“I said get out, or I will kill you! Get the fuck out of here!” Luther was screaming and growling at the top of his lungs at Linnie.His eyes screamed of rage and violence. His veins stood strong. He balled his fingers into angry fists, as though he would punch Linnie with them. For the first time, Linnie thought that she was in the room with a beast who would kill her, because even though there was a slight distance between them, she could feel Luther’s hot and angry breath against her skin. Linnie knew that if Luther became crazy enough to kill her, he would go scot free, because of his family’s influence and power, and worse, because she was just a woman without a family or name. In fact, they could paint a lie about a home accident that led to Linnie’s demise, and she would be forgotten as though she never existed, and that would even hurt her more, because that would mean that she left the shores of this earth without fulfilling half of what she desired.“Go!” Luther was still sh

Luther arrived at the company and the first thing that flashed through his mind was blood, but he quickly shook it off and proceeded into the building. He was never going back to where he just got out from.Luther admitted to himself that what happened between him and Linnie shifted something in him, which was why he could he get up this morning, eat, and come to work. He would have wallowed in his own grief until he possibly died of it, because the nightmares after the incident almost made Luther lose his mind. While he stayed holed up in his bedroom, he had heard sound of the gunshot that Darwin fired that took the doctor’s life, and his battered face and pleading eyes kept calling at Luther. When he closed his eyes, he would see his face, and when he opened his eyes, he would still see his face. It had been the worst time of Luther’s life. He had also been dreadfully scared that he might never come out of this. His father had called him several times, but Luther could not just bri

Bowman waited for Dragon in his private lounge. Even though he hated to be disturbed, this was a crucial meeting, and also, Dragon preferred to meet here than at his mansion.Since he got the news from Dragon about the death of the doctor, he had immediately ordered Dragon to get Barrister Dickson out of the clinic that they had transferred him to. Bowman wasn’t a child, and he wasn’t stupid either; he knew without a doubt that Darwin had a hand in it. Darwin was the one who put the Barrister in his condition in the first place, so he wouldn’t be shocked that Darwin would go the extra mile just to finish what he had begun. It was obvious that Darwin wanted to shut the Barrister’s mouth or get what belonged to Laxus from him, and as long as Bowman lived, he would never allow that to happen.These were some of the things that were happening around Laxus that he was blind to. Even the tarot reader had tried to bring those revelations to Laxus through her words, but Laxus had run away fro

Luther thought that he was going to explode in a rage. “Where is the scotch?” Darwin asked, still reminiscing over the phone call he just made. “We have a toast to make before we head out to see that sick bastard, Barrister Dickson, and if he has recovered well enough, he will give us everything that he was meant to give to Laxus,” Darwin added gleefully.A moment ago, he had been so worried and agitated and afraid that he had almost lost his mind in the process. If they had been caught, Darwin would have landed in jail, except they do not sell him out, and that was something that Darwin could not bank on. He liked having clean and spotless dealings that left no traces. Every time he had done something dirty just to secure a future for himself, he had come out unscathed, and he wasn’t about to stop now. Heck, Darwin was not about to go to jail when he should be retiring and joining a golf club and spending the rest of his days puffing his expensive cigars away and getting occasional

Linnie noticed that Luther had been in a very sour mood lately, and she did well to avoid him in their mansion. Thankfully, their mansion was big enough, and she had no desire to even see him as well.Every time he went to work, he always returned angrier than the previous day, and at a point, Linnie stopped worrying much about him, because she knew that she would definitely know exactly what was going in good time; she always did.So Linnie called Detective George, her informant as usual.“Have you found anything yet?” Linnie asked as soon as the call connected. “I still need to know what happened between Darwin and Luther, and of course, the death of the doctor who was in charge of Barrister Dickson,” Linnie said, going through everything they last talked about just in case the detective forgot any of it.“Things are bit tight around here for now,” Detective George said.His words aggravated Linnie deeply. “What do you mean by that? You are a bloody detective for crying out loud, sh