The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315 An Exchange

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It was clear now just how much Theresa had given, and how little they’d given in return. No doubt who owed whom

The moment Sage heard Quentin’s words, the gentle expression on his face turned cold.

“This young man is right, Sage said quietly. “I got ahead of myself. I’ve overlooked something important. I should show some gratitude to Ms. Hall first.”

He raised his hand. A space–based ability user stepped forward, hesitating slightly

“Hand it all over, Sage ordered.

The space–based ability user froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“I said, hand it over,” Sage repeated, his voice colder now.

This time, the space–based ability user obeyed. With a wave of his hand, he produced ten massive packages.

“That’s a hundred thousand gleamstones, Sage mentioned calmly. “In return for all the support you’ve given us.

Theresa’s eyes practically sparkled at the sight.

He’s really that desperate, huh? Quentin, you’re a legend. Only a jerk can handle another jerk. That saying never

misses!

Sage kept his expression cool, but inside, his heart was pounding. “Ms. Hall,” he said, “could you send a bit more help tomorrow? Just enough to get us out of here. This time, I’m being completely sincere.

Theresa felt a genuine rush of satisfaction as she walked up with Quentin.

With a hundred thousand gleamstones in hand, everything felt right. Completely and totally right.

Beating Sage at his own game wasn’t something just anyone could pull off.

Serves him right, she thought, for always playing mind games and acting like he’s ten steps ahead. Now look at him- handing over everything with a smile.

She picked up the bags and, smiling, pretended to pass them to Quentin. The moment his fingers touched the surface, they vanished into her domain

Sage didn’t notice a thing.

“Well then, I’ll send out the message now,” Theresa said casually.

“Alright,” he replied with a faint/smile.

Theresa and Quentin turned and walked off.

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But the second they disappeared, Sage’s smile vanished.

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Drew stepped up behind him. “Mr. Arlen, that was everything. You gave them all our gleamstones“)

Sage stared at Quentin’s back in the distance. His voice dropped. “He won’t live long enough to spend them. No matter what, take him out tomorrow.

“But won’t that run things with that woman?”

Sage turned to him slowly, his eyes filled with quiet menace. “If we kill him, yes, she’ll come for us. But if zombies do it… she’ll have no reason to blame us. Understand?”

Drew paused, then nodded. “Got it.”

“Make it look like an accident–draw the zombies in, leave no trace, and get my gleamstones back.”

“Yes, sir.”

Meanwhile, Theresa had already sent out a radio message, asking Kyle to pick them up at the usual spot the next day.

After sending the message, a rustling sound caught her attention.

“Who’s there?” she called out sharply.

From behind the trees, a man in his thirties stepped out cautiously, glancing around to make sure no one else was watching.

A teenage boy–maybe sixteen–followed close behind.

The man looked at her nervously, then spoke in a low voice, “I–I know Sage is planning something against you.”

Theresa blinked in confusion.

“You took his gleamstones, the man warned, his eyes sharp. ‘He’s not going to let you off that easily.”

Beside him, the boy stood on alert, keeping watch.

Theresa narrowed her eyes. “What do you want?”

“An exchange,” the man replied, his gaze intense as it landed on her. Tll tell you Sage’s plan. In return, you get me and my son out of here.”

Before she could respond, the boy hissed, “Dad! Someone’s coming!”

The man clenched his jaw, then quickly tossed a crumpled piece of paper at her feet. His hers, full of desperate hope.

eyes

locked with

Without waiting, he grabbed his son and rushed off in the opposite direction.

In seconds, they were gone–like ghosts in the night.

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Theresa stared at the paper, then pointed. Pick it up”

Quentin crossed the distance and retrieved it, handing it over.

She unfolded the note, scanned the single line, and let out a dry chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, eyeing her.

“Read it.”

She passed him the paper.

He read the line, stating. “He’s going to lure a zombie horde to kill your people.”

Quentin’s mouth clamped shut.

Theresa stretched her arms overhead. She was done playing nice.

Teaming up to face the zombie horde had crossed her mind–keeping things civil, even professional

But now, that was off the table.

“If that’s what he wants,” she said, her voice cool, “let’s give it to him. Quentin, play along with him tonight.” She fired off a message to Kyle, telling him to pick them up early the next morning.

Night crept in.

After dinner, Sage strolled over, all smiles and sincerity.

“Ms. Hall,” he said smoothly, “how do you manage so many alliances?”

“I don’t,” she replied easily. “Lucas handles all that.”

Sage raised a brow, “Really?”

“Of course. I just hang around and eat. Lucas runs things inside. Theron handles everything outside. They Just prop me up as the face of it all. Honestly, I can’t manage anything,” she lied without flinching.

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