"I'm afraid we have come to the end of the talk." Lord Theo said to Cory, hardly looking at him. The man was staring at the monks who seemed to be glaring at him. Cory could tell that this wasn't a good sight to behold. "You know you can't stop the conversation like this. Not when you are about to complete it." Cory was bent on getting to the root of the matter. Although he knew that he sounded quite selfish right now, it didn't matter to him. One thing he hated was being left in the dark when things he ought to know lie far away from him. Lord Theo looked away from the monks to Cory. The small smile that used to hide his emotions was back. "You are not clueless, Cory. I'm sure you would be able to connect the remaining dots. If at all you are unable to, the big guy inside you will definitely pull you through. Hopefully, you are not on his wrong foot." Lord Theo pat him on the shoulder. "It can't even take two minutes. Max thirty seconds. Just say it." Cory decided to remain sel

As soon as Cory said those words, he walked away from Havill. He headed straight to Havill's car and got in. He drove off. Havill was rolling on the floor, crying. He was in deep pain. From the joint where his thigh met the leg, the part of the leg that was connected to the foot was useless. That part of his leg was dangling as though there was nothing holding it. He couldn't even dare to move it. While his thigh was positioned sideways, the other part was backward and dangling. If Havill tried to move an inch, he would inflict more pain on himself. He was on a highway. All the cars that were passing were going at a high velocity. This location was a hanging bridge. Nobody would want to stop for a second on a hanging bridge. Cory must have thought out this action carefully before deciding to carry it out. Havill, on the other hand, didn't know how to help himself. He tried to support the useless part of his leg with his hand. Perhaps he would be able to get up, but instead, he ha

Earlier, when Sheiley had professed her love for him, Cory had laughed because of how preposterous she sounded. But right now, he didn't even know how to react. He didn't know which reaction would be the best to choose. If there was a little bit of information in his head, he might be able to get an idea of what to do next. But his blank head remained blank for the next few seconds. All he could tell was that Sheiley's lips kept running over his, smoothly and tenderly. She was kissing him with every urgency and affection he had ever gotten from her in the past. Cory's head that was blank suddenly was flooded by a lot of information. At this moment, he didn't know which to hold on to or which to throw away. The information was too much that he should have had a headache at that point. But the dopamine being released by the kiss countered the foul reaction. All of a sudden, he got a grip and held her up, pushing her face away from his. "What the hell, Sheiley!!! Have you lost your

When Cory pulled over, there was a man standing at the entrance of the hotel. The man looked to be in his early forties, but he had a finer posture, and his frame was very bold. His presence was quite imposing, and his aura was graceful altogether. Although his gaze was solemn, he was looking from one angle to the other. There was curiosity running from one corner of his face to the other. He looked to be waiting to meet someone. Or perhaps he was expecting someone. When the man turned to the left and saw Cory, his face brightened, and he started to hurry towards Cory. When he got to Cory, he almost broke his neck as he bowed to the earth before him. "Don't be so weird, you fool! How can you bow like that?" Cory felt a little bit embarrassed by the manner at which the man was bowing to him. "Get up." Cory snapped. "Please let me remain like his. It's been forever since you called me. You asked me never to check on you or even trail you. How could I not be worried? And now that I

"Boss?" Stephen asked, but the call had been dropped. Stephen just stared at the phone. He didn't know what to do at first. "Which airport?" He thought. He could count about forty-five airports in Emerald City. Which of them does he have to go? There are only five nearest airports from Viocot. In which of the airports could Cory be?Also, what the hell was Cory doing at an airport?! Stephen wished he could find answers to his questions. He redailed Cory's number. "Please answer the call. At least tell me which airport. Please, I beg of you boss." It would seem as though Cory could hear him from there. The call didn't go through. Cory would not answer even when it did go through. After a few seconds,[Ding! Utland airport.]When the message came in, Stephen couldn't have been any more grateful. He quickly climbed into his Lamborghini Urus and drove off. He was certain that in the next ten minutes, he would get there. Even if it meant that he would have the cops tailing him. Wel