Pascal clicked furiously on the computer. He was visibly tired, but he didn't want to stop. Mia had asked for his help, and he was not going to disappoint her."Why are you going through the old Lionheart files?" Rhea, his partner asked while looking over his shoulder. Pascal shot her a disapproving look."It's none of your business, Rhea. And why do you always do that, sneak up on me?" He asked, frustrated."Maybe I like your reaction every time. You have been working on this stuff since last night. Why don't you just go home and get some sleep?" Rhea asked him."Don't worry. I'm fine. Now that I think about it, you did not go home last night. Why did you stay behind?""I was waiting for you dummy. I wanted to make sure you do not burn yourself out. I forgot you are extremely capable, and that's why you made detective in the first place." She commented. Pascal smiled. "But seriously, this case is like a decade ago. Why are you looking into it?" Rhea asked him. He offered her a seat
Elina sighed as she took a sip from the champagne that lay before her. It was a rather sunny afternoon, but she did not care. She just wanted to get drunk and forget about all of the terrible things that had happened over the weekend.Elina felt like she was being punished. She has done a lot of terrible things in the past so it was not unlikely that some entity or stuff was paying her back for her sins. But she could have afforded the payment, could she not? But there she was inside club Laplace, drinking to the merry and chill she had lacked for the past weeks."You should call off the wedding immediately. How could he do this to you? Gerald is such a liar and a petty man." Her friend, Rosa, scoffed as she drank from her champagne. Rosa was one of Elina's closest friend, and wore a matching green shirt as her. Love, or pretence?"To think that a company worker called you to tell you the story. That is just so sad. What are you going to do now?" Lena, another of her friends asked. Bo
Gerald burst into Essence brothel with about a dozen men dressed in black outfits. By that time of the day, the people in the brothel were usually scarce. The girls upon seeing the men screamed and ran towards different directions. They did not want to be around for whatever it was that was about to happen.Gerald walked towards one of them and grabbed her by the hair. She screamed as he did so, but his fuming face told her not to do anything to evoke his anger more."Where he hell is Rowan?" He asked the girl, and she whimpered when he grabbed her hair even tighter."He's at the gallery. The boss is at the gallery.", Was the response she gave. Geraldm dragged her long as they headed for the gallery. Essence also provided different scenery for lovemaking, as a way of spicing up the entire act.The girl whimpered and pointed to the gallery. Gerald dragged her inside, but Rowan was nowhere to be found. The girl's eyes opened wide. The only sight Gerald saw was the beautiful paintings an
Viktor Grey stepped out of the car as soon as it came to a stop inside the parking space of the Lionheart mansion. He took a good look at the surroundings before he proceeded to walk inside. It has been a very long time since he had actually visited, judging by the number of things that had happened in the past."You're welcome to the Lionheart residence, sir. However we were not expecting you." The butler who stood by the door said to him. "I came here to see Isaiah Lionheart. Let him know of my arrival. I'm sure he would want to meet with me." Viktor announced. The Butler, however, was not ready to oblige to his command."I have orders not to let anyone into the residence, sir. I do hope you understand, but you need to leave now. The patreon is resting." The Butler said to him. Viktor Grey grabbed the butler by the neck and slammed him into the door. The Butler gasped for air, and tapped continuously on Viktor's hand, but he was not ready to let go."Say that one more time, and I w
Chapter 21 The day was as bright as the clear sky, nevertheless Oliver tried to remain calm and positive, he knew that he didn’t have to worry about anything, not even about Elina. Oliver knew that going to this event would create a fuss but he wasn’t bothered about it knowing that he is the one driving Isaiah Lionheart to Viktor’s event. He would not be tongue tied. He arrived at the Lionheart house early, he didn’t want to show up late so Isaiah won’t be late to the event considering that it was meant for those at the table of billionaire. Knowing he should be among them but here he was playing his second identity game and trying to like he didn’t know what he was doing when infact he’s in control of everything and he’s just trying to play the card well enough not to blow his cover. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a few seconds, he blew hot air through his mouth and proceeded to enter the house, remembering to press the door bell instead of entering withou
He had returned with the car, the same one he had beaten Elina to buy. With a bloodshot eyes, he noticed the gun Viktor was holding and immediately after their eyes met, Viktor furrowed his brow and kept it away. The billionaires stepped out of the meeting room and glared at Oliver. “Ses yeux sont fous et nous regardent comme un taureau sauvage.” (His eyes are mad, staring at us like a wild bull.) Amélie Laurent, one of the millionaires whispered to another woman standing there with a glass of wine in her hand. “In English you hagfish!” Oliver bellowed out angrily. “I’m sorry.” Amélie apologize and looked away. She suddenly felt intimidated by him. Oliver could feel Elina’s eyes boring holes at him and he looked at her way. She eyed him and darted her eyes to the car. “You should take your eyes off things you cannot afford.” Oliver spat out venomously. “So, you're the man who has been giving my daughter trouble. I was looking forward to meeting you...” Viktor Grey said, but there
Viktor felt very much insulted. He was angry that the disrespect and humiliations had happened in the presence of everyone. Everyone that was a part of the Table.Oliver's words rang again in his ears, "How dare he try to give me money?" Viktor grunted.The shelter home was none of his concern anymore. They should all die and fragment for all he cared! It was just for public eye since the beginning. How did the masked brat know about the shelter in the first place?Viktor felt like he had better use for his money instead of taking care of vermin that were on the streets. What did they expect him to do, take care of the entire world like he was their king?"Fucking bigots!" He grunts again.Last time he heard from the shelter, he had told her he wasn’t the cause of their misfortune, and he would do whatever he can only when he wants to help."How long has it been?" Viktor asked himself, rubbing his chin and staring off into the distance. It must have been a few years since he last set
Oliver tried his hardest not to barge into Isaiah Lionheart room. He was heavily dressed in luxury, and as he stepped inside the room, Isaiah dismissed the doctors that were attending to him. When they had left, Oliver got up from the chair and started pacing about.“What is the problem?” Isaiah questioned. “I was attacked by intruders yesterday, I don’t know who they are and whoever sent them I don’t know, I killed one of them, but the other managed to escape.” Oliver explained, unable contain his anger:“And you don’t know who they were?” Isaiah asked, rubbing his jaw.“I don’t!” Oliver bellowed out, slamming a punch hard on the table.“That must have hurt.” Isaiah noted seeing that Oliver’s face contorts to pain.“Who do you think it is? Viktor Grey?” Oliver asked and Isaiah took a puff of his pot and set it down while he listened to his grandson rant about his unfortunate ordeal.“I didn’t call the police but I have taken care of the security and everything else. Although, the po