Jason had no idea why he was extra emotional as he watched his kids leave with Celia. Maybe because they had no idea that their “vacation” with their grandma was unlike any other that had been made without thinking of what being in the middle of a scandal would do to them. Whoever was behind this had better wish that Jason didn’t lay his hands on them, because their punishment was going to be slow and painful. Jason’s thoughts went to Don again as they had been for days now but he still couldn’t ascertain that he was really behind all this. His men still had no news about Don and Bastion had not got back to him yet. Which means there was no news yet. “No news means good news, right?” Jason thought as he went back into the house. Yet, in this case, he couldn’t really say it with all confidence that this lack of news was a good one. He felt uneasy about not knowing for sure where the next missile might be launched from. At him. His family. Or his company. He updated his people at Celi
Heinrich’s discharge from the hospital was a thing of joy for Jason but he couldn’t postpone his trip to Japan anymore. He was getting worried that Millicent was still not picking up her call yet. It was already over twenty-four hours that she had left. Jason didn’t want to have to bother Heinrich’s delicate health with what was going on in his own life. He had ordered the caretakers with Heinrich to ensure that he did not set his eyes on any newspaper or broadcast that had to do with the scandals. Though Heinrich was fit enough to be discharged, he was still on shaky grounds and Jason was sceptical about just having the caregivers with him at his manor. Especially since the housekeeper had been sent packing after it was discovered that she knew about the fact that the gardener helped to conceal Aria's presence in the manor without saying anything. He would have preferred to have someone else there with th caregivers to handle things and take care of Heinrich as a family would. He wa
Jason arrived in Japan late that afternoon. The worry he had tried to keep in check had eventually metamorphosed into anger. He was boiling with it when he landed in Tokyo, Japan. The first thing he did after he told the pilot to be on standby was to try Millicent’s number again. Still going straight to voicemail. Why would she keep on ignoring his call? He wondered. Jason was starting to believe that he had made a very big mistake by giving her the twenty-four hours she had asked for. If he had immediately come to Tokyo when he found that note, or at least sent the Deadly Duo after her, then he would already have her home by now. “Not telling me that you are pregnant and now this?! Taking off without any protection in the midst of everything? Oh, you went too far, Mils” Jason thought. And he intended to tell her just that. He just needed to find her first. When his car came around, he dismissed the driver assigned to him and took over the wheels of the electric blue Toyota GR Supr
Millicent was far from fine.She gingerly opened her eyes and shut it tightly as that singular act seemed to set off an army of little people doing acrobatic in her head. Her head was pounding with excruciating pain. "What happened to me?" her groggy mind tried to compute as she slowly opened her eyes again. She blinked up painfully at the patterned pop ceiling in confusion. Something was not right. She instantly remember why. The meeting! She was supposed to be meeting up with Victoria, not sleeping in her hotel room.Hoping she was not late yet, she intended to get off the bed immediately. She yelped as biting pain and restraint held her back. But her yelp only came out as a muffled sound.Millicent's eyes widened as her brain finally seemed to catch up with the sensation in her body. She turned her head to see what had held her back. And she screamed again. Yeah, still only a muffled sound.Millicent was tied spread-eagled on her bed and her mouth was duck-taped too. Since her at
"I will see you again, friend," Bastion said as he shook Jason's hands. By then I can assure you that Rat Raf would have paid by then. He has one more thing to pay for now. Taking me away from my baby at this time" He said before he entered the car, which one of his flannel-shirt-dressed men opened for him. "Wait, Bastion has a baby? Or does he mean his woman?" Jason thought randomly as he headed towards his car. Then he scoffed at himself as he thought "And you care because?" He shook his head at himself. "What matter is that Raf would pay" "Then I would be able to get rid of this unnecessary anxiety for life," he said aloud as he pressed the button on his keypad to unlock his car. Bastion didn't check the list of how many mafia lords looked and acted. For example, his men were always dressed in casual wears, looking like laidback, regular guys, until you see them in action, of course. Which had happened when a drunk had gotten too close to their table in the deli where they met.
Millicent shuddered uncontrollably as Khan Maal trailed her body, from the neckline of her blue chiffon top to the edge of her suit skirt, with the wicked-looking knife in his hand. He laughed horribly as she quivered in fright. The look on his face wasn’t one that one could have attached to the affable-looking, richest man in Japan. “He took everything from me! That little nothing!” he yelled, then he inhaled deeply and smiled at her again. “Now, I will take everything that mattered from him. Starting with you” Then he tilted his head aside as if a thought occurred to him, then he said “Actually, you are not the first, but you will be a painful addition” When Millicent’s whimper increased and her eyes widened as he moved closer to the bed slowly, he only laughed more. She tossed her head from one side to the other, wishing he would just let her talk at least before he carry out whatever horrible act he intended to carry out on her. Her wish was unexpectedly granted when he suddenl
“Lemonade please” Anastasia requested the moment they got to the restaurant and a waiter came to them. “What?” she asked with an innocent smile when Liam gave her a weird look. “Lemonade? Seriously? In a spot like this?” he asked. “Call me weird but lemonade has always been my pick-me-up drink when I am tired, sad or even doing a pity party” she returned unapologetically. “Hmm, you are full of surprises, Ana” Liam said with an appreciative look. "But I am sure that you won’t get “lemon aide” at a place like this. They will be expecting the ladies to ask for wine, you know. Not…sorry to say, kiddies drinks” “Then they don’t deserve all the hype” Anastasia responded. Then she turned to the waiter “Is that true?” “Actually…” the waiter started sheepishly “I am sure I can get you that” the waiter said. "Would you like to order your meal now?” “No, thank you. I will do that after I have my drink” she responded. “Right. Lemonade” the waiter repeated. Then he looked at Liam “What can
“You will be sorry if your delay cost me something vital!” Jason said as he rushed out of the hotel elevator that took him to the floor where the room number was. He was sweating profusely and he looked harried, unlike his normal cool, collected self. A woman rushed after him, just as anxious as he looked. “Sir, I am only trying to let you know that it is against the hotel’s rule to just divulge our customer’s details or let you go to their room just like that. Please come to my office and we can discuss…” Jason ignored her and tried to open the door of STE 22. It was locked. He looked back at the manager of Mongolia Hotels, who was looking at him anxiously. “Sir, why not call…” “Are you sure she is still in?” Jason asked one of the staff who followed their manager up with Jason to the suite. The staff looked at the manager, then sharply nodded at Jason. “She got back this afternoon when I just resumed my shift and I haven’t seen her since,” he said hastily. “Sir, I still think…