Chapter Fifty FiveWith a glass cup of whiskey in his right hand. He kept his gaze fixed on her. She snaked her arms to the pole sluttishly, her waist moving in a sensual manner. With the fact that her face is covered, her body still aroused Logan and others immensely.."Sapphire.” The male seated on a cushion, with eyes fixed on the girl called out to his personal bodyguard."Yes my Lord,” The husky looking female answered in her deep manly voice. Doesn’t look like her a female at all."Call me Kingsley.” He ordered still feasting his eyes all over her..her lips were parted making him more and more absorbed in her appearance. The female guard went away to carry out his boss’s order.Her shape is one of a kind to him, and her eyes...he's never seen anyone with a pair of red eyes before, and looking this dazing. "L... Lord Logan?" Kingsley bowed in respect, standing feet away from the man. He took a sip from his glass cup before standing up. He watched her for a while before diverting
Chapter Fifty SixMael clasped his palm, the sound of his single clap plummeting the silence that swept the room right after Joe’s indirect confession. He had confessed to knowing about Mael’s survivor, and was even informed of his life following the aftermath of the tragic incident. Now he won’t be able to defend himself, there’s nothing he can say to his favor.“Did you just confessed to knowing about my whereabouts?” Mael voiced, his brows drawn close in false disbelief. “You even kept tabs.” Mael added in a chuckle. “Else, how would you know about my greedy good for nothing family? And that is just so right, they’re indeed greedy and good for nothing,” he nodded, in accordance to his words. “I’d work tirelessly to satisfy their never ending demands, yet it wasn’t enough.” Mael sighed, blowing out an heavy breath. “But that’s not the topic, the actual topic is you standing guilty of my accusations. You can’t plead your innocence so instead, focus on telling us why exactly you d
Chapter Fifty Seven Mael scouted around the organization till it was time for the council members meeting, which all respected committees are expected to meet and discuss possible growth of the organization. Mael knew where the discussion is usually held and conducted, at the conference hall right at the building’s west wing. It was the perfect event to take down Joe since he had politely request him to step down and he refused, now he’s bound for whatever coming for him next. Mael waited for some minutes deep into the meeting before pushing the door open, gracing the crowd with his presence. Gazes flew off balance, landing on him with gasps immediately following the silence that dominated after his appearance. Joe from where he sat at the middle fumed instantly, bared at Mael’s presence. He looked over at the two guards standing above him, giving them the signal to go throw Mael out. They nodded instantly, walking towards Mael to carry out the instruction. “I can assure
Chapter One Mael stood by one of the booths in the restaurant he works for, wiping on the wooden counter with a stainless napkin when a middle aged man came from his behind. “You’ve been cleaning this table for the past how many minutes now and you’re yet to finish?” He filed out in a scolding tone, morphing a frustrated look with his hands coming to rest on the sides of his waist.The couple occupying the booth vacated nothing less than a minute ago, and he was instantly sent to clean it up. That he obliged and was already getting rebuked.“I’m sorry, Mr Smith.” Mael apologized politely with a head nod, wiping the table a little faster. “You should be the one apologizing to him old man.” A woman spoke up, seated on a chair with his legs crossed in front of Mael. She had the booth gripped for her presence. Mr smith glanced at her, a bit taken aback by her words. She sure wasn’t talking to him or meddling in an affair that doesn’t implore her concern. “Excuse me?” He batted his la
Chapter Two Mael arrived at the city bank, stepping out of the cab that aided his transportation after settling his bill. The card flipped within his palm, he glanced down at it and at the enormous building in front of him. He leaped into motion, approaching the entrance, quite focused he wasn’t conscious of his surroundings. He strode briefly in a hurried pace, arriving at the gate his gaze collapsed on a familiar figure beside a strange one. He halted on his tracks, blinking his eyes to be sure of who he saw and he wasn’t dreaming. It was his wife, she walked with a strange man cracking a wide smile to whatever the man was telling her. They soon neared the gate and caught the paled gaze of Mael assessing them. The glee within her eyes instantly faded as she turned sour at the sight of Mael. “What are you doing here?” Blair asked, eyeing him from the tip of his scalp straight to the end of his toe in a disgusted look. Mael scoffed inwardly, getting over the harsh reality of her
Chapter ThreeMael sat down in a muted silence, observing the hustling process of the bank when a beautiful slender woman walked up to him. Her presence webbed his attention when a tender voice whispered an “Hi!” To his ears. Mael turned to her, smitten by the friendly smile on her face and her welcoming expression. “Good afternoon, I’m-““Apologies for intrusion in your statement Sir, but whatever it is you are here for should not be discussed here in such a prominent section. Follow me, permit me to take you to a much more solitary area.” She spewed with such politeness and respect, her palms a gesture to her words. Mael shot to his feet, his huge frame instantly dominating hers. He could hear her stifled hummed at his height and size before turning around, leading them away from the section. She took him into an elevator that climbed up to the first floor, both spilling out to a more serene room with stellar designs and exquisite views. Mael was walked into an office, and the
Chapter FourMael enjoyed the look of stupefaction gracing Mr Smith’s face. The once jeering man now had his muscles drained and face soured at the cold statement sentenced by the restaurant’s manager. Mael savored the scene, eyes tending to Mr Smith as he whirled to face their manager, his expression bearing a quizzical reference.“Mr Helms. What warranted that statement?” He questioned in the most polite way possible. “I apologize for whatever mistake I might have made or trouble I may have caused, but please- I implore you greatly to take your sentence back.” His palm clasped together, falling to his knees as he appealed the man’s attention. Steve who believed the manager dwelled currently in a foul mood, and a bit insecure to his contribution in minor losses of the restaurant deemed the manager pulled out records and was removing the unfits. The supervisor was clearly the proof, he swirled towards Mael. Gripping on his arms, aiming to pull him away from the scene strutting the
Chapter FiveMael definitely wasn’t expecting the fit of laughter bursting through his friend moment after his utterance, his eyes were closed with mouth widely parted as he cackled out loud. A palm rubbing on his stomach. Mael seemed a bit mortified, befuddled on what got him reacting like that. “That’s one expensive joke, Mael.” He spoke in between his laughters, the chortling beginning to die down after awhile as he resumed a better stance. Mael frowned, he couldn’t believe the whole outburst was just a bodily response to his suggestion. “It’s a what if, not a joke.” He corrected, evident in his tone how much offended he was. “You can’t be for real, Mael. There’s no way that is not a joke,” he countered, the tittering yet to died out his face. “I mean exactly where were you planning to lend two million dollars and give to me or lend to me, if you wouldn’t even borrow it, where did you plan to see it. You can cut out the serious act now, I know you were joking and I’m humorous e