Kohler's parents had accepted her in and while they were trying to be on her good side because they knew they were the ones who pushed her to get married to someone else twice, both men turned out to be jerks.She was in her room, leaning on the headboard, thinking of how she wanted to start a new life as it felt like it had been destroyed, and there was no urge to continue with anything.Suddenly, her phone vibrated and she glanced at it but was not in the mood to do anything about it.“Not like there's anyone special in my life. No investors, no man, no child.” She uttered in bitterness.Just when she wanted to turn to the other side of her bed, her phone beeped again.Her curiosity wouldn't let her be this time. So, she reached out to her phone and clicked on the message she got from an unknown number._*Let's meet up at Delicacy Restaurant. There is something important we need to talk about.*_Kohler became curious and thought about it for a while. Then she texted back._*Who are
On the other hand, Quincy was in his car, leaning his back against the back seat.“We're almost there,” Scott informed him and Quincy let out a sigh.His mind drifted back to when he was on a call with Mr. Daniel.~flashback~“I kind of have an event to attend by that time. Is there a way you can kindly make some time for me soon?” Quincy requested politely.“I'm afraid I can't, Mr. Anderson. Well, I'm sure you'll be fine, with or without my information. Have a nice day.”“Wait. Hold on, Mr. Daniel.” Quincy said, but heard the constant beeping of his phone which showed that Mr. Daniel had hung up.“Shit!” He cursed sharply.“What's going on, Quincy?” Lauren asked, looking concerned.Quincy found it difficult to speak because anger filled his heart. It was annoying that the man didn't consider other people's feelings or whatever they were doing.Somehow, he wished he hadn't come down to his car to check whose car had run into the wall that night.~back to reality~I sighed again, stari
“Alright, so what impression did I make of you?” Quincy asked, playing along.“Well, you made a really…. good one.” She chuckled and gulped down the remnant of the wine in her glass.Quincy smiled as well, also feeling relieved that it wasn't something he had to worry about.“Well, I'm glad to hear that. By the way, how long have you known Mr. Prescott?” Quincy asked, hoping to get any extra information from anyone.“It's been over a year now.”“And… how has working with him been?” “I have never been able to strike a deal with him actually, and that's because of just one thing.”“What's that?” Quincy asked, getting more curious.“We've never been on the same clock. When he is ready for some collaborations which would also need my major involvement, I might have been very busy and it sometimes goes the other way round.”“Oh, I see. I'm sorry about that. So, why do you think you were invited?”“The same reason you were. I came because I wanted to see the world he has in mind to create.
As Quincy and Kenzy left the elevator, they got back to the hall and it seemed like as if everything was as they left it; including everyone.“Uhm… Mind if we can grab a drink?” Kenzy asked, with a smile.“Thanks for the offer, Kenzie,” Quincy said, then walked a little distance from her.He had had enough of wandering with her. He needed to focus on the reason he was here and wasting his time with her would only make space for regrets.He picked up a glass of wine and looked around as he sipped it, then he dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone to reach out to Scott.“How's it going in the car?”“A little boring though. How's the event going? They haven't started anything yet, I guess.”“No, they haven't. But I'm guessing they should start soon, though. Did anything suspicious happen outside?”“No. Just the normal thing. Checking people and allowing them in.”“I see. Alright then. Talk to you later. The atmosphere has changed. Seems Mr. Prescott will be coming up s
“Sir, we need you to duck!” The man raised his voice and Quincy bent down immediately only to hear the sound of a gunshot.The man had pulled the trigger but on who?Quincy turned to look back and saw someone lying flat on the ground and a few guards ran towards him.“Sir, he could have used you as a hostage.” The man who pulled the trigger informed him politely.“Who is he?” Quincy asked as he rose to his feet, still in shock.“He's just an antagonist. He promised to come here to destroy things, so Mr. Prescott already gave us an order to watch out for him.” He said to Quincy.Quincy looked closely at the man who was shot and he didn't look anything like anyone he knew. What was even more shocking was that he had a gun and could have gotten rid of him.“Well, thanks for saving my life.” Quincy appreciated him and then he saw Scott coming from a distant place. Quincy walked up to him briskly, wondering where he had gone so that he didn't answer his calls. “Where exactly have you bee
“Why are some people after your lives? About two people have threatened me to take your life. If you want to see me for more details, we can meet at Sky Blue Restaurant. I’ll be reserving the rooftop for us to talk in private.”Quincy wondered if it was true or if she was just looking for a way to get him to see her. But then, from how much he knew about her, he didn’t think he was someone who would fake that information just to get him to see her.“Is anything wrong?” Lauren asked, noticing his change of mood.Quincy slid his phone back into his pocket and looked up at her.“No. Not really.” He said, acting like he wasn’t there anymore.“But you are looking disturbed. Are you sure you aren’t keeping anything that I should know, from me?”Quincy then sighed placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into his eyes.“I should sue you for caring too much. Well, there is nothing wrong. But I might have to see her like you advised, or she may never stop sending messages.” He said to her,
Quincy was horrified by the sight of the dark veins previously concealed by Kohler's sleeves. They scattered across her arm like cobwebs, and her arm was so pale and sheet white that Quincy could bet that if he used a knife to slit her arm, no blood would come out. How could anyone be so wicked?What was she to do? Wait, why was she bearing it? She ought to have done something about it.“And the antidote?” Quincy asked, looking at Kohler. Her large eyes glistened, and she pulled up a little smile, although Quincy could tell it was a hundred percent fake.“The doctors can't even identify the poison, not to talk of its antidote. I've been taking different drugs daily, but I feel worse. They're not working, and it feels like I'm abusing those drugs. They're working together with the poison to kill me. I'm hopeless.” Kohler kept her smile on, and Quincy's heart broke.“No, don't say that.”“At least I'm going to see Eunice.” She gave a bitter laugh and looked at Quincy. “I just needed to
Quincy was very worried when Kohler said that, and the call ended immediately after her words. If she ended up dying, he was going to term it as his fault because it was because of him that she was poisoned.He got outside to his car, and then got in and started the car. Quincy was trying his best to stay calm. He knew how fast poisons were, so he was aware that there was a possibility that it could have gotten really serious before he would get there.Then he put a call through to Scott while on his way to Alexander’s home.“Scott, please help me get through to a personal doctor right this instant. One who can handle poisons. I’ll send an address to you and I want you to tell him to hurry to the address immediately.”“Alright. I’ll be waiting.” Scott said, referring to the address.Quincy hung up and typed out Alexander’s address, then he increased his speed, although, still within the speed limit, and he was lucky enough not to encounter any traffic congestion or issues.Soon, he go