"Is anything the problem?" Adair heard Collette ask. He smiled and shook his head. "Of course not." "Collette, whose money are we coming to spend? Are you sure it isn't yours?" Layla continued whining as the family of four walked into Kings Hotel. At that moment, Jordan arrived at the rooftop of the building next to Kings Hotel. There, there was a woman in a red dress leisurely looking down. "You shouldn't be here." Jordan scoffed, taking cautious steps towards her. "Jordan Hale. I've been meaning to meet you." The woman chuckled, ignoring his harsh words. "You're the last person I want to see." Jordan said icily. "Watch your tone, young man. No matter what, I'm still the mother of your master." She scoffed. "Martha Huxley, do you have no shame calling yourself his mother despite hunting him for as long as you've existed?" "What can I say? He did kill my children, his siblings and it's only right that he reunites with them soon. I'm doing him a favor." Martha muttered with a
"Lord Adair!" Jordan called out again, sweeping the place with his eyes while breathing heavily. His words were slurred as the effect of the vervain Martha had injected into him had kicked in. Hence, the two women didn't hear what he said but Benjamin who was sitting rather close to the door looked him over.Wasn't this Jordan Hale? A brigadier general in the army? Is he also one of Adair's men? One of his vampires?Collette, who recognized him, sprang up on her feet when he fell to the floor with a loud thud, struggling to keep his eyes open. "Mr. Hale, what do I do?" She asked anxiously, moving closer to him. Jordan clenched his jaw as he held the hem of her top tightly, "Take my phone and call a number saved as DFA. They'd answer immediately and when they do, tell them who you are and what happened to me…" Anxiously, she placed a finger underneath his nose to make sure he was breathing. Afterward, she took out his phone. Even though his words were slurred, Collette made out a
"Oh, come on, Zane. I was just teasing y'all. If I really wanted Collette dead she'd be dead. You know that, don't you?" Martha scoffed, stretching her body. A gust of wind blew into the room almost immediately and there was Adair, breathing heavily, his hands, body and face covered in blood. His eyes anxiously swept across the room in search of Collette. When his eyes collided with hers, he breathed out a sigh of relief and relaxed. However, he couldn't help noticing the fear in her eyes and the sound of her racing heart. "Don't worry, I did nothing to her. We just had a brief chat before your men rudely interrupted." Martha snickered, her face stretching into a smile. "But you should've at least cleaned up after murdering that poor waiter in the restroom." Adair clenched his jaw tightly as he slipped both hands into his pockets. "I thought you were dead." "Why? You wanted me dead?" Martha mused in amusement. "That would've been better." "Now, Adair, that's not the right way
In a penthouse, Adair angrily pushed things on the floor in the penthouse's study. By the time he calmed down, the whole room had become a big mess.Jordan, Zane and Iris stood before him with their heads lowered to the floor. They would shiver when Adair broke anything. "It's my fault. I put Collette in danger." Iris grimaced, gulping down nervously. "If I hadn't been so busy I would've known when Martha came into Crest Ville with her men." The words were yet to roll off her to give fully when a gust of wind blew past her and something crashed behind her. She cringed, digging her nails into her arms, but refrained from looking up. This was the Adair she knew. He stayed far away from Crest Ville because he couldn't bear his murderous self being around innocent humans. He had a hard time keeping his murderous aura in check until when she found him a year ago as the husband of Collette. "Forgive me, Lord Adair." She completed her plea by falling on her knees. "Get up!" She heard h
Silverton CountyBrilliance Corporations, one of the companies owned by the Maron family. In the large conference room with dozens of chairs lined on both sides of the table were men and women clad in official business suits. They seemed to be aggrieved as they pointed at something on their tablets to the one seated on the chair meant for the president of the company. Aster, who had on a sharp red suit, her hair down and a file on the table with her head lowered on it, turned the pages, paying a deaf ear to their words. Her action angered the elderly men who claimed she was being insolent! "Your father has been the president of this company for years and something like this has never happened! Why is it that the company is about to be ruined in your hands?" "Nothing good can come from a girl child running a company! They should stick to being subordinates and helping hands to the males!" "Hey! Watch your language or you'll have it out with me? What nonsense do you mean by that?
Crest Ville Zane stopped his car before a bubbling bar. It was ten minutes past midnight and as expected, the place was bubbling with those who made a living from it and others who were just jobless, in search of the temporary enjoyment the place had to offer even though they'd be milked dry of their hard earned money. "Even a vile person like me finds it repulsing to be here." Zane huffed in exhaustion, alighting from the car. He slipped his keys into his pocket and walked into the club. It was his fifth day stalking the scoundrel called Kelvin. Zane thought he was just as annoying as his name sounded. "Bourbon please." Zane called out to the bartender whilst getting comfortable on one of the chairs stationed round the bar. The bartender got to work immediately and delivered the requested drink seconds later. Zane took it to his lips and drank from it, his eyes roaming the entire room in search of Kelvin."Looking for me?" He heard and swiftly turned around. Standing behind h
"Which department are you from?" Mercy asked Iris with a frown. Iris raised her eyes and shot the latter a warning look. Something in her eyes made Mercy go quiet as she watched Iris lower her head before Adair again. Adair on the other hand didn't acknowledge her as he kept on stomping on the captain leisurely. After a long time, he finally stopped and took two steps backward. Slipping both hands into his pocket, he glanced up at Iris with a dark smile and ordered. "Fire them all." Only then did something in everyone's head snap. Fire them all? They thought he was bluffing when they all felt their phones vibrate in their pocket. They took it out and much to their surprise, they realized the company had fired them without remorse. With bulging eyes, they all fell on their knees in front of Iris. "We- had no idea Collette Huxley was related to you, ma'am. In fact, we had no idea you were acquainted with her husband!" One of them cried out. Adair had long walked out with a stiff
In a penthouse "Mother!" Kelvin yelled happily as he walked into the house. Martha stood in front of the wine cabinet, pouring herself a glass of wine. "I can hear you even if you whisper, Kelvin." The woman sighed with a smile, taking the glass to her lips. The man grinned as he stopped in front of her, "I can't stop doing that." "You look excited. What is it?" Martha asked, dropping down her glass. "I'm just over the roof thinking of the look on Adair's face when I kill his men." Kelvin chuckled, reaching out to pour himself a drink as well. Martha merely smiled and took another sip from her glass. "How did you deal with Zane? Jordan has been following me around for a while now." "Adair must've put them up to it. I'm sure of it." Kelvin cackled, finding the action adorable. "As for Zane, I made my presence known to him. I bet he's feeling defeated because he didn't carry out his task well." Martha was about to say something when the phone beside her rang. She dropped the gla