The receptionist's brow furrowed, but she dutifully began typing the new name into the system. After a few moments, she shook her head, her lips pursed in apology. "I'm sorry, but there's no record of anyone by that name either," she said, her gaze shifting between Xavier and India. Xavier's gaze pierced hard into the eyes of the receptionist, he leant closer to the counter, lowering his voice, "Listen, I know you're probably following orders. But tell me, did Alexander tell you not to tell anyone that he's here? Just tell me the truth and we will work out of here." The receptionist frowned in annoyance, staring back at Xavier and chuckled humorlessly. "What are you even talking about? You thought I have been lying to you? Really? Did you even know it's very inappropriate to give the details of our customer to strangers, but I decided to help and you're calling me a liar? I am so disappointed in you, Mr Man." "You know what? This conversation is over with you. Call
India paced back and forth in the hallway, her mind racing with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. She glanced at her wristwatch every few seconds, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for Marcus to arrive. The seconds ticked by like an eternity, and finally, her eyes caught sight of Marcus making his way towards her down the long corridor. India frowned, a hint of anger flickering in her gaze as Marcus approached. "What took you so long? Must you prove to me, your irresponsibility," she demanded, her voice sharp and accusatory. Marcus bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect and apology. "I'm sorry, Lady Avendano," he said, his tone sincere. "I was delayed by the supervisor. There was a last-minute issue that needed my attention." India's eyes narrowed, and she reached out, grabbing Marcus's shoulder and turning him to face her directly. "Did anyone find out about what I asked you to do? Did the supervisor ask you anything? Tell me now!"
India's heart raced with a thrilling mixture of exhilaration and trepidation as she navigated the winding streets. The freedom of being in control of her own movements, of not having to answer to her father or his legion of security personnel ever since she took the position of the lady Avendano, was both liberating and terrifying. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white, as she weaved through the heavy traffic. After nearly two hours, India finally reached her destination – a bustling, crowded area teeming with activity. She pulled the car into a parking spot, her eyes darting around, wondering if she was truly in the right place. Before arriving, the image in her head was some quiet estate or even a park where suspicious people lurk. However, the area was a maze of shopping malls, salons, auto shops and different kind of stores and India felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of her stomach. Stepping out of the car, India surveyed h
The warm, golden morning light filtered through the grand windows of the Avendano Villa, casting a soft glow over the bustling scene of event planners and staff decorating the lavish space. India and her mother slowly meandered through the villa, surveying the transformation unfolding before their eyes. India couldn't discuss what happened at where she went to anyone, not even Marcus. Marcus tried to make enquiries, but she only brushed it off. Whoever it was refused to send the tasks they wanted her to fulfil and this only made her grew more nervous. India's gaze swept over the intricate floral arrangements adorning the tables and mantles, the delicate crystal chandeliers casting a dazzling shimmer, and the pristine white linens that draped elegantly across every surface. As they continued their stroll, Maria's expression suddenly shifted, her brow furrowing with a mix of concern and contemplation. India noticed the change immediately, and turned to face her
As soon as her mother was out of sight, India's expression shifted, a determined glint sparking in her eyes. She reached into the pocket of her designer jacket, retrieving her phone and quickly dialing a number. Impatiently, she waited for the call to connect, her fingers drumming against the polished marble surface beside her. After several rings, the line clicked, and a deep, familiar voice answered. "Malakai, where have you been?" India demanded, her words laced with frustration. "I've been calling you, and you didn't answer. Your phone should always be with you." There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and India could almost picture Malakai's brow furrowing in response. "I'm sorry, India," he replied, his tone apologetic. "I was... preoccupied with some people. But when I realized it could be an emergency, I decided to take a rain check and answer right away. What is the problem? Is it an emergency?" India let out a heavy sigh, her free hand
The board of directors sat in stunned silence, their eyes widening in shock as they turned their gaze towards India. "Mr Avendano is missing?" Mrs. Marica, the eldest female member of the board, uttered in disbelief, her brow furrowed with concern. "Oh no, have you informed the police already?" India shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Unfortunately no, I haven't informed the police. And I don't think I will... I don't want to involve the police," she said, her gaze unwavering. "And all of you are probably wondering why so. It is because I don't want any of the board of directors to go to jail. You can drop the act, I found out what happened already." The directors exchanged confused glances, their faces etched with bewilderment. Mr. Colehem, a seasoned businessman with a reputation for his no-nonsense approach, rose from his seat, his features hardening. "What are you talking about, Lady Avendano?" he demanded, his voice laced with a hint of
As Mr. Colehem opened his mouth to speak, Mrs. Marica cut him off, her voice tinged with a hint of concern. "My lady, you're right. There was a... a little bit of misunderstanding between the board and Alexander on Monday, it was nothing deep believe me," she admitted, her gaze shifting uncomfortably. India raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a subtle smirk. "Could you elaborate on what happened that day, Mrs. Marica?" she asked, her tone deceptively mild. Mrs. Marica hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Well, when you stormed out of the conference room so abruptly, we all thought it was because of something Alexander had said to you. We had alot to discuss with you that day and we thought he was the one who ruined our chance of having a conversation with you," she explained, her words coming out in a rush. "We asked him about it, but he flared in anger, he said alot of things I can't even remember but when we tried to talk back, he
India heard a soft knock at her bedroom door and her heart raced. She quickly hid her phone under the pillow, praying her mother wouldn't notice. She had been acting suspicious all day that her mother had to confront her on why she had been stealing glances at her phone all day. The door creaked open slowly, revealing Maria. Maria's sharp eyes swept the room, her neatly-manicured brows raised in question. "Is something the matter, dear?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of concern. India forced a smile, shaking her head. "No, Mother. Why do you ask?" "Hmm." Maria hummed, not entirely convinced. She stepped further into the room, the soft fabric of her evening gown rustling. "You do know what's happening tonight, don't you?" India chuckled lightly. "Of course mom, I do." She rose from the bed, smoothing a hand over the delicate lace trim of her robe. "Then, why are you yet to dress up? Your cousins and nephews are ready. Your uncles told me the