chapter 134 brainless girl lost

Brainless Girl's pulse hammered in her ears.

Her mind, usually sharp and composed, was fogged with doubt. Every second that passed without a response tightened the noose around her.

Seven million.

That was outrageous.

But if she argued?

Frost Eye would keep pushing. Keep raising the price. He had flipped the game on her. She wasn't controlling the negotiation anymore—he was.

And Cute Mist?

She wasn't helping.

She was watching.

Waiting.

Judging.

Brainless Girl clenched her fists. She couldn't afford to hesitate. She had to say something—anything—to regain control.

Her lips parted—

Frost Eye struck first.

"Ah, I get it now." He snapped his fingers as if a revelation had just hit him. His smirk stretched wider. "You're not hesitating because you're thinking. You're hesitating because you can't think, can you?"

Brainless Girl stiffened.

Frost Eye let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Man, Rainbow Solutions really did throw you away, huh? Thought they were just being shortsighted, but nah. They saw you for what you are."

He took a slow, deliberate step forward, voice dripping with amusement. "A fraud."

Brainless Girl inhaled sharply.

He saw it. The tiny reaction.

And he tore into it.

"All that talk about being a master negotiator, flipping losses into wins, manipulating deals to perfection—" He leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming with something close to pity. "What a joke."

Brainless Girl's fingers twitched. She had to move. Had to say something—anything—

Frost Eye turned away with a lazy wave. "Tell you what. Seven million was me being generous. But since I'm such a nice guy—" He grinned over his shoulder. "Let's make it eight."

Cute Mist's expression darkened.

"That's it," she muttered under her breath.

Brainless Girl felt ice crawl up her spine.

She knew what that meant.

If she didn't turn this around—now—she was done.

Her throat tightened.

She had spent years perfecting the art of negotiation. Of twisting words, forcing opponents into corners, making them think they were winning while she gutted them dry.

But this wasn't a boardroom.

This wasn't a controlled deal with careful calculations.

This was Frost Eye.

A Trickster.

A predator who had set this trap from the start.

And she had walked right into it.

Brainless Girl's throat was dry. She had lost control. She knew she had lost control.

And Cute Mist?

She was done waiting.

"Eight million credits. Final offer."

Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.

Brainless Girl turned to her, eyes widening. That wasn't how this was supposed to go. This wasn't a negotiation anymore—it was surrender.

Frost Eye tilted his head, his smirk twitching wider. He had expected to squeeze out more resistance, to stretch this out just a little longer—but Cute Mist? She was moody. She didn't have the patience for drawn-out games.

She had no patience for failures.

"Eight million, huh?" Frost Eye clicked his tongue, pretending to think. Then he shrugged. "Sure. Pleasure doing business with you, Flat-Chested-chan."

Cute Mist's eye twitched, but she said nothing.

Brainless Girl clenched her fists.

She had failed.

She had completely failed.

A deal that should have gone down to five million had gone up instead. Three million credits burned, all because she had frozen at the worst possible time.

She barely even registered Frost Eye strolling past her, whistling like he didn't have a care in the world.

Cute Mist shot her a glare. "I should've done this myself."

Brainless Girl opened her mouth to respond—

Then Cute Mist's communicator buzzed.

A cold silence fell over them as she pulled it out, checking the name flashing on the screen.

Then her mood darkened further.

An elder.

Brainless Girl couldn't see which one, but that didn't matter.

Cute Mist turned away slightly, answering the call. "Yeah?"

The voice on the other end was sharp, cutting. Too muffled to hear the exact words, but Brainless Girl knew that tone.

This wasn't a casual check-in.

This was trouble.

Cute Mist's grip tightened around the communicator. "...We finalized it. Eight million."

A pause.

Then the voice on the other end snapped.

Brainless Girl didn't hear the exact words.

She didn't need to.

She saw it in the way Cute Mist's entire body tensed.

And then—Cute Mist slowly turned her head, gaze locking onto her.

Brainless Girl felt the ice settle in her chest.

She had really screwed up.

Brainless Girl had failed.

That much was obvious.

She felt it in the weight of Cute Mist's silence, in the way her supposed ally didn't even try to defend her. The deal had gone to eight million. A price she should have shredded down to five. Instead, she had frozen, and Frost Eye had played her like a fool.

And Cute Mist?

She was in no mood to tolerate dead weight.

The communicator crackled as the elder's voice came through again, sharp and final.

> "She's useless. Get rid of her."

Cute Mist didn't hesitate.

She was already furious—frustrated with the negotiation, frustrated with the wasted money, frustrated with Brainless Girl.

This wasn't a fight worth having.

"Understood," she said flatly.

Then she turned, eyes locking onto Brainless Girl with cold finality.

"You're out."

Brainless Girl barely had time to react.

"You embarrassed me," Cute Mist continued, her tone sharpening. "Eight million? Eight? I don't care how good you used to be—this was pathetic."

Brainless Girl's fingers clenched.

"I—"

"Shut up."

The words hit like a slap.

Cute Mist wasn't looking for excuses. Wasn't interested in explanations.

Her patience had snapped.

"Rainbow Solutions doesn't carry dead weight. If you can't pull your own, you leave."

Brainless Girl swallowed hard.

She had expected this. She had.

But hearing it—hearing it from Cute Mist, without hesitation, without even a second thought—made her chest tighten.

This was it.

The end.

Her position in Rainbow Solutions—the only thing keeping her afloat in Mortal Online—was gone.

She had nowhere left to go.