"It's not the end of the world, Collette. Don't beat yourself up too much." Aster consoled a disheartened Collette. "I don't have a job, Aster. Mason Harrison, the only person who could've helped me, planned to force himself on me." Collette sighed, resting her head on the headrest. "Which is why Adair beat him up. You shouldn't think of going to such a pervert for assistance." Aster warned. Then asked, "By the way, why do you have to worry about what your family eats while Adair does nothing?" "Because he doesn't remember who he is completely. And he doesn't have certificates to apply for a decent job." Something flashed in Aster's eyes. "I can put in a word or two for him. I'm sure my father will employ him if I speak well of him." "I don't want to keep depending on you, Aster." Collette sighed. Aster clenched her jaw tightly before reaching out to hold Collette's hands, "You're my best friend, Collette. My life will be meaningless, filled with work and what my father expects

Next DayCollette dressed up an enthusiastic Halsey for school. "Are you sure your head isn't hurting? Like no stings or sudden pangs of pain?" Collette asked worriedly. "I'm fine, Collette. In fact, I feel better than when I was healthy before." Halsey grinned. Collette sighed and reached out to touch her head. "I still find it strange. What if it's a side effect?" "I'll be fine, Collette. I'm almost late to school." Halsey squeaked, hugged Collette and rushed out of the room. "Wait for me in the car." Collette heard Adair's voice behind her and swirled around to see him standing behind her. "Is anything the matter?" He asked worriedly, but she shook her head. "Nothing. I was just helping Halsey get ready for school." She denied. He stared at her for a few minutes before he nodded. She didn't want to say it, but he knew she was anxious about the high school reunion they'd be going to in a few hours. "I'll get some groceries on my way back after dropping off Halsey." He infor

Although the Devons weren't a first tier family, they were close to being a first tier family. His golden locks, lanky body and perfect height made him the ideal type for girls. And because people didn't fail to tell him how handsome he was, he was prideful. He strolled into the room fully with his two bodyguards, eye-searched for somewhere to sit and walked towards it. Coincidentally, it was directly opposite Collette. He looked up and locked eyes with Collette. Then he scoffed, "No one told me this whore was here with her befitting husband." No one dared to correct him, except Aster. Although Collette hadn't shared the real reason she refused to get married to a seemingly perfect man like Henry, Aster knew it must be something really bad. After all, her best friend was a very good judge of character. "Little wonder why she couldn't put up with you. If I were her, I would've killed you and gone to jail." Aster spat out with raw hatred. Henry tilted his head a little towards the

"What do you—Ah!" Henry's question was cut short when Zane really broke his hands. Zane suddenly felt a frightening heat at the back of his head and refrained from proceeding. He straightened up, arranged his collar and turned around. However, he noticed the horrified look in their eyes and sighed. "What? You'd agree with me they were bad guys." He said, trying to justify themselves. "They were still humans and didn't deserve to die." Jared said in a low tone from where he sat. "They only looked like humans. They had lost every bit of humanity in them. And were becoming professional killing machines. It was only a matter of time before they went berserk." "Stop trying to justify the fact you just killed more than a dozen humans. You are a murderer." Aster said with a tight frown. Zane looked towards her direction and scoffed, "You're a lieutenant. If your superior tells you to shoot someone who has murdered a lot of people and is currently on the run, would you?" "Yes, I would

Kings Hotel Steven was in a conference meeting in his office when an urgent knock sounded on his door. Without waiting to be ushered in, his assistant opened the door and walked in with a panicked look. "There's something wrong, Mr. Wright." She informed. The look on her face told him the matter was really urgent. So he rescheduled another time for the meeting and got off his laptop. "What is it?" He asked, putting on his suit jacket. "The Secret Police are downstairs. And they've taken out more than a dozen dead bodies from a room." "Dead bodies?" Steven grimaced, rushing out of his office. He rushed down to the supposed room, but was stopped by one of the Secret Police who stood in front of the door. "Hello, I'm Steven Wright, manager of this hotel. May I know what's going on?" "What happend in there has nothing to do with Kings Hotel, rest assured. And I'll advice you to return back to your office and pay a blind eye to this." The officer admonished. "I need to know who die