead glistened with sweat that hadn’t been there five minutes ago.

"You planned this. You thought this would be the moment. A surprise play, something that would make you look like some genius strategist."

Her gaze drifted across the table.

"But the thing about surprise, gentlemen..."

She stopped again.

Looked down at the man in the gray suit who had once bragged about bleeding her dry.

"...is that it only works when the other side isn’t already watching."

She let that hang.

Then, I took another step.

"I wasn’t surprised that something like this would happen. I mean, I would say that it was ’expected’ by the way you guys do things normally," she said simply.

No one moved.

No one interrupted.

She raised her hand slightly, gesturing toward one of the servers. He stepped forward, calm as ever, and set a small black device on the edge of the table.

It lit up.

And began displaying a set of images.

Photos.

Footage.

Screenshots of messages.

Transcripts.

They were dated. Timestamped. Organized.

The entire conspiracy.

Documented.

The scarred man let out a breath like he’d been punched.

"How..."

Isabella looked at him. Her expression didn’t shift.

"You were never subtle," she said. "But you were never the problem. The problem was the belief that you were hidden. That no one could see you, or touch you in your territory."

Another step.

Now she was pacing slowly, not rushing, just walking the line behind their chairs like she was looking for the next victim.

"Three years ago," she said, tone almost casual now, like she was explaining a budget report. "I started embedding people into your lives."

The bald man turned his head quickly, eyes wild.

"Lies."

She didn’t look at him.

"Your last driver? Worked for me."

He froze.

"The secretary who booked this room?"

She glanced toward the hallway.

"Mine."

She passed behind the man with the chain.

"Your nephew? The one you brought into your company last year? You liked him like your son, didn’t you?"

His head jerked up.

"Mine, too."

She turned slowly.

"Your mistress? Your accountant? Your bodyguard’s daughter? The cook you hired because she came ’highly recommended’?"

She looked at them now.

"All mine."

No one blinked.

It was too much.

The room had gone from a boardroom where they were deciding on someone else’s life to now a noose that is tightening in under ten minutes.

And the rope was already tight.

The man in the vest looked like he wanted to vomit.

"Why?" he whispered.

She paused.

Finally looked him in the eye.

"Because I wanted to know what you’d do."

He didn’t speak again.

She continued pacing.

"You spent so long building your little circles, buying silence. Threatening loyalty. You assumed no one could ever slip through that."

She glanced at the screen again.

"But when you focus so hard on keeping things out, you stop noticing what’s already inside."

She stopped at the end of the table.

Folded her arms.

"And I’ve been inside for a while now."

She looked down at the youngest man, who had trembled earlier.

He was almost crying now.

"Please," he said quietly. "We didn’t know. If we had..."

She cut him off.

"You would’ve done it differently? Lied quieter? Paid more? Tried to drag it out longer?"

He opened his mouth.

Closed it.

No answer.

She let it sit.

Then, finally, she leaned forward just slightly.

"You were planning to burn me down," she said. "Piece by piece. You made plans. You set dates. You chose who would get what piece of me."

She stood straight again.

"So now..."

She looked around.

"You get to watch what that feels like."

Then she turned to walk back toward her chair.

No drama.

Just deliberate, steady steps.

She sat again.

Crossed her legs.

And watched.

The room was still locked.

The guards were still missing.

The servers were still standing.

And the men who had once controlled cities?

They were starting to shake.

That was when one of them finally snapped.

He lurched forward in his chair, breaking through the restraint with raw adrenaline, only to be tackled and pinned by two of the staff before he made it halfway across the room.

"Let us go!" he screamed. "We didn’t do anything yet! We were just talking!"

Isabella looked at him.

Her face didn’t change. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"No," she said.