The atmosphere in the foyer of the Havill family was still hostile. Although the members of the family were not saying a lot, it was very obvious in their expressions that they were dying to get something done. All eyes were on the middle-aged man who had promised to call General Trent and ask him of the favor. The man had his phone in his hand, looking away from it momentarily as though he was finding it difficult to come to a conclusion. "You've already called him twice." A lady said, calling the attention of the man. "Do you think it's wise to call him again?" As soon as the lady finished talking, there was a outbreak of murmurs. It would seem as though they had all been waiting for someone to severe the silence for them all to pounce on. "She's right. We cannot continue to bother the General over something that we could find an alternative for. The General is a very short tempered person. What if he gets irked by our calls and take his anger out on us?" "I'm worried about tha
Dexter's uncle was fidgeting as soon as the call connected. The family members couldn't believe this either. They couldn't have imagined in their wildest dreams that the mythical General Trent would answer their call. They all knew what the deceased patriach of the family used to go through before he would be lucky to get an audience with the General. The uncle lost his voice after those few words that he had said. He was still caught in the shock of the moment. As soon as he got a grip of himself again, he quickly put the call on speaker so that the rest of the family could hear. "I-- I didn't know what to --""Condolence on the death of your father, boy." The hoarse and deep voice of the General filled the air. Everyone in the hall could feel the weight of the General's words on their shoulders. "I wish it could have gone any differently." The General continued. "But you realise, every debt has to be paid. Even the dead will agree."The man who had put the call through was so
Slade was seated, leaning into a gaming chair. The room was lit up with fluffy blue lightings. His gaze was fixed to the large screen in front of him. There were virtual characters moving around on the screen as he actively pressed the PS 5 pad in his hand. [Ding! Mission completed.] The screen chimed and he heaved a sigh of relief. He had been playing this for a while now, at least about thirty minutes ago since the General left. He looked away from the screen, tilting his head up, as he took a glance at the 3D ocean-view ceiling. He had decided to play some video games in order to distract himself, but right now, it didn't look as useful as it should be. Although he had enjoyed himself playing the theft auto game, yet his mind continually wandered off the moment. The same thing had just happened. Bringing down everyone who once hurt his family was his life goal! He had always looked forward to a day like this. A day when he would kick off the killing spree of those who kille
"Huh?" Dexter looked extremely flabbergasted by what Slade had just said. When he had accused Slade, he had thought that Slade would deny the accusations and decide to leave at once to avoid being questioned further. If that had happened, Dexter had prepared so many other means to get the answer out of Slade. He had gone to the extreme length of hiring some thugs to make Slade talk, but the thugs were in hide at the moment. But right now, Slade had easily answered his question without even a need for pressing or urging!Dexter was not prepared for something like this. He didn't know what else to do at this point. This situation was moving too fast than he had anticipated. "You look pale. Why do you look so surprised?" Slade continued, a scoff blowing through his nostrils."You didn't think I would be able to pull it off if I were the one?" Slade asked, continously teasing the poor guy. Dexter was too flustered to speak, but his eyes attested to everything that Slade was saying.
The shadowy figure retained its spot for the next few moments. It neither budged nor advanced. Slade remained in the jacuzzi as well. "Do you have any last words?" The voice said, quick and quickening. "You're a lady." Slade deduced from her voice. "Tell me, who put you up to this?"There was a lace of concern lurking in the voice of Slade. It was more like he was worried for the lady.The lady stepped forward into the light. The gentle rays of chandelier lit up half her face to reveal lips coated in red lipsticks. She had high cheekbones, and her face was sculpted in grace. She was quite a beauty to behold. "I'll take those as your last words." The lady decided, making the final move towards Slade. Before Slade could even react, the lady had leaped off her position, suspended her body in the air, and came diving towards Slade in the jacuzzi."A hug?" Slade grunted in displeasure as he suddenly disappeared from the jacuzzi. Splash!!! The lady dropped heavily into the foamy water,
Vixton drove into the garage of the Langley villa. He pulled over and picked up his phone. He didn't pass the night at home last night. It was very early in the morning. It was 6am. He had to quickly get inside before his father would realise that he slept out. Although he wasn't a kid, who needed to report himself, anymore. Yet, since he was still responsible to his father and hasn't been acknowledged as the new patriach of the Langley family, then he had no choice but to abide by basic rules. He didn't step out of the car as he continously stared at his phone as though he was expecting something. He started to tap the steering wheel gently, using that as an aid for his thoughts. All of a sudden, his phone started to ring. Without looking at the caller, he answered the call at once. "How did it go?" He asked. "I'm not sure. I've not heard from her since last night either." The voice on the other end said. "What the hell." Vixton got annoyed as he pulled the phone away to look
Vixton's scream was so loud that every member of the Langley family was woken up by the pitch. Everyone came running towards his room to see what could have triggered such a scream. "This little..." Chairman Langley cursed as he pushed the door open. The man was preparing to leave for an important meeting. He was already at the door about to step out when the scream had come. "Why did you scream like a bitch!!!" He stomped in, striding towards his son. He saw Vixton standing like a mannequin, staring towards the bed blankly. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you deaf? Can't you talk?" His father scolded, standing next to him. "Do you need a slap first? Or what the hell are you staring at so closely?!" The Chairman couldn't understand why he was talking to his son, but the latter kept staring. He felt an impulsiveness to hit his son to his senses, but somehow his attention shifted when someone called his attention,"Sir. What's that on the bed? Is that a lady?" "Why is she
Slade walked into a convenience store. He walked straight to one of the shelves to picked what he needed. He picked a few things and went to pay for it. He had made sure to withdraw a lot of cash which he had stacked at home. He couldn't go around with the purple card everytime setting the alarm off by the amount. As he walked out of the store, he heard some high-school students saying something that picked his interest. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, pretending to be doing something else, whereas he was eavesdropping. "Did you see the news yet?" One of the high schoolers said to the others."Who hasn't? It's all over the internet. In fact, I'm sick of it already.""Joke! What's there to be sick of? The Havill family is willing to give out five hundred thousand dollars to whoever has a concrete lead on the location of the masked guy."Slade gasped when he heard the amount of the bounty. He couldn't have thought that one day he would become such a hot cake that would be wid