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
The men came down from both cars and stood in the way of Grey's cars. Suddenly, a car drove over to them. The driver got down and moved to open the back door. Arnold and David got out. They hesitated as they stared ahead of them. They wondered why Grey was in three cars. And they were even more worried at the fact that Smith hasn't shown up. They were supposed to meet at home in less than thirty minutes but Smith was suddenly nowhere to be found. Arnold and David decided to go on with the plan. "Where's Grey?" Arnold inquired. The door of all three Grey's cars opened suddenly and several men rushed out. Arnold and David were shocked for a moment because the men that got out were twice as much as they were. "Why are you looking for him?" Jimmy asked them. Arnold regarded him for a moment. "Who are you?" He asked, disregarding his question. Jimmy smiled briefly and stepped aside. The men parted a little space in the middle for Grey to walk out. Earlier, the moment the cars stopp
Smith had this confused look on his face as he took in the information. He burst out laughing suddenly. “What are you talking about?” he took his cup of wine and sipped. “You are so funny. How can you even compare the two? There's no way he's both. I mean Grey is just one poor boy struggling to achieve. Fine, he could have gotten closer to some important people in the society but he's nothing.” Seth nodded briefly, with a smile on his face. “Sure, I was just kidding with you.” Seth actually found out before he went. No, the first thing that happened was the fact that he was confused about him and then, he suspected he could be Hercules. And it turned out to be so eventually. “I'm here for a deal with Hercules,” he announced instead. Seth had wanted to let Smith know who Grey really was but that could actually be dangerous at that time. Figures, he doesn't even believe him. Come to think of it, who would? He found it difficult to believe as well until the facts were staring right at
Caramel couldn't stop thinking about what Grey told her. She knew it was possible. Well, Richard did tell her that she used to be close to Grey. And well, Grey could have been lying about them dating. What if Grey was lying about everything? What if there weren't even them in the first place? What if Grey was just trying to use Caramel like Richard said he would? If Grey didn't kill her mother, then who did? After Grey walked out of her room, she had been thinking of a perfect way to escape Grey and she found it eventually. The men were talking about the party that Grey would be having the second night. It was the billionaire party and well, almost everyone would attend. It was a perfect time for her to escape and maybe even make sure she did what she had wanted to do initially with Grey. She was going to try and kill Grey again and she was going to make sure she succeeded that time. Why? Because she didn’t believe him.. The car pulled to a stop suddenly beside the shore. The me