“W-what!” Caramel yelled suddenly that Alfred had to pull the phone backward a bit so she wouldn’t damage his ear drum. “H-how did it happen?” Her voice shook with a slight tremor to it. Though, Alfred didn’t want to reason it that much. Even though she sounded so unhappy, he still thought that she had something up her sleeve and wasn’t sincere. “I’m yet to know. I’ve called all the elders and we will notify them. But for now, no one should know about it and he’s still in the hospital,” he made his voice fade intentionally. “I don’t know what to do yet but I will let you know eventually,” he assured. Caramel sobbed. “I saw him a few minutes ago. Why would he be dead? You guys should do his autopsy,” she sobbed softly. “Maybe but that’s left for the elders to decide on. Bye for now and take care of yourself.” Alfred hung up and released a sigh. He was done with the plan. All they had to do was wait for the result. He walked back inside. Caramel was starting to get anxious. She sat
Caramel nodded briefly. “Alright, and who are you?” Emily smiled softly. “You don’t actually need that. I will just take my leave now since Grey isn’t even here. And I will advise you to do the same if you don’t really want Hercules' elders to find out about you,” she finished and walked out of the house. Caramel let out a sigh of relief. She actually thought it was over when she saw the person walk inside but she didn’t know she also had something against Hercules. They all do and the anger in Caramel was so big that she would kill Grey again if she had to. Her phone rang suddenly, startling her so that she jumped up in fear. She glanced at the screen and a sigh escaped her again. She picked up the call. “Hello, yes. I’m ready,” she responded and the call went off. Caramel rushed to the door and pulled it open to look at the car in front of the house. Everything was already prepared for and all she had to do was get herself out of the mess before it even swallowed her. She didn’
Emily got down from the car, still in the dress that she wore to Grey's house. She was actually the one that handpicked it. The only thing Grey did was place an order for it and it got delivered. And she still wanted to roam the town the more in it. So, she decided to get something from the supermarket. She walked into the spacious supermarket elegantly. She pulled to a sudden stop almost immediately as she walked inside the store. She started ahead of her, at her mother staring right at her in the same way that she was. Linda didn't know that Emily was back in Jacksonville and she didn't even bother to inform her. The expression on Linda’s face showed how angry she was. Just as Emily decided to turn around and walk out of the store, Linda hurried closer and pulled her out of the store forcefully. She suddenly dragged her over to her car before Emily could wrench free from her. “What are you doing here?” Emily blinked once as if she didn't understand the question. “Enter the car,
The driver adjusted on the seat and glanced at the front mirror. He hesitated as he continued to study something that Caramel didn't notice. “It looks like we are being followed,” he announced suddenly. Caramel looked up, a bit startled. “What do you mean?” “That black benz has been following us everywhere for a while now. I think we are being watched,” he concluded. Caramel looked back toward the black Benz that was a car away. Her heart made a sudden thud at what the driver had said. If the car was indeed following them, does that mean that Alfred knows about something already? No, there was no way that could have happened. The autopsy result would not get ready so quickly. So, that could only mean that Alfred was only suspecting her. Definitely, that was what was happening and that was the worst. Though, without an autopsy, it would be easy to know that Caramel had done something wrong somewhere. She was running away. That aside, she didn’t know if the lady from the other time
"What did you just say?" It felt as though Aphrodite didn't hear correctly. There was no way Caramel would be saying that when she actually knew how much Grey loved her. "I just said he never did. If he did, he wouldn't have killed my mother!" She yelled out in frustration. "Is that what you call love?" Aphrodite was struck with shock over and over again. What was really happening? Grey was standing in the garage when Aphrodite's car drove inside. His emotions were mixed. He felt very annoyed at Caramel but at the same time, he felt very sad. Would Caramel really plan to kill him? She might not like the fact that he was Hercules and yes, she had been pulling away after she discovered the truth. But would she really conspire against the enemy to kill him? No, somehow, he didn't believe it. He needed to hear from the horse's mouth. Alfred was standing beside him as the door of the car opened and Caramel walked out with an unknown man. Aphrodite followed behind them. Grey marvelled
Grey watched Caramel until she was being led away in a car. He turned to look at Alfred. "Any information?" Alfred shook his head briefly. "How are you even sure that Caramel really lost her memory? She could be playing you." Grey nodded once. "she could but there's also the probability that she could have really lost her memory for real." Which was the only explanation that Grey could make. He couldn't think about it now, that Caramel would really try to kill him in her sane mind. Alfred nodded briefly. "Tonight is the meeting for the mafia, don't forget about it," he reminded him. Grey nodded once and walked to his car. He hesitated before he pulled out of the garage. Since Caramel would be staying in his house, he thought of getting her some clothes. So, he pulled off in front of a boutique close by. He hesitated again, his heart filled with terror. He doesn't want to think about it but whenever he does, he always feels a tightness in his heart. Why did Caramel try to kill hi
"I will leave if that's what you want," Grey said quickly before Dave would call his full name. Dave squeezed his face in concentration. "What's going on? Why would he leave?" "Mr. Dave, I would say you shouldn't worry about it. The security guards will do the job of riding us off the nuisance." One of the salespeople responded. Dave almost saw red. "What? Was that the question I asked you? This place belonged to my friend and I'm seriously going to tell him to fire the three of you!" He yelled in anger. "B_but," one of the salespeople started but Dave cut her off. "But what?" He looked at the security guards. "Are you still blocking his way?" He dipped into his pocket for his phone and placed a call to his friend. He took some steps away to talk so that no one else would hear him. "Can you believe what just happened in your store? Your salespeople and security guards just harassed someone they aren't supposed to," he confessed. "What do you mean?" Samson was Dave's close friend
Grey walked through the shelves and stopped suddenly as one of the salespeople walked closer to him. "What would you like to get? I can help you out," the salesperson expressed with a short bow. Grey reasoned it for a moment. "I will like anything that can fit on a size 8. Any dresses and skirts that are good," he responded. The salesperson nodded briefly. "Follow me, sir," she turned around and walked away. Grey followed after and they moved towards shelves arranged with beautiful dresses. "Make them twenty each. I want the best." The salesperson stopped to give him a short bow before she walked to grab what Grey wanted. . Smith had never felt so embarrassed after he came back to Jacksonville or after he left. He just didn't know how it all turned up on him. It was a bit suspicious. Why would the manager side with a nobody like Grey and neglect him that has been patronising them since day one? Could it be because Grey was the CEO of Victoria Skincare? But Hercules already cla