“Target spotted.” A man in black clothing and mask said, tapping a device on his ear. “Seen.” The receiver replied and with a nod, he ran off before he would be accosted. In fury, Silvan continued stomping towards the elevator. He couldn't believe that Alaric was chickening out all of a sudden. “He hated him and wouldn't mind going to any length to see that he has his position to himself but now he is acting all sainty.” He muttered. Resting against the cold wall in the elevator, he bit his lower lips, “Killing two birds with a stone in the case was feasible. Why didn't I go for it?” He muttered, fist pumping the air. When he got out, a group of staff were gathered in a corner and they were all speaking on the top of their voices. Wanting to know what the argument was all about, he stood afar off, watching them with his hands folded across his chest. “Liam isn't dead. In fact, he wasn't at the scene of the accident.” A staff yelled, stamping his feet on the floor in fury. He h
For a moment, Silvan thought he was dreaming. He kept blinking his eyes rapidly, trying to wrap his head around what was unfolding before him. “You're frightened.” Giovanni said, pushing his hands into his pockets as he walked up to him. “Should I use the word scared instead?” He bit his lips, closing the distance that separated them. Now standing next to him, Giovanni placed his hand around his neck, “You shouldn't be scared, it's me… Giovanni Matteo.” “I thought you were dead.” He gulped, blinking his eyes rapidly. “Your mission was a total failure.” Giovanni laughed, hitting his palms together. Scared, Silvan kept darting his eyes around, finding a route of escape but there was none. Giovanni had placed him in a position where he felt powerless and couldn't do anything than to beg for his life. “What do you want?” He yelled at Giovanni who was still smiling. “Why did you do it? We never had a cause to fight, why were you involved in my death?” “But you didn't die, you survi
The presence of the security personnel who had been deployed to his residence gave Silvan the courage to go about his business without fear. Now standing behind the door of his home office, Alaric's call came through again and this time around, he didn't hesitate to pick the call. “What do you want?” He howled. “Liam indeed was a victim of the explosion. Currently, he is in the ICU receiving treatment.” Alaric replied, grasping the edge of the table as he leaned against it. He was relieved when he learnt Liam was indeed alive like he had thought. “You failed again.” He added with a mocking tone. “You keep out of my business. This is my second attempt and it was enough to keep him in a vulnerable position.” He huffed. “With him away, I can do whatever I want and trust me, he wouldn't be returning to the company.” “And you think I’m going to let that happen?” Alaric huffed, swirling the content of his glass. “I asked you not to interfere in my business.” “You went too far in yo
Dropping by the hospital where Liam had been admitted, he decided to pay him a visit before any other thing. Instead of being led to Liam’s ward, he was led to the ward of the janitor which was jam-packed with his family members who were crying. Alaric wanted to leave when the janitor’s daughter, who was barely six, grabbed his hand. “Please help my dad.” She cried. Crouching next to her, Alaric used his napkin to wipe off her tears and after a few seconds of smiling sheepishly at her, he said, “I’m not a doctor.” He wanted to rise when she held his shoulder. “You're rich, you have a lot of money and can help my father walk again. Mom is also a janitor and we can barely feed, please give my father his legs again with your money.” “Brie!” Her mother yelled, rushing to her side. She tried to pull her away from Alaric but she held on, tears rolling down her eyes in torrents. “Pardon me mister, I will take her away now.” Her mother attempted to pull her off again but just like befo
“Are you expecting anyone?” Liam asked Rose who shook her head sideways immediately. “Don't tell me Alaric found his way here.” She muttered, looking from one person to the other. When no one gave a response, she hurried towards the door. Peering through the security hole, she recognized Mr. Jones and at once she pulled the end door open only to see he had company. “Madam Aurelia?” She called, her gaze never leaving her even for a second. She had seen her several times on TV and online but she hadn't met her in person until now. “You must be Rose.” Madam Aurelia said, smiling at her. Nodding vigorously, she affirmed her claim as she stepped aside so they would walk in. The moment Liam locked eyes with his mother, he pushed his crutches to the other side of the couch so she wouldn't see it but he wasn't fast enough. “You can as well remove the scar on your arm and leg.” She said, walking towards him.With a frown on his face, Liam was glaring at Mr. Jones who had his head bent to
On his return to his office, Alaric tried to resume from where he had stopped but he found himself zoning out occasionally. Each time he tried to proceed to the next time, something must come up and when he couldn't hold up anymore, he pushed his seat backwards in anger as he rose. “I can't believe this is happening.” He muttered, pacing from his table to the couch and back. “Silvan might be telling the truth. He doesn't look like someone with mental issues but… I can't believe him even if… ugh!” He tossed his head backwards as it began to hurt. Grabbing a bottle mug, he brewed himself from coffee before returning to his seat. Swirling around, he had his eyes shut, trying to clear his head and reduce the ache that was threatening to split it apart. Still in this position, his door creaked open and he opened an eye. When he discovered it was the legal team of the company, he snapped both eyes open and then sat up. “What is going on here?” He asked, studying them carefully as he
Alaric kept persuading Silvan to drop the suite but as usual, he refused, acting dogmatic. “Okay, I won't try to convince you again. I just wanted you to redeem yourself but it seems you’re not ready for that.” Alaric mouthed. He wanted to go on with his rant when the door flung open and Anthony rushed in, panting like he was chased by a demon. “What is it?” Silvan asked. “It seems your period of grace has expired. You should have listened to me and I wouldn't hesitate to speak to him on your behalf.” Alaric groaned like he felt for him. “Sir, the prosecution raided our home, office and the company. They took everything they could lay their hands on.” Anthony said in a breath. “What?” Silvan gasped in shock..Shifting his gaze to Alaric, he found him combing through his hair with his fingers as a smile tugged the side of his lips. “You have a hand in this.” He said with an accusing tone. “Yes, I do. Is there a problem?” Alaric was enjoying the look of despair on his face. “Wh
Smirking, Alaric plopped on the couch, crossing his legs as he twirled his hair around his fingers.At the moment, he was watching the news that kept broadcasting about Silvan's involvement in embezzlement and the rest. Exhaling, he snapped his fingers and at once Sam rushed to him, “Sir,” “Brew me a cup of cocoa.” He said, dismissing him with a hand wave. When Sam returned with his cocoa, he relieved it from him, taking a deep drunk of the scalding liquid. “Liam is amazing, don’t you agree?” He asked, his gaze on Sam who quickly nodded when he realised he was the one he was speaking to. “Do you think I should let go of him? I mean, I shouldn't push forward with my intention seeing what he did to Silvan.” Sam pressed his lips into a thin line as he began to rack his head. He didn't know what to say to him and he was scared of saying something that would trigger his reaction. Biting his lower lips, he stepped backwards, “Please excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” Before Alar