Jendall Kurtis's Villa.Candayce was pacing to and fro, from one corner of the room to the other. She was restless, unwilling to sit even though she had been told for the hundredth time. Jendall's eyes followed her as she moved back and forth. He was sitting in a reclining car, an aid for his old back. There were a couple of men behind him. All of a sudden, Candyce stopped pacing and started walking to her father. "You should sit." Her father urged, signaling at one of the many couches in sight. "I'm worried. Something bad might have happened to him. I don't know what this feeling is." Candyce's eyes were wild as she stake the claim. There was a shade of horror idling in the corner of her face. "Didn't you say that you watched him take care of some men all by himself? I think he should be able to protect himself. I have faith in him." Lord Jendall acclaimed, looking quite confident. "That was against the bodyguards of the Langley family!!! I'm talking about Ceballos himself! Ceb

In the Langley villa, the atmosphere was tensed and there were hostile chatters flying around the space. All eyes were wild and mean, all for the same motive. Vixton was one of the people who was displeased and restless. He was pacing the foyer, to and fro. He just kept mumbling and muttering to himself. He was entirely red from rage. "We cannot let that bastard go scotfree.""That's right we've got to do something about him.""People like him should be made to eat their boots and die licking their own poo! So that in their next lifetime they wouldn't dare to mess with people beyond their class.""But why did Ceballos suddenly wanted us to go?""I'm more worried about how that bastard was able to maneuver his way and stop those thugs from shooting him.""What a joke! He's an ex-convict. A prisoner has nothing but time. He probably have been doing some workout, which must have given him a delusion to think that he can just do what he wants.""I'm sure my cousin will not let this slid

There were murmurs going around as Slade referred to the neighborhood as his. The elderly folks looked impressed. They didn't know him per se since they've only known Mamita for the past few years. Before any of the three men could say a word, one of the elderly folks, an old woman wearing a loose gown, had quickly stepped forward. "Maria, is this your son?" The woman asked Mamita, inspecting Slade from his head to toe. Slade's attention shifted from the current situation to the woman. He wasn't really bothered by the way the woman was looking at him. Instead, what she had just said picked something in him. His mother? Mamita, his mother? Although Mamita was older than him and was his nanny, she wasn't at that age to give birth when he was born!To think that she was being referred to as his mother hurt Slade so bad. Does she now look so old that his Mary Poppings now looked like someone who could mother him?A new phase of emotional roller-coaster was about to pop off, but Slade

"What are you doing! Answer the call! Or do you want to get fired?!" The other guy yelled at the tough guy. The tough guy quickly snapped out of the frenzy."Hello, Director." He sounded so soft and gentle as though he wasn't the same person who was haughty and bossy towards Slade. He was silent for a couple of moments as he listened over the phone. After a few seconds, the call was hung like it never happened. He reluctantly lifted his gaze, looking quite wearied as he stared at Slade. "What! What happened? What did he say?" The other guy was dying to get to the root of this. It was only the tough guy who was able to listen to the call.The tough guy's face suddenly turned into a scowl as he moved closer to Slade. His eyes dimmed, and there was a shot of a rage. "Don't you dare to think that this is over." He warned Slade. "Although I don't know why the director just called me out of the blue, but..."The guy didn't know what else to say, or perhaps he didn't feel the need to c

Amelia couldn't even open her mouth. She just remained there, staring like a mannequin. She couldn't explain what just happened. This loser guy whom she had yelled at earlier suddenly became taller and bigger in front of her. In fact, his presence intimidated her so much that she was beginning to shake. It was until after he turned around and walked away that she stopped shaking. Based on her contact and influence, Amelia has met so many powerful people. But in her meetings, she had never come across someone who made her lose control over her body and mind like this. When she gained back her consciousness, she saw that Slade had already arrived at the vet clinic. "That crazy fool! How dare he yell at me." She grunted in displeasure, fuming. "Hey!!! Don't you dare think that I will let some local vet treat my Kyle! Never!" Although she was yelling this, yet she didn't stop for once as she approached the vet clinic. She stomped into the clinic yelling, "Do you even know how