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
Smith placed a call to Arnold again and cursed mentally when he didn't pick up. He didn't know what was happening but he had been calling nonstop and no one was picking up. And it was starting to annoy him. No one was even informing him about the feedback. He didn't know what had happened to Grey. Smith walked inside the living room of the house they got before coming to Jacksonville. Everywhere was empty and eerily silent. And a question lingered in his mind. Where are they? Smith's phone rang suddenly, jerking him out of his thoughts. He called Seth earlier and they were supposed to discuss business later. He picked it up. "Hello, Seth." Seth hesitated. "I think we have a problem and that's why I wanted to ask you about Grey. When can we meet?" "Tomorrow is fine. I will text you, we can think of the location." "Alright, till then." Smith knew something has happened but he needed to find out. Which was why he was going to Russia that morning. He would find Arnold and demand a
The afternoon came so fast and it was eventually time for the billionaire party. Aphrodite left earlier to get ready after they both finished eating. Grey's suit arrived thirty minutes later, accompanied by a message from Charles. Charles was the one that chose the suit and he chose the best and most expensive suit ever. Grey got dressed in no time. Alfred's car pulled into his garage approximately an hour before the party. He got down and moved closer to him. "Are you using your face mask?" It was the first question that Alfred could ask him, seeing that something was missing from his appearance. Grey reasoned it for a moment. "I will," he decided. It still wasn't the time that he hoped to reveal his identity. If he went to the party, exposed, then he would surely risk exposing his identity. Reporters or paparazzi could be around. That aside, he couldn't trust the billionaires from other clubs. "I have it in the car. I will wear it before we arrive at the party," he assured.
What does having a gold card have to do with the type of situation that they were in? Giovanni wasn’t supposed to be at the party but somehow, he was and he was even feeling happy about it. “The party is about to start. We should go inside,” Giovanni muttered and walked inside with Ellen, a wide smile on his face. Grey looked at Alfred. “What does that mean? Why is Giovanni at this party after the order I made at the meeting the other time?” “It’s a gold card and it belongs to special members of the billionaire club from worldwide. It’s exclusive and can only last for two years,” Alfred explained. “So, Ellen has the exclusive power to let him inside the hall like that?” Grey was still surprised. Alfred nodded once. “Giovanni used to possess this kind of card. In fact, it expired right before you showed up.” Grey felt even angrier. Aphrodite was right when she said that Giovanni had connections everywhere. It was easy for him to find a way out no matter how much he tried. “I thin
“What the fuck! Hercules!” Gregory's deep voice yelled from behind. Everyone rushed forward. Aphrodite shook Grey violently. Grey's eyes were still open as he coughed out blood and he was looking right at Caramel. A hand went to his face as if to rip the mask off but Aphrodite blocked it even though she didn't look up to see who it was. She was too occupied with Grey himself but she was sure that she would never let anyone pulled down his face mask. Some healthcare men rushed inside and helped Grey out of the hall. Caramel still couldn't leave the spot that she was. The image that was flashing in front of her eyes made her speechless. Caramel saw herself in a dark room with Beatrice. And Richard was standing in front of them. He was asking some questions but Caramel wasn't responding to him. Caramel didn't see more than that before she jerked out of it. Grey was actually telling the truth. What has she done? How could she poison him? How could she work with the enemy? “You are
"Richard kidnapped us on our way out of Seattle," Caramel started. She felt really good after she heard that Grey was actually doing fine. She would not have been able to forgive herself if something bad happens to Grey. "Why were you trying to leave Seattle?" Alfred demanded. Caramel regarded him for a moment. "I don't know. My memory isn't clear enough. I will let you know whenever I remember," she assured. Alfred nodded once. "Continue," he ordered. "He asked us several questions which I refused to answer. My mother was taken away from me and I was beaten through the night," she looked away as if trying to remember everything very well. "When I woke up the next morning, my mother's corpse was lying beside me. Her face was battered and there was blood everywhere," she almost choked on her words. Tears stung her eyes but she didn't want to cry, not yet. "I cried severally only to discover I don't even remember anything, not even my name. When Richard came in and discovered. H
Grey walked inside the living room and hesitated as he watched Caramel who was the only one in the room. Alfred seemed to have gone somewhere. Caramel was in deep thought and didn't notice that Grey was inside. “Caramel?” Grey called softly. Caramel went into a sudden shock at the sound of her name. She turned around slowly and her eyes went wide with shock at the sight of him. She stood up slowly as her body shivered. Grey smiled softly and spread out his hands as a means to beckon her closer. Caramel rushed into his arms. “I'm so sorry, I really am. I didn't mean to do that to you.” Grey stroked her back slowly. “It's ok. Everything is going to be fine.” Caramel pulled back slowly and looked at him. “You don't hate me? You don't hate me for trying to kill you?” Grey shook his head briefly and wiped the tears off her face. “I don't. I will never hate you. Besides, you will never hurt me. It was because you lost your memory,” he explained on her behalf. Caramel hugged him even