Private Grudge

The yawning Spartan badass appeared behind Henry. As one of the Spartan ancestors of the Assassins, she was truly skilled at stealth. Most of the time, if she deliberately chose not to reveal herself, Henry had to wait until she was fairly close before noticing her approach.

But Cassandra was not deliberately trying to scare people. It was simply one of her everyday habits. As an immortal who had lived for more than twenty-four centuries, living discreetly had been etched into her bones. Naturally, she kept her presence as faint as possible in daily life.

"Henry, why aren't you asleep in the middle of the night? You came down here to mess with mechs again? Hmm, is this a new mech? A boar?"

"What are you doing here?" Henry turned and glanced at Cassandra.

"I saw the news today. The Green Goblin had his eyes on you? The reports didn't name you, but that victim was you, right? At least in New York, I don't know of anyone else who keeps a tiger as a pet."

"Yeah, it was me."

"So you're looking to get even?"

"No. If he wanted to be a villain, then he had to accept the sort of ending villains might face. I wasn't going to be satisfied with merely beating him up."

Cassandra came before the wall of screens and watched the various surveillance feeds, her expression turning strange. "Oscorp? The Green Goblin is connected to them? How did that guy provoke you again?"

"The dementia medication I worked on with India was handed over to Oscorp in the end. That included the formula, the production process, and the rights to register the patent."

"They got the better end of that deal, didn't they? So you were unhappy because you didn't get enough out of