"Cory is not at home." Anna replied sternly, not wanting to step out of the way. Havill's chuckle was quite weird, but he had a way to make it seem neutral. He couldn't take his gaze from the face of Anna. The small smile was idling in the curve of his lips. "You don't worry about that. He will be here soon. In fact, I have no idea why he is not here yet." Havill kept his face warm as he addressed Anna. "Who is that, Anna, and what does he want?" A second voice was heard coming from inside the penthouse. "You have a visitor?" Havill wanted to poke his head inside to check out who the other lady was. Elaine was making her way towards the door. "Don't bother coming, I can handle this." Anna called back at Elaine without necessarily turning her head to look at her. Havill wanted to see who the new lady was, but since Anna would not avail him the opportunity, he didn't push. He didn't want his intentions to be obvious. Otherwise, things might go south in the blink of an eye. "I ca
As soon as Cory said those words, he walked away from Havill. He headed straight to Havill's car and got in. He drove off. Havill was rolling on the floor, crying. He was in deep pain. From the joint where his thigh met the leg, the part of the leg that was connected to the foot was useless. That part of his leg was dangling as though there was nothing holding it. He couldn't even dare to move it. While his thigh was positioned sideways, the other part was backward and dangling. If Havill tried to move an inch, he would inflict more pain on himself. He was on a highway. All the cars that were passing were going at a high velocity. This location was a hanging bridge. Nobody would want to stop for a second on a hanging bridge. Cory must have thought out this action carefully before deciding to carry it out. Havill, on the other hand, didn't know how to help himself. He tried to support the useless part of his leg with his hand. Perhaps he would be able to get up, but instead, he ha
Cory didn't know when he burst out laughing. He couldn't hold it in. He couldn't hold himself back. He had laughed before he could tell how bad it was. When he realised that the laugh might have struck a wrong code with Shieley, it was already too late. He just noticed that Sheiley's face had changed. He didn't know what to make of it yet. She had been standing at his front, staring deep into his eyes. But at this moment, she had broken the gaze and dropped her head. She looked sad and weak. She turned away from him and returned to her seat. Cory remained standing where he was. He didn't know what to do at this moment. He was clueless. He didn't know what to expect either. He wasn't looking at her yet until he noticed that she had placed her head on the table. He still wouldn't move. It would seem as though he was trying to understand what was really happening. Suddenly, he realised that her arms were heaving in a way. He started to walk closer to her this time. He wanted to b
Earlier, when Sheiley had professed her love for him, Cory had laughed because of how preposterous she sounded. But right now, he didn't even know how to react. He didn't know which reaction would be the best to choose. If there was a little bit of information in his head, he might be able to get an idea of what to do next. But his blank head remained blank for the next few seconds. All he could tell was that Sheiley's lips kept running over his, smoothly and tenderly. She was kissing him with every urgency and affection he had ever gotten from her in the past. Cory's head that was blank suddenly was flooded by a lot of information. At this moment, he didn't know which to hold on to or which to throw away. The information was too much that he should have had a headache at that point. But the dopamine being released by the kiss countered the foul reaction. All of a sudden, he got a grip and held her up, pushing her face away from his. "What the hell, Sheiley!!! Have you lost your
Cory felt groundless. His gaze had moved away towards the leaving couple, yet he didn't feel any urge to hurt them anymore. He should beat them to death for causing him trouble and framing him, but he decided to let the foul feeling go. He shut his eyes. There was something else bothering him. There was something else that made him feel very disappointed. He could see Sheiley and Harry on their way out of the restaurant laughing. Eventually, they had left. Cory remained at the spot where he was. He didn't make a move. He didn't think it was necessary either. He sighed heavily. "Excuse me, sir." A sudden voice said next to him. He turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was one of the ladies who worked in the restaurant. "You've been standing here for quite a while. If you would love to make a reservation, please let me know. Otherwise, I'm afraid that I'll ask you to leave immediately." The lady said firmly yet politely. Cory didn't find a reason to be vexed at the lady. S
When Cory pulled over, there was a man standing at the entrance of the hotel. The man looked to be in his early forties, but he had a finer posture, and his frame was very bold. His presence was quite imposing, and his aura was graceful altogether. Although his gaze was solemn, he was looking from one angle to the other. There was curiosity running from one corner of his face to the other. He looked to be waiting to meet someone. Or perhaps he was expecting someone. When the man turned to the left and saw Cory, his face brightened, and he started to hurry towards Cory. When he got to Cory, he almost broke his neck as he bowed to the earth before him. "Don't be so weird, you fool! How can you bow like that?" Cory felt a little bit embarrassed by the manner at which the man was bowing to him. "Get up." Cory snapped. "Please let me remain like his. It's been forever since you called me. You asked me never to check on you or even trail you. How could I not be worried? And now that I
This felt like a simulation of a sort. It made absolutely no sense. Not even to Cory himself. He knew that he was mad. He was mad at the waiter who had knocked his phone off his hand and made it shatter almost into pieces. No one would be happy after something like that had happened. But even in the foul mood he had been plunged into, he could never have imagined killing someone out of it. Hence, why he was mute for the next few seconds. He really wanted to process what was happening at that moment, but he really couldn't place it. There were a lot of things to be worried about right now. There were a lot of things he had to sort out, yet he couldn't clear his head. A few of the worries revolved around what had just grown out of his arm. How did it happen? Neither the system nor the supreme god had ever told him that he was capable of doing something like this. He could never have imagined that he could transform his arm into a tentacle, let alone use it to behead someone. What t
"Boss?" Stephen asked, but the call had been dropped. Stephen just stared at the phone. He didn't know what to do at first. "Which airport?" He thought. He could count about forty-five airports in Emerald City. Which of them does he have to go? There are only five nearest airports from Viocot. In which of the airports could Cory be?Also, what the hell was Cory doing at an airport?! Stephen wished he could find answers to his questions. He redailed Cory's number. "Please answer the call. At least tell me which airport. Please, I beg of you boss." It would seem as though Cory could hear him from there. The call didn't go through. Cory would not answer even when it did go through. After a few seconds,[Ding! Utland airport.]When the message came in, Stephen couldn't have been any more grateful. He quickly climbed into his Lamborghini Urus and drove off. He was certain that in the next ten minutes, he would get there. Even if it meant that he would have the cops tailing him. Wel