"You shouldn't bother." Slade quickly stepped in, stopping Lord JK.Lord JK still had his phone to his ear, expecting the call to be answered any moment from then. He looked quite angry at Slade when Slade told him not to bother. What was Slade thinking saying something like that. "Please hang the call." Slade urged. "Hello?" A hoarse voice was heard on the other end of the phone. Lord JK was boiling at this point. He was wishing so bad to let it all out at the person on the other end of the phone. "Is anyone there?" The voice came again. Lord JK threw his phone out of rage and it crashed against the first contact, splitting in different directions. "I'm sorry for not letting you do that, but you need to understand me." Slade continued. This time, Lord JK'S face slowly began to soften. "This is my fight. And I don't want it to escalate." Slade was choosing his words as he let them roll out one after the other. "I have a plan in place. And I won't stop until after I have dest
"Dad!!!" Candyce exclaimed as soon as her father said those words. Her cheeks had turned so red that it would seem like they were made of crimson. "Am I that ugly?" Slade turned to Candyce, seeing that her reaction was so randomly but fiesty. Candyce's gaze shifted to Slade with the speed of light. "Of course not! What are you talking about? You're like the hottest guy I've ever see---" Candyce suddenly choked on the words. She didn't know what just got over her that made her say all those things she had just said. "Oh shit!" She covered her face and ran into her room. She was blushing really hard. Those mushy comments she had made about Slade were supposed to remain in her mind. Slade was not suppose to find out. Right now, how was she supposed to face Slade when next they meet?Slade smiled as he watched her go. "So cute." He mumbled, seeing how she had just acted like a doll. Lord JK was also smiling softly as he watched all this happen. If he had a son-in-law like Slade w
Slade was moved to the depth of his being as he stared at her. There were tears rolling from his eyes as he swallowed, letting all the emotions out. "It was you wasn't it?" He asked softly, trying to create a conversation, yet not wanting to wake her up. "The Poppings that called the cops the night of the evil occurrence. It was you."Slade had been thinking about it ever since David mentioned those words. There was no other person whom he knew by that name. In fact, he was the one who gave Mamita that name long ago. It was a dull evening and they were playing on the lawn. Slade ran to a young and extremely pretty lady who was sitting on a reclining chair by the pool. There was a tablet in his hand. "Look at her. She looks like you." Young Slade had said, pointing at a lady's picture on the tablet. "Oh, Slade. Don't flatter me." The lady had chuckled, blushing a little when she saw the person in the picture. "No. She looks like you. I'm very sure." Young Slade had innocently ar
Slade was clueless as he stood there. There was nothing he could relate this situation to. In fact, he had no idea from where these man came. While he was shopping for the clothes, he didn't see any of them around. Thinking about it closely, Slade realised that when he entered into the boutique, there was no one at the door. There was no security man!This makes Slade even more stunned to see the men! Did they spawn out of thin air? There was no telling. All he could worry about was what was happening! Why did the alarm system of the boutique suddenly go off? Why are these men surrounding him?"Step aside sir." A feminine voice was heard. Slade turned to see the sales rep walking out of the counter. She was approaching Slade. She was a tall lady with long legs and nice curves. Slade shouldn't be bothered about what she looked like. He already had enough on his plate. "Can you please tell me what is happening?" Slade asked, still standing where he was. Even if he was to step asi
Slade just sat staring at the man. This would be the first time ever that he would hear something like this. The alarm system of a company trips off because of a card? Because of the amount that a card holds?Alarms were usually connected to serious situations in companies, like for example when there is a case of robbery or theft!Slade couldn't help but wonder right now. If this store trips its alarm off over a card, then what would happen if there's a real calamity, like robbery or fire?Would the whole building be glowing red? Slade couldn't begin to imagine. "You see, sir, there's a math working here. If a card can hold fifty thousand dollars. Then the owner of the card at least has two hundred thousand in their savings. That's the rule here according to TBOP.""In few words, your card seems to exceed a hundred million dollars value and the machine couldn't process the payment." The manager paused for a moment. At this point, his face changed a little bit. There seemed to be s
Candyce was offended by what that man had just said. The man who had referred to her as one of Slade's mistresses. "Look at his dress. It looked like the same dress that man from the Nyther-Rim video wore." Another person added. "Could he be the boss that the internet has been talking about?""Do you mean the boss of Lord JK?" "I mean that would make sense. Giving the fact that his card tripped the alarm off."The clientele continued to argue over the same bone of contention. Candyce on the other hand was not willing to let this slide. She wanted lash out back at the man who had referred to her as an option!Slade also heard what the man had said. He also knew that Candyce was a kind of person who would react immediately if she feel in a way about something. She wasn't the type to hold her emotions back. "Hey!" Candyce called at the man who had said such a thing about her. She was going to turn around when she felt a strong arm around her waist. She shivered at the firm touch t
"I told you not to turn around." Slade scolded, but Candyce didn't break the gaze. Her eyes remained glued to Slade's chest. When Slade saw her reaction, he slowly looked down at his own chest. There were at least five long scars that were inter-connected across his chest. These scars used to be gores that were filled with flesh over the course of time. When Candyce saw this, she couldn't help but be scared and terrified. What could have happened to Slade that left so many scars all over his chest?She slowly started to reach her hand out. She was scared but curious. Slade didn't stop her. He realised that she was already too smitten to be pulled back. The tip of her finger touch the first crack in his skin. She shuddered when she registered the touch. Slowly, she gained some confidence and began to trace her finger through the hollow of that scar till she got to the T-junction of scars on his chest. She gasped. She lifted her gaze to look at him. His eyes were dark and cold. H
A stem of rage shot up inside Candyce as soon as she heard the voice. There were two major reasons why she was getting so mad. The first was because she had just heard the voice of a lady. As if that was not enough, the lady had proceeded to use endearing words and remarks to address Slade. She started to think of who the caller could be. The caller had just talked about some party. She could recall vividly that she and Slade were on their way to a birthday party! Could the organiser of this party be calling Slade?Could it really be the perfume girl? Candyce was having a hard time coming to terms with her thoughts. If the perfume girl was actually calling Slade, what does that go to prove? Could it be that Slade is in a relationship with someone else? Could Slade really be a two-timer? Was he planning on playing her?Candyce had a lot of thoughts flying from one corner of her brain to the other. "Don't give me cold shoulders, sweetie. It's been a day or two since the last incide