The driver adjusted on the seat and glanced at the front mirror. He hesitated as he continued to study something that Caramel didn't notice. “It looks like we are being followed,” he announced suddenly. Caramel looked up, a bit startled. “What do you mean?” “That black benz has been following us everywhere for a while now. I think we are being watched,” he concluded. Caramel looked back toward the black Benz that was a car away. Her heart made a sudden thud at what the driver had said. If the car was indeed following them, does that mean that Alfred knows about something already? No, there was no way that could have happened. The autopsy result would not get ready so quickly. So, that could only mean that Alfred was only suspecting her. Definitely, that was what was happening and that was the worst. Though, without an autopsy, it would be easy to know that Caramel had done something wrong somewhere. She was running away. That aside, she didn’t know if the lady from the other time

Grey watched Caramel until she was being led away in a car. He turned to look at Alfred. "Any information?" Alfred shook his head briefly. "How are you even sure that Caramel really lost her memory? She could be playing you." Grey nodded once. "she could but there's also the probability that she could have really lost her memory for real." Which was the only explanation that Grey could make. He couldn't think about it now, that Caramel would really try to kill him in her sane mind. Alfred nodded briefly. "Tonight is the meeting for the mafia, don't forget about it," he reminded him. Grey nodded once and walked to his car. He hesitated before he pulled out of the garage. Since Caramel would be staying in his house, he thought of getting her some clothes. So, he pulled off in front of a boutique close by. He hesitated again, his heart filled with terror. He doesn't want to think about it but whenever he does, he always feels a tightness in his heart. Why did Caramel try to kill hi

Grey walked through the shelves and stopped suddenly as one of the salespeople walked closer to him. "What would you like to get? I can help you out," the salesperson expressed with a short bow. Grey reasoned it for a moment. "I will like anything that can fit on a size 8. Any dresses and skirts that are good," he responded. The salesperson nodded briefly. "Follow me, sir," she turned around and walked away. Grey followed after and they moved towards shelves arranged with beautiful dresses. "Make them twenty each. I want the best." The salesperson stopped to give him a short bow before she walked to grab what Grey wanted. . Smith had never felt so embarrassed after he came back to Jacksonville or after he left. He just didn't know how it all turned up on him. It was a bit suspicious. Why would the manager side with a nobody like Grey and neglect him that has been patronising them since day one? Could it be because Grey was the CEO of Victoria Skincare? But Hercules already cla

Smith had this confused look on his face as he took in the information. He burst out laughing suddenly. “What are you talking about?” he took his cup of wine and sipped. “You are so funny. How can you even compare the two? There's no way he's both. I mean Grey is just one poor boy struggling to achieve. Fine, he could have gotten closer to some important people in the society but he's nothing.” Seth nodded briefly, with a smile on his face. “Sure, I was just kidding with you.” Seth actually found out before he went. No, the first thing that happened was the fact that he was confused about him and then, he suspected he could be Hercules. And it turned out to be so eventually. “I'm here for a deal with Hercules,” he announced instead. Seth had wanted to let Smith know who Grey really was but that could actually be dangerous at that time. Figures, he doesn't even believe him. Come to think of it, who would? He found it difficult to believe as well until the facts were staring right at

Smith placed a call to Arnold again and cursed mentally when he didn't pick up. He didn't know what was happening but he had been calling nonstop and no one was picking up. And it was starting to annoy him. No one was even informing him about the feedback. He didn't know what had happened to Grey. Smith walked inside the living room of the house they got before coming to Jacksonville. Everywhere was empty and eerily silent. And a question lingered in his mind. Where are they? Smith's phone rang suddenly, jerking him out of his thoughts. He called Seth earlier and they were supposed to discuss business later. He picked it up. "Hello, Seth." Seth hesitated. "I think we have a problem and that's why I wanted to ask you about Grey. When can we meet?" "Tomorrow is fine. I will text you, we can think of the location." "Alright, till then." Smith knew something has happened but he needed to find out. Which was why he was going to Russia that morning. He would find Arnold and demand a