"It will be an honor for me to be of help to my savior. I'll definitely get you whatever you want." Lord Jendall promised.Slade sighed. He was relieved to hear this.The rest of the materials are enough to help him to build a new arm for Mamita. He hadn't for once forgotten to imagine the pain that Mamita must have been through. Also, the stress that came with doing everything with just one arm! It must have been hell for her.And to think that the poor woman ended up like this because of him and his family. Slade really couldn't forgive himself. His heart became bitter again."But there is something that I can not promise." Lord Jendall broke into his thoughts.Slade became concerned as he looked up at the man again."What do you mean?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him."To get the material for making a prosthetic vessel would not be the problem, but getting the machine that would make the vessel itself is not ---" The old man trailed for a while.All eyes were on Lord J
Lord Jendall was pleased that his daughter has willingly offered to take Slade to the location. Earlier, his daughter didn't get along with Slade. Perhaps this would be a great time for the two to get to know each other, the old man thought.Slade nodded and bent his body forward respectfully to the old man. He turned around and followed Candyce's lead.Doctor Huggins was too grounded to the spot to decide what he ought to do at that moment.When they walked out of the foyer into the large garage of the building, Slade was in awe of the space.There was a fleet of cars. Exotic cars. Slade observed closely and noticed that on the right hand, there were ranges of popular cars like Rolls-Royce, Chevrolet, Pagani, Bugatti, and several other brands. But on the left hand, there were strangely beautiful cars that he had never seen before.At first, he thought that these cars were products of new companies that just started making automobiles. It wouldn't be farfetched to think this way, since he s
Up to this moment, Slade should have gotten used to this new side of Linda, but he was still struggling a little bit. It wasn't as though he was expecting anything from her, but seeing her go from doting on him to yelling and wanting to kill him was just something that he still found very strange. There was no reason for him to stay where he was not welcomed. In fact, staying here would bring out no good in the first place. "Don't be too harsh on him, mother." Vixton turned to Linda as she got to them. Linda's eyes were extremely red with rage. If eyes could kill, Slade would have been buried eight feet deep into the abyss of the earth. Every string or note of caring had disappeared from her eyes. "I understand what his frustration is." Vixton continued. Everyone was a little interested in what he was talking about. Of course, they knew that he didn't like Slade, but what was this he was saying?"He must have been dying to see a day like this. I mean, who wouldn't. Let alone some
Slade didn't have any reason to look over his back. The only reason he had to look back once in a while was to keep his eyes on Candyce. She was the treasure of her father's eyes. Also, he wouldn't want these wild chihuahuas to hurt her in any sense. He was smart enough to know that taking responsibility for her safety was very important. After all, they were here because of him. The party was bustling, and things were getting a little more exotic. There were giggles and light chatters flying around. Groups of investors and billionaires were talking about impending projects and recently finalized contracts. Many were for show offs and little for derison. It was quite a culture amongst the affluent folks to trip over other businessmen in order to create a superior image of themselves. It was a thing amongst them to put one person down at the expense of elevating their own character. Slade didn't have any business with any of these. As long as Candyce was very close to him, he could
Marcue froze at that very instant. He couldn't explain what was happening. He just realised that he couldn't move any part of his body. He felt a slight headache, but it didn't last for long. It seemed like the sudden predicament died out in the blink of an eye. The entire waiting area had been in awe of Slade after that roar. They just stood there staring like statues unable to choose their actions. But soon enough, they were all back to their senses. When Marcue regained his consciousness, he saw Slade standing right in front of Candyce, shielding her away from Marcue. Suddenly, the scene started to replay in the mind of Marcue. He recalled that Slade had just yelled at him in the presence of everyone. How dare this lowly pauper!Aside from this, the fact that Slade was now standing in front of Candyce to protect her really pissed Marcue out of his mind. "This little dick!" Marcue lunged at Slade, grabbing him by the collar. He fisted Slade's clothes in his palm, trying to pull
Suddenly, everyone started to move out of the way. Slade still remained standing where he was. There was no reason to be fazed. He sighed in relief. He had always wanted to teach Vixton a lesson, and this was just the beginning. He was ready for whatever would happen from now on. In fact, he can't wait. As everyone moved out of the way, a middle-aged man who had grey beards and highlights on his head walked towards the scene. "It's the chairman. Mr Langley." Someone muttered. Just looking at the face of the man, Slade could tell by the features of the man's face that he was Vixton's father. They not only had identical noses, but the properties of their faces were very much similar. "Father! Father!!!" Vixton called, still on the floor, unable to help himself up. "Does it hurt so bad?" Mr Langley hurried to his son and started to inspect the leg. When he observed it for a few seconds, he could tell that his leg was broken. When he rose up on his feet, his eyes were so red that it
