Alves suddenly had a strange feeling deep inside of himself. He didn't know what to make of it first until the old woman got to him. And before he could tell what was happening, he felt the whooshing of warm and sharp air directed towards his face. His reflex would had come to his aid, to deny the possibility of events to take the usual turn. But it had happened regardless. A smack across his face. A tough and hot slap. Alves' jaws tightened as soon as the slap landed on his cheek. He didn't know what to feel at that moment. But one thing which was for sure was the fact that even if he was pissed out of his mind, there was little to nothing he could do. Even if he wanted to carry or breed a hybrid of argument, the old woman's lips was starting to move,"Why did you send my second away...?"She let the words out. The words hit hin so suddenly that Alves didn't know when he muttered, "Huh?"Grandma had continued almost immediately. She was not even going to give him a cool. "What a

There came about seven sabres in his direction, and they came too quickly that Alves could not avoid any. Not even one of the swords. He could feel and hear metals tearing into his flesh, and shoving his inside to the side. The pain was severe and excruciating. He had meant to stand up at once to fight these men off, but he wasn't even given the chance to take a perfect stance before he was ambushed and stabbed at every corner of his body. He dropped on his knees. Blood was about streaming from every part of his body. The sabers were in his chests, sides and legs. There was no part of his body that didn't have a share of the pain which was travelling across his body in a great and quick velocity. With pangs.He could hear the men saying some things but he couldn't understand them. One thing was the fact that he couldn't make meaning of what they had said and the other, he had no idea what other fate would fall on him. But then he did know that one would be at the mercy of the other

Alves was not really bothered by their appearances. He just couldn't quite tell how they had found him. He didn't remember telling anyone close to the two boys that he would back to Grimming Hills today. Did they even know that he had been away since forever? Why should they even know?While he was pruning the thoughts, his gaze fell on the lad who was still lying on the floor. OH, WHY I WAS WONDERING FOR A WHILE?He seemed to had finally come to a conclusion of who really might have led the two sons of Madam Casper to him. "Is he dead or something?"Michael asked as soon as his attention went to the lad who was lying on the floor. "There's only way to find out."Simeon walked to the lad who was on the floor. The lad had stopped snoring so it was quite hard to tell, and his face and chest were to the cold floor. Simeon raised one of his legs to kick the lad in the side,"I'm sure your brain is working. And you would think twice before you do that."Alves suddenly snapped at Simeo

Alves was standing at the front of the hotel. He had just turned to look at the name of the hotel. There was an indication and tag imprinted in the top of the protruding part of the building. It read, Eagle's Crest Hotel and Suite.Alves couldn't believe his eyes at first glance. He blinked his eyes to be sure that he was seeing right. When he discovered that he was in his right mind, he pushed his head to the side. "Eagles Crest."He muttered. It was obvious that he was still having a hard time believing what he had just seen. "This Hotel?"He kept on pruning the thoughts like a gardener. There was a certain memory surfacing. And he looked to want to hold unto the memory for a while. His eyes and attention were spent on the inscription in the building. Then the memory which had suddenly been picked started to sketch a brighter picture in his mind. About three years ago, he had traced someone to this hotel. He had meant to walk through the door and confirm where the person he was

"Tell me about the plot of the government."Alves started, taking a glance at the fellow who was seated opposite him. The man couldn't look up at him. The courage was not there. He looked to still be leeching off the incident that happened about some minutes ago. But immediately Alves asked the question, his head was up. But he couldn't look Alves in the eyes. Alves didn't quite care. He just wanted the fellow to tell him what he wanted to hear. "The Prime Minister is looking into all the investments of the mysterious trillionaire. The owner of the MANGRID tower."The young man said then took a pause. Alves couldn't quite tell if the man had taken the pause because he had something else coming. But it didn't seem so at all. Or perhaps Alves was thinking too much. "The investments of the mystery man?"Alves wanted to be sure that he heard the words perfectly. The young man nodded his head fiercely. There was a sudden light reaching at the corners of his face. It was as though he wa