"Oh, alright, I'm happy to hear that, so hopefully when I return to Wast Arcadia, she'll be awake." Oscar smiled, with the phone in his ear. The good news about his mother's response to treatment was something he longed for, and it has already made his day and got him thinking about going back. "Thank you so much doctor, and yes, I am fine, I wasn't injured during the incident, and please, just in case she's allowed to wake up before my return, don't let her hear about any of this." He appealed to the doctor and he agreed, of course, no one wants to burden the recovering woman with such a story. "Alright have a nice day," Oscar ended the call, and walked to the dining table where the maid had placed his tea along with a few slices of bread, and some fried eggs as he had requested. He sat down and began to scroll through the social network and the news about the collapsed hall was carried all over the Internet. He watched numerous gruesome videos, and genuinely couldn't believe

"And you think he likes you?" Bri asked with a smile written all over her face, she was probably more excited than Dora herself who seemed indifferent. "I'm assuming," Dora replied, "He looks like one of these secretes rich men, and if there's one thing I know about this set of people, is that they are mean and ruthless, I don't want to put myself in a sticky situation... plus, I'm still not certain that he likes me." "Girl," Bri exclaimed and threw herself on the bed where Dora lay, "Where is the Dora that said she'll go with any man she sees, rich poor, as long as she gets pregnant... "I never said that," Dora argued. "That was two days ago," Bri interjected with a smirk. "I know, but I didn't say it like that, I have had a change of heart okay, he's a nice man, he saved my life, he kept me company, that's good and fine, this is not a storybook world where we just magically fall in love and have a happy ever after." "You are overthinking," Bri said, taping her on t

It was past midnight when Oscar got back to the Slytherin mansion, and he couldn't wait to hit the bed because despite how comfortable the first-class aeroplane might be, it would never beat the comfort of his king-sized mattress. He already had a lot planned for the next day, and as long as nothing ruined that for him, Oscar was more than excited to be back. "Welcome back, sir!" The voices of guards and maids welcomed him from all corners of the mansion, but he was too sleepy to respond. Before going to bed, he checked his phone to see if he got a text or at least a missed call from a strange number, which he wished was Dora but saw none. So much for taking his mind off her. He had a peaceful night's rest, but the same can not be said for the morning. Oscar woke up with the most insane headache, feeling as though his brain had swelled up so much and was on the brink of exploding by the second. At first, he blamed the lack of sleep and decided not to get out of bed for anoth

"Are you okay lady?" one of the cops approached Ellen and helped her up to her feet. "Thank you," she uttered but was too stunned to even speak about her car that had just been taken right before her eyes. "Don't worry mam, we will get the car back to you in no time alright? we are on it," the cop tried to assure her, and at the same time another man, tall and muscular approached them from behind and asked. "Is the lady okay?" That voice sounded too familiar and Ellen quickly turned around to see who it was. Sure she had no idea who the man was, but she had seen him because he seemed to be with Oscar wherever he went. And Tom on the other hand recognised the lady in front of him, quite a coincidence that she was the one whose car was stolen. "It's you," he said to her, the fact that she was Oscar's ex-wife whom he now despised, doesn't mean he should be apathetic all at once, besides it was for Oscar to deal with not him. "Hi," Ellen mumbled, staring at him like she had

"I'm sorry, what do you mean?" Oscar asked in shock. "Well, he didn't give us any other information on that matter, and to be honest, there is nothing we haven't done to force him to speak up but he truly doesn't know where Aston Slytherin is hiding. The only thing he told us was that Aston did not want anyone else to investigate his disappearance, which was why after he disappeared, their unit offered to investigate without being called by the Slytherins. " "All the other detectives lost their lives and they did all of this to scare others so they would not take the job in case they were called, and they made up some pretty believable story just like the one that detectives had told you, just to make it seem like they were working towards finding the truth. He wasn't sure whether or not Aston himself funded this ordeal, but he most likely did, so the question now is, why would he? And where is he?" Stephen ended his narration with a long sigh and waited to hear what Oscar would s