Devons Manor Adair and Jordan walked to the entrance of the manor only to realize there was a doorman checking invites. "I do have different invites which were sent to all of my multiple identities." Jordan uttered, holding up his phone which displayed a page of one of the invites in his email."Does that mean I should have one too?" Adair asked, taking out his phone. Jordan sighed when he caught sight of Adair's phone. "Lord Adair, why are you yet to get another phone? I can give you mine then get another as soon as we leave here." "Other than the cracks here and there, there's nothing particularly wrong with my phone." Adair argued. "Other than the fact it's extremely displeasing to the eyes, some apps might not function properly in it." Jordan brought to his notice. Adair said nothing in reply as he scrolled through his phone. "They did send one to me." Adair mumbled in surprise, finding the invitation sitting pretty in his spam. "How did they get my email?" "They have sour
The guests who saw Henry's body also gasped and stepped backward. Trevor glanced at Adair in fright. Did Adair really kill Henry Devon? The golden son of Ian Devon? The heir to the Devon Empire who people mistake for a god? There was no doubt Adair would die in this place. As that thought surfaced in Trevor's mind, he took two steps backward, but that didn't stop his mouth from running. "The Pitt's have nothing to do with Adair Huxley and his wife! Do to him whatever you deem fit!" Trevor yelled, outrightly denouncing Adair and Collette without shame. "Is he the one who married Collette Pitt?" Silas asked, taking two steps forward. Trevor nodded vigorously, "He's the one. And she no longer bears the last name Pitt after breaking off the engagement with Henry. We kicked her out of the family because of the shame and disgrace she brought us." "How dare a good-for-nothing kill my son!" Silas thundered, the veins on his forehead protruding. "Henry Devon was a molester. He molested
"Adair, I just forwarded your resume to Aster's dad. You might not be able to get a good job, but I heard he pays every one of his workers a fair amount." Collette mumbled as she sat in front of her computer. "Whatever you say, wife." Adair smiled. Collette returned the smile . "By the way, I did hear some whispering that Iris Dame is in search of business-minded men and women. Don't you think you should apply?" He suggested. "There are a lot of talented and far more competent people who'd apply for the job as well. It'll be a waste of time to attend." She sighed. "I think you should apply as well. You should apply in person. You never know what might happen. Perhap, you might even be opportuned to see the legendary Iris Dame in person." Adair whispered, like he was telling her a secret. Collette's hand on her mouse tightened, excitement flashing in her eyes. She tried not to look affected by it as she continued scrolling through her computer, but Adair clearly saw she wasn't a
"Adair Huxley, you bastard! How dare you threaten me!" Aster yelled as she rushed out of her car. "Stop screaming profanities, Miss Maron. This is a school. You can stay in the car if you have nothing better to say." Adair warned. Aster balled her hands tightly into a fist, but did as he said by going silent. "You should stop your habit of balling your hands into a fist whenever you're angry. It irritates me when people show their anger, but do nothing about it." Adair said after a minute. "Why would I try to hit the man who is capable of bankrupting the Marons? That'll be very foolish of me." Aster replied indignantly. "I'm not talking about me. I'm talking about the fact Henry openly challenged you and all you did was put up a show. He practically pushed you out of the way and you stayed out of the way. I think I'll have a talk with Jordan Hale for keeping someone as weak as you in the army." "Jordan is one of your men, isn't he? I won't be surprised if you have Iris Dame in y
Aster slammed her leg down on the brakes just in time. She got out of the car anxiously only to realize she didn't run into the child. A man had his back to the car and from how close he was to the car, she had every reason to believe he was the one who was hit. "I'm really sorry. I swear I didn't see him." Aster babbled worriedly. Halsey peeked outside the window only to find the side profile of the man familiar. "Adair?" She called out and the man turned to look at her. "He's the one who introduced himself to be your friend yesterday. I think Jordan called Kendall." "Is that so?" Adair pretended to be surprised as he took a closer look at Kendall. "You're right. I didn't even find him familiar. Halsey has gotten a lot better." Halsey giggled and covered her eyes with her hands. Adair's smile faded when he returned his attention back to the scene. His eyes settled on the little boy of about 8 years old. From the way he clung onto Kendall, one would know he was frightened out o
The list of people waiting outside the office was quite long. Collette pushed her head out and viewed the people that waited in line before her."Number 27!" The office assistant called out.A lady sprung up. She adjusted her skirt and walked in. Almost immediately, number 26 cried her way out.Everyone began murmuring. The rumors turned out to be true. The company was indeed strict about their employees. They didn't just pick someone who is inexperienced. No one knew who was conducting the interview, but they speculated he or she was brutal in judging as more people failed.Collette's eyes followed each applicant as they walked into the elevator. "I wonder who the interviewer is." She mumbled to herself."I heard she's very strict." Someone whispered into her left ear. She almost shrieked when she realized he was standing directly behind her. He had nerdy glasses on. He had sprinkles at the edge of his mouth. The type one got after finishing a box of donuts. "I see." Was Collette
It took Collette a whole minute to process Evelyn's words. Then she laughed, "What?"Evelyn saw the disbelief on her face and frowned. "You think I'm joking? Well, guess what, the media won't find it difficult to believe when I tell them?" "Adair isn't gay." Collette scoffed, "I know you hate us, but you shouldn't come up with such claims. It's really demeaning of the Pitt's." "Claims?" Evelyn hissed, "Do you really think yourselves that important? Why would I make up claims regarding someone like him in the first place?" "I don't know. Maybe it's because you've not gotten any movie role in the past few months or you're just choosing to bully me like you've always wanted." Collette tutted and stepped closer to Evelyn, "What do you guys want from me? I disgraced the family and I accepted the shame that came with it." "You're thinking too much if you think you have something worthy of capturing the Pitt's family interest. And stop whining about how you were kicked out of the family b
Layla stayed in her friend's house playing mahjong with a group of women. She was quite happy since she won most of the time. "What's your trick today, Layla? You won so many times." One of the women laughed sincerely. Layla shrugged and said proudly, "I've been playing mahjong since I was a little girl." "We've all been playing since we were children and we've been winning as well. It's really surprising you beat all four of us." The second woman who Layla didn't know butted in. "Layla is a pro at this. She's always playing it, hence, she knows how to win in any situation." Layla's friend, Susan Watts, thought she should add. "That reminds me, Layla. We heard your son-in-law, Adair Huxley, won Crystal Palace while playing the lottery. A lot of people said the estate manager personally delivered the keys to him, but I doubt that. Or did your son-in-law turn out to be from a wealthy family?" The first woman asked, diverting from the game. Layla, who was taking her time to stuff th