Not even the affluent clintele could mutter. They were all mellow and scared. The patriach of the Langley family had just ordered silence. Who dared to speak?!While all these were happening, Slade was quite confused. Why did it always seem like he was always being defended and protected by ladies? The manner at which Candyce was trying to shield and protect him was quite touching and unusually moving. Earlier, it was his nanny who was always trying to protect him. And now, it was Candyce. Slade's attention shifted when he noticed a change in the demeanor of the chairman. The man took two steps closer. His face had become more cruel, and it lacked every iota of concern. "Will you just stand there idle?" The Chairman growled the words. No one knew what he meant by this at first. He obviously looked past Candyce and was glaring at Slade, but what he had just said was definitely not directed at Slade. "You fucking slings of worms!!!" He roared again. At this point, legs began to sh
Hushed whispers started flying around. The name that Chairman Langley had just mentioned was not just a name that could be spoken so lightly. It was a significantly powerful name that made men wet their pants at the sound of it. So many of the clinetele wished they could escape right at this moment even though they weren't the one in the scope. They just didn't want to be in the vicinity where the name of Ceballos was being mentioned. Anyone could bear the name Ceballos, but Velasco Ceballos? No one dared to answer that name in public except just one man! His notorious feat precedes his name!Ceballos was not only just violent; he's extremely sadistic. He has allowed himself to be engulfed in taking pleasure in both psychology torture and physical brutality. There is a rumor that he has an underground torture chamber in an abandoned monastery, where his victims were subjected to nightmarish punishment. His signature punishment was disemboding his victims slowly over days as he used a
Slade landed dramatically at the shore of the lagoon at the end of the Heaven Coast Forest. He looked towards the forest as his eyes squinted. His Vyion Eye was still active so he wouldn't have a tough time finding the lady. The classified vision highlighted the path that led in the direction of the lady. Soon enough, he found himself walking down a narrow path that led towards a fountain. He could hear the body of water crashing ruthlessly against the rock. When he approached the fountain, he found the lady standing butt-naked, her back was positioned towards his direction. She was dripping. It seemed like she had just finished having a bath. She was whistling, and her voice was melodious and very enchanting. The harmony of her whistles provoked goosebumps and made head swell to the intricacies of the unknown witchery. Suddenly, she stopped whistling. She felt a presence behind her and turned around to look at the person. When she turned around, there were two large cats standi
Slade could swear with everything that he held dearly that he didn't open the door. The truth was that, he had tried to do what the old man had instructed him to do, yet he didn't get the door to open. Instead, he had continously been thrown away from the door whenever he made an attempt to open the door. Right now, when he pushed the door open slightly, he realized that the door was open. "Did I open the door? Really?" He started to doubt his own sanity. "When I tried to open the door with the scar, I was thrown away. How can I open the door when I was thrown away? Getting thrown away, doesn't that mean that something is wrong?""But then, could getting thrown away be the side effect of successfully opening the door?" Slade tried to understand the most logical possibility of event here. It didn't make any actual sense. "If that's the case, then why did I get thrown away each time I tried to open the door? Did the door open three times or more?"Slade realised that if he remained
The lady was lying on the ground, between the cluster of shrubs as she panted heavily. She was stark naked and covered in sweat. Her hair was disheveled and some part of her body was smeared with dust and green. She sighed continously. A wave of peaceful air flowed all about her, giving her this comforting feeling that she had never felt in a long time. The lips of her honeypot was coated with her juice and her legs were trembling. She heard the footsteps receding from her and tried to sit up. Sitting up, she saw the monster man who had just destroyed her warmth. He had finished ramming her as though he was a tractor plowing through a tough forest. Yet he was walking away strongly as though he had just taken a nap. "What kind of a man is this?" She muttered to herself, as her rage turned into admiration. Then her face changed again. "Hey! Where are you going?" She called when a sudden realisation hit her. If he is headed in the direction of the Lotus lagoon, doesn't it mean tha
