THE LOST PRINCE RETURN FOR VENGANCE

Chapter 4 The Revelation.

What did you want, Scorpion asked, as she heard him ask. His voice surprised her so much that she clutched the phone to her ear while her heart raced.

"Can not you talk?" he inquired. Do you no longer have voice? considering that he was not hearing back from her.

You will regret calling this number or meddling in my life in the future, he said, hanging up the phone. Pay close attention.

His voice sounded so scary that she started to get scared.

She lowered her phone slowly, as if it were moving slowly.

"This is very serious," she told herself.

Shouting, "Am screwed," she tossed her phone aside.

She sobbed as she told herself, "I have lost my money without getting what I want." Wiping her tears with hope, she told herself, "I will go with option number two."

Shaking her head, "Am I really Scarlett the Great? am coming for you, Scandalous? watch an see," she tildherself, laughing.

Being taught by a disciplined man that helping people should be one of his priorities, Scandious has been assisting Mr. Williams with his work even though he did not ask him to.

He told him, "I will be right back."

Williams, who wants him by his side after realizing how simple the work is with his assistance, asked, "Where are you going?"

I believe we have spent an hour doing this work, which is scandalous considering that I usually spend three hours on it if I can count.

He said, "Please, I still need your help. I am not ready to do this work alone."

Scandalous retorted, "I will not take long," and hurried off.

There was silence all around him when he entered the house.

What is going on?

I hope everything is good even though Scarlett is nowhere to be found. I have never seen this house so quiet.

His concern is for his safety, whatever it may be.

"I think I understand now."

He concluded that they had left.

He said, "Have this," offering Me Williams a glass of juice, which he gladly accepted and sipped from his pale, cold juice.

You are really smart to have brought this up without my asking; keep it up, I am impressed, he said.

Mr. cleared his throat, enjoying the experience, and carried on with his work, taking in all that Scandalous was teaching him.

How are you aware of all of these things? All Scandalous could say was, "I did not learn it," in response to his abrupt question, "You are acting like an expert."

Scandalous realized something was not right when she saw how absorbed he was in his laptop screen.

Mr. Williams answered, "You made a mistake," indicating where he had omitted. He took the mouse and clicked on a place gently, and in a matter of minutes, he was finished.

Right now? Shaken by his sudden speed, Mr. Williams repeated.

He gently instructed him on how to approach this kind of project the next time.

Mr. Williams was admiring Scandalous during this time because he was teaching.

I am glad to have him as my slave because he is wise, industrious, submissive, and knows when to do things.

I would love for him to be my son because, despite his struggles and hard work, he always had a happy smile on his face.

He was startled back to reality when he sensed that Scandalous, who had been phoning him for some time, had tapped him.

He was forced to tap him in order to bring him back to reality. "Sorry, I was a little lost," he apologized.

He falls on his knees and begs, "No, I should be the one apologizing for touching you. I am sorry, I promise it will not happen again."

Mr. Williams responded, "Well, that should not be enough of a reason for you to kneel. Get up." He attempted to assist Scandalous in standing up, but Scandalous retreated.

Mrs. Williams decides to go see her friend since she thinks she can get answers to some of her questions—like why Scandalous ran away and other things—now that she can not find him.

After searching the house without success, she had come to assume that he had fled. She thought it was more likely that he had run an errand.

She got dressed and got into her car, but not before yelling obscenities at the gate man to open the gate and reminding him of his poverty.

Her only friend from secondary school is Mrs. Dan, and their bond was strengthened by sharing a home.

Because they share similar characters, they are able to understand each other more than anybody else.

Based on their actions, one could refer to them as sisters. Despite Mrs. Dan divorcing her husband on the grounds that she desired a life of freedom, they still share secrets.

There are commonalities between the two friends.

She was able to live worry-free thanks to her connections and wealth.

Mrs. Dan told her to settle in while she knew I was running upstairs.

Muttering angrily, "Look how young she looks old because of that man who called himself my husband," Mrs. Williams said.

He had not driven continuously for hours at this point.

"Where did you say we are heading?" You are taking me somewhere I do not understand. We have been driving for hours. As she continued to drive like she was in a race, Mrs. Williams questioned who could not keep quiet.

That should not be enough justification for you to kill me in the name of driving; I have my family to live for. Even though my husband is a pain in the neck. Please leave me here, but feel free to die if you would like. She said, looking out the car window with seriousness, "I will find my way."

When she did not respond, she pulled out her phone and began to type.

With a scornful look from Mrs. Williams, Mrs. Dan remarked, "Calm down, we are not going to die. Have you forgotten that I am a skilled driver."

It surprised me that you mentioned, expert, "when our lives are at risk." She yelled angrily.

Life is unique; simply let me go so I can return, or did you bring me here with the intention of killing me?

She stops the car when she hears that.

Mrs. Williams said angrily as she got out of the car, "I can see you are not alright."

Why am I speaking this way when you know that I drive quickly? When she told Mrs. Dan that, she seemed a little disappointed. You can not expect me to watch you kill me because you are driving, my dear. Take it or leave it. Ms. Williams made her decision.

Mrs. Williams made the decision to take control of the situation because she did not want to go through what had happened a short while ago—she nearly had a heart attack.

She said, "I can not die now," and crossed the car to the other side.

What is your intended length of stay? Mrs. Williams told Mrs. Dan, who was staring at her bewildered, "I am leaving you; maybe you might fly this time or something more."

She opened the door slowly and sat down, perplexed by her behavior.

She said, fastening her seat belt, "You can drive," per Mrs. Williams' advice.

After a few minutes of driving, they entered the garage, which is filled with a variety of ostentatious car brands.

Looking around at the lovely surroundings, Mrs. Williams muttered, "I like this place."

Mrs. Dan informed me that she was going inside, so am I leaving you behind?

They received a glass of wine to go with their meal as soon as they sat down.

While sipping their drinks and talking through their issues, Mrs. Williams did not hold back in expressing how uncomfortable she felt with her husband present.

A man asked, eyeing Mrs. Williams seductively, "Can I join you guys?" Seeing that they were hesitant to respond, he said, "I only want to keep you guys company, nothing else but if you do not want to, no issue I will gladly walk away."

Mrs. Dan said as she looked at him, "You can sit."

She was envious of him as she stared at him, his voice sounding melodious to her ears and his dress making her want him.

The man said, "Much appreciated," and took a seat with his wineglass.

Mrs. Williams was not blind to the fact that he had his eyes all over her while they were drinking.

She turned to leave and said, "I will be right back. I feel awkward with his presence."

Is she your friend, he asked as soon as she left, gazing at her lustfully. "Yes," Mrs. Dan said, "and married with kids too?"

Could you please give me her phone number? He inquired, to which she responded and took his phone. She handed him his phone and said, "Here."

Much obliged, he shot back.