It had been two days since the attack on the Bolton's Mansion and the effect was still very present in the atmosphere. Chris Bolton, Monica and Mrs. Yvonne were sitted in Sarah's room. Chris had sent a message to Monica and Mrs. Yvonne to meet him there because he was worried about Sarah. Rose' death seemed to be having a mighty bad effect on her. She had spent the most part of the past two days in her room and Chris had heard and sometimes watched her switch from being sad and empty to being full of anger. When she was not moping or pacing in her room, she was blowing off steam in the training ground either in the boxing ground or shooting range. The previous day, Chris had watched her use images of Thomas and Richard for her target while shooting and when she had run out of bullets she had run into the field and rushed at the targets then proceeded to tear and break them down to pieces with both her hands and legs before slumping onto the pieces in tears and Chris had then had to go

In Thomas Bolton's lounge, Richard continued to take in the stranger who had walked into the lounge a little under a minute ago. From his rectangular rimless glasses to his suit pants and shirt and down to the black attorneys bag he was carrying, he certainly wasn't their usual type of company and Richard wasn't sure how he felt about him. While he didn't seem to spell danger, Richard also didn't care for his presence in the lounge as he had never really been a fan of strangers, especially when they did what he considered to be an invasion of his comfort space and invade his comfort space, this stranger was. Technically it was Thomas Bolton's but who cared? Thomas had come to accept Richard's constant presence in the lounge and Richard had definitely been enjoying it but at that moment, the stranger was taking away his comfort and Richard didn't like it one bit. He looked at him with his left eyebrow raised but the stranger just kept smiling at him. What was he? A robot? A raised eyeb

It had been almost three hours since that annoying brat, Luke Freeman had appeared after being sent straight from hell to disturb Richard's peaceful afternoon and after haven restlessly and absent-mindedly seen a movie, Richard was itching to go get his phone and listen to the voice recording of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation. He had instructed a maid to immediately inform him about Luke Freeman's departure but she still hadn't shown up. What on Earth could the two men be talking about for so long anyways? As his mind raced with the endless possibilities about the contents of their conversation, he heard a faint knock on his door and he bolted out of his bed and rushed at the door. He opened the door and as soon as he saw the maid standing there he rushed past her without waiting for her to say a word. He headed straight for Thomas Bolton's lounge and he tried his best not to run and only appear like someone who had urgent and important matters to deal with. He soon go

Luke Freeman wordlessly took the sit Richard had motioned him into with the gun in his hand. Wasn't he the adopted son of Thomas Bolton? What did he want with him? Had they had an issue earlier in the day? Why was he in his house at such a time of the night and with a freaking handgun in his damned hand? What could he do? Should he try to set off an alarm or something? What warning signal could he send his neighbours that would alert them that he was in danger? His neighbourhood was actually quite a quiet one full of people who minded their business so the chances of anyone actually noticing whatever signal he gave was a pretty slim one and the chances of anyone noticing that signal and actually acting on it was next to non-existent. He was certainly toasted. The young man with handgun which he was freely brandishing at him, could kill him and no one would know. Why on Earth had he given in to his tiredness and not listened to the voice that had told him to stay back at the office and

Chris Bolton was sitted in Michael Bolton's study with his laptop open in front of him but his mind was occupied. He is was in love with Sarah but couldn't confess it and he knew it wasn't because he was scared of being rejected by her or because he was worried about his father not accepting it. The reason he was worried about expressing his feelings for Sarah was because of Monica. He couldn't deny the fact that they had both had some tension between them when they had initially met. He had most certainly had something for her and he felt like she she had also had a thing for him, but he wasn't sure if she still had it. He has tried not to acknowledge his feelings for Sarah for a long time because he had felt like they made him disloyal to Monica, especially if she still had those feelings. What was he going to do? Was he supposed to just ask her? Wasn't that___? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door and just as he opened his mouth to call for whoever it w