Slade knew that the last thing he wanted to do in this moment is to get distracted. He couldn't afford it. But staring at this gorgeous lady standing in front of him, he couldn't help but let his jaws drop all over the floor. He didn't even know what to believe in a situation like this. Was she really a lady or a creature! For all he knew, she might be something else disgusing as a lady. Even at that, Slade didn't think it would be so easy for him to disregard the fact that her choice of character was out of this world. Candyce was indeed beautiful and gorgeous. But the likes of these lady standing in front of him, would make Candyce jealous if they were in the same room. "I must admit it. You're quite beautiful." Slade didn't know when those words flew out of his mouth. The manner at which he was acting right now, one would think that perhaps he had lost his mind. Some might think that he was under a spell and was being bewitched by the lady. But Slade could tell that much that
"Don't you think it's stupid to come here all alone?" A sudden feminine voice said behind Slade. Slade stopped in his tracks. A mile ahead of him was the Lotus lagoon that leads to the island where Niel Rim-Adon had told him to go. Slade had been told by the old man that something huge await him there. Ever since Slade arrived at this forest, he has not been attacked by any creature. Save for the two nuisance who came driving to their death, which had distracted him, there was no other difficulty. Slade was closer to his destination. He could get this done quickly and return to his daily life of vengeance. He has only been able to pull one revenge off. There are still five more families to go! Also, he still has to reclaim the lost company of his family which was stolen by the six families. And he wanted to do so the way the six families had stolen it. He stopped thinking about other things that do not contribute to his situation at the moment. He turned around to look behind hi
The leader of the henchmen realised that he was flowing in the sky, yet he didn't know how that has come to be. A second ago, there was a stray young man standing in front of his car. He had tried to run the guy over when all of a sudden, he felt something hit his car. If he was driving through the forest, he would have thought that he had hit a huge tree in his way. But he was driving on a plain and tarred road that divided the forests. He didn't know what to do or think in a situation like this. "Ahhhhh!!!" He let out a piercing scream as the car started descending.The speed of its descent was very much quicker than when it was going into the air. The force was swift and very impounding. Crash!!! The car dove face down into the tarred road with its bonnet. The windscreen shattered, and the shards of glasses flew towards the face of the leader, spraying into the eyes of the fellow. "My eyes. Blood!!" He screamed as he felt the shards sticking into his eyes. He could feel pain
"Tell me Tyq. What brought you to my villa? Curiosity or chance?""I did." A feminine voice called from behind the henchmen. Candyce and Mamita walked into the scene. Candyce was leading the way. "Baby." Lord JK said as soon as he saw his daughter. When Tyq heard Lord JK calling Candyce "baby", he was almost horrified. The only thing he could think of was Candyce being the wife of Lord JK. He had a conflict in his mind which he was struggling with in that moment, but he couldn't really tell if it was the best thing to get occupied with or focus on the present matter at hand. "When did you return?" Lord JK added as Candyce walked to him and hugged him. "Not long ago. We saw him lying on the street and decided to bring him home." Candyce answered, now standing next to her father. Tyq bounced back into reality in that moment. It wasn't the game of guesses anymore. This matter was getting very real and legit. He couldn't continue to disbelief for long. Not even if he wanted to. "Y
The lad didn't stop for a moment as he kept on running after he had pushed the door open. He ran in the wrong hallway and kept on increasing his speed as though his whole life depended on it. Well, for a fact, that was the idea. He felt like his whole life was dwindling in his eyes. He got to the end of the hallway and found that there was nothing in his way but a tall and thick wall. There was no way he was going to break through the wall and smash it into pieces. "What the hell! Why is there no door at the end of this hallway?" He was really confused and worried. He knew for a fact that there was no going back in the direction he had come from. There was a reason he had ran away from that room. What if he was right? What if this people were tricking him to believe that they wouldn't end up harming him? What if they were only looking for a way to make terrible things happen to him but are disguising it as though it was something rather special. "Where is he? Where did he go?" De
Stephen was pacing the foyer to and fro. His head was hot and aching! He was in distress. His entire body was almost in a lock down. At this point, it felt like a part of his body had shut down. Suddenly, he felt an adrenaline surge course through his body. He walked directly to the table and kicked it. The glass table shattered into shards. He walked to another corner of the foyer and broke a few other things. He smashed the TV and continued to cause a havoc until he came to a pause. No matter how much damages he was causing, he realised that his rage didn't subside. It only felt like he was causing himself some financial mischief. Of which he didn't really care about. When he came to a pause, a new idea popped up in his mind. The idea was strange but fresh. His eyes lit up. It would seem like the common phrase that fly around people's lips, 'There's a light at the end of the tunnel'This new thought that he had seemed like the light he has been waiting for at the end of this lon