"What do you—Ah!" Henry's question was cut short when Zane really broke his hands. Zane suddenly felt a frightening heat at the back of his head and refrained from proceeding. He straightened up, arranged his collar and turned around. However, he noticed the horrified look in their eyes and sighed. "What? You'd agree with me they were bad guys." He said, trying to justify themselves. "They were still humans and didn't deserve to die." Jared said in a low tone from where he sat. "They only looked like humans. They had lost every bit of humanity in them. And were becoming professional killing machines. It was only a matter of time before they went berserk." "Stop trying to justify the fact you just killed more than a dozen humans. You are a murderer." Aster said with a tight frown. Zane looked towards her direction and scoffed, "You're a lieutenant. If your superior tells you to shoot someone who has murdered a lot of people and is currently on the run, would you?" "Yes, I would
Imperial Middle School Earlier that day "I heard you're on scholarship. And it's quite depressing to breathe in the same air with someone like you." A boy of 13, scoffed, walking towards Halsey. School had closed for the day and Halsey was currently on her way out of the school when this boy cornered her to mock her. She shrank her neck back in fright, glancing at them fearfully. "Is she dumb? Why isn't she saying anything?" One of the bullies asked, reaching out to poke Halsey on her shoulder. "Don't touch her. Who knows the disease you'll contract by that singular act?" The leader uttered in disgust. The other boy who still had his hand outstretched, nodded and withdrew his hand, "You're definitely right, Dylan. She must have different contagious diseases running through her veins." The one called Dylan smiled proudly. Folding his hands underneath his chest, he called out, "Hey! Listen to me carefully." However, Halsey didn't raise her eyes to look at him. This angered him,
Kings Hotel Steven was in a conference meeting in his office when an urgent knock sounded on his door. Without waiting to be ushered in, his assistant opened the door and walked in with a panicked look. "There's something wrong, Mr. Wright." She informed. The look on her face told him the matter was really urgent. So he rescheduled another time for the meeting and got off his laptop. "What is it?" He asked, putting on his suit jacket. "The Secret Police are downstairs. And they've taken out more than a dozen dead bodies from a room." "Dead bodies?" Steven grimaced, rushing out of his office. He rushed down to the supposed room, but was stopped by one of the Secret Police who stood in front of the door. "Hello, I'm Steven Wright, manager of this hotel. May I know what's going on?" "What happend in there has nothing to do with Kings Hotel, rest assured. And I'll advice you to return back to your office and pay a blind eye to this." The officer admonished. "I need to know who die
Collette's eyes shot open as she gasped for air. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead as she tried to get her bearings. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she struggled to understand what was happening.As she looked around, she saw that she was in her bedroom, and Adair was sleeping on the couch.. She tried to calm down, telling herself that it was just a dream. But then, the memory hit her like a ton of bricks. She remembered being grabbed and thrown into a van by two scary-looking men.Collette's body shook as she started to cry. The fear and panic she had experienced during the course of the kidnap had taken a big toll on her.. Her cries succeeded in waking Adair who immediately got off the chair and strode towards her. "It's fine. Those bad men have been apprehended by the police." Adair consoled, pulling her into his arms. "So it wasn't a dream? I was really kidnapped outside Kings Hotel." She croaked tearfully. "Kings Hotel has apologized for it. They offered us a m
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