Nathan's POV"So let me get this right. You are Lucas whatever, in Nathaniel's body, and the man in the hospital is Nathaniel in Lucas's body. Your body?" Leslie asked, his eyes wide. Nathan wasn't sure how many times they'd have to explain it to Leslie before he understood. Leslie, a man who claimed to be intelligent and smart, was clearly lacking in that department at the moment.He sighed, "Exactly as you said. Yes," he answered.After Lucas closed his eyes, they had given the doctor time to examine him, only to be told that once again, Lucas had gone into a coma. He didn't know why it had happened again, but something didn't feel right.Lucas and Nathaniel couldn't be awake at the same time. He had a lot of questions to ask Lucas; like where the guy had kept the flash drive, but it seems Nathan would have to find out those answers himself.Leslie squinted and pulled his fingers through his hair. He fired, "Then who the fuck are you?!"Nathan shook his head. He was done explaining
Nathan's POVNathan descended the stairs, completely suited for his outing that day. He had chosen to wear a plain black shirt, blue pants, and white sneakers, not to come off as being too formal.He went to the kitchen after hearing voices coming from there. He recognized the voices as he got closer. When he entered the kitchen, Scott, Nate, and Jane were all present.Scott and Nate were sitting on the counter, bent over something while Jane was by the glass cooker. The brief moment brought smile to his face, momentarily making him forget his present situation."Hey dude!" He called, heading over to the refrigerator and pulling out a bowl of apple slices. " Hey! what's up," Scott mumbled back to him without looking up. Nathan mumbled a reply as he picked a slice from the bowl, munching it. Since Nate began staying with them, Jane has taken it upon herself to ensure that there is always a steady supply of fruits in the house.It was health for the kid to take fruits. Nathan was glad
Nathan's POVA memory flooded Nathan's consciousness, and he saw himself as Nathaniel Hayes, unwrapping a package. The paper fell off the parcel, revealing the identical painting he had been admiring a few minutes before.He realized he was once again caught up in a memory of Nathaniel Hayes and a memory of the painting he had seen. If he was recalling Nathaniel's memories of the picture, it had to be significant and vital.The memory slowly progressed to Nathan hanging the painting on the wall in the room that he recognized as Nathaniel’s room. It shocked him that the room was still the same.Nathan reasoned that the little hole that was currently over his bed served this purpose. The painting had already been hung there before.But that wasn't all; the scenario appeared to be fast-forwarding to a time when Nathaniel stormed into the room, yanked down the artwork in a hurry, and sat on his bed.Nathaniel tore open the paper at the rear of the artwork and placed a miniature vehicle in
Nathan's POVAvery snorted, "The proposition. I read it and kept wondering why Hayes Holdings was interested in our investment. According to what I've discovered, you don't need my money. So, why are you pursuing this?," He explained.Nathan had not anticipated to hear that question from Avery. He had expected a question about the deal, perhaps, the profit cut that dual investments was getting from the deal, or something else, but not this.Nathan snorted. "You don't think I'm doing this for the benefit of both our companies?" He asked.That was always the first priority. To check how the deal was going to favor Hayes Holdings. If they didn't stand to benefit at all, believe it, Nathan wouldn't have even gone after dual investment in the first place; Hidden agenda or not.Avery arched his brow as if he didn't believe what Nathan had said. He chuckled dryly, taking a cursory look around before focusing on Nathan.Nathan wondered again why the man had chosen to meet in an art gallery, d
Nathan's POV Nathan knew he should have kept his mouth shut, but failing to persuade Avery to their side would jeopardize his entire effort with the other four investment companies.He had promised Myla to deliver, and that was what he was going to do.He smirked as he placed his hand under the sculpture's outstretched hand. "You know what I see?" he asked, smiling, and continued talking without giving Avery an opportunity to react. He didn't know how he was able to interpret the sculpture's message, perhaps, it was Nathaniel Hayes consciousness again."I see an act of management. She understands the importance of what she has to offer and knows how to manage it effectively. That is why she is serving water with her hand rather than a bowl." He informed Avery, "Her value is rare, and many will fight for even a drop, so none would go to waste."As Avery returned his gaze to the sculpture, Nathan saw the man's expression shift from one of uncertainty to one of realization, like he was
Elton Ross's POV Elton walked down the lonely corridor in the building. His footsteps were the only sound in the corridor, and his gaze was fixed on the door at the end. He couldn't recall the last time he had been in the building, possibly after Lucas' death and it showed in how dusty and unkempt the place was. He approached the door and entered the passcode, watching the door click open, granting him entry to the room. The things inside the room was highly classified and was not made to be exposed to outsiders.He entered the space and firmly closed the door behind him. The last time he was there, they had tortured Lucas until he agreed to sign the divorce papers and he had given an order to kill Lucas to silence him.He couldn't believe how stupid he'd been to let the boy stay married to his daughter for so long after getting the organ he needed from the boy.He sighed and moved further into the room. Dane and Jackson were already present in the room, waiting for him. They both
Elton’s POVElton only went to the art exhibition in the art gallery because he needed the investment money from Dual investments. That was the only reason why he honored the invitation or he would be in his house sleeping by then.Nothing screams irresponsibility like strolling around a room, admiring paintings and artworks that you have no business looking at in the first place. He still couldn’t understand how individuals would leave their homes to visit a gallery and admire paintings or other works of art all in the name of ‘love for art.’He has never been a lover of art and never will be. If he saw a painting and he liked it, he simply bought it, regardless of it’s meaning or value.Every other thing be damned.The car came to a stop at a red light, and he sighed, eyeing his driver. He didn’t know why the man was driving like he had all the time in the world. He was already late for the art exhibition but would love it if the driver hastened up.“ Next time, try to avoid a red
Elton's POV Elton froze and he felt shivers run down his spine as he heard what the man had said. He made a mental note to contact his link in the police force later to find out what was happening and why they were conducting a search and seize in his warehouse.The other warehouse was the unregistered warehouse, which, despite not being registered in his name, belonged to him. They used that warehouse when they needed off-the-record trucks or cars. It was not only difficult to discover any incriminating materia but also to find any valuable information, owing to the fact that the trucks were hired by private individuals who wished to utilize them for various purposes.He kept his tracks clean, so Elton was not scared at all. He was a cautious man, and there was no paper trail in the warehouse to follow that could lead back to him.They did not keep anything in the warehouse that might be used to incriminate themselves. So why had the cops shown up at the warehouse? What information