Bryan got into the car with Claire but his hands were still clenched into fists and his jaw was ticking. Claire could see in fury in his eyes even as they drove off. The bag of money was still on her lap and she had tons of questions for her husband but somehow she couldn't just get the words out. "Are you okay?" He asked her as they made a sharp turn and parked in front of their home. Claire nodded. She was more than fine, she was also surprised. "I'm okay," she replied meekly. Bryan swore under his breath and mumbled something she couldn't quite grab. "Bryan, really, I'm okay," she replied with a smile. "Did he hurt you? I'm sorry I couldn't protect you properly from that sonofabitch," he said worriedly, his eyes scanned over her body with angry eyes. Bryan was so upset that the beast dared ro lay a hand on his wife. "Will you stop worrying? No one hurt me," she said and stretched to hold his hands which were clenched on the steering. She tried to ease it off slowly and then pla
"Mum! You won't believe anything good I say concerning Bryan?" Claire asked, disheartened. Freda waved her off, "You should consider yourself lucky that you weren't harassed by the ruthless mafia, then that useless husband of yours wouldn't have been able to save you," she snapped. Claire sighed, realizing that it was pointless to try convincing her mother of what had happened at Scar's residence when it was becoming all clear that she would never see a thing good about Bryan. "Hurry up, you should change into something nice and get ready to meet Louis and his friends, they are the ones who made Mark Ogiv come to your rescue and you owe them appreciation," she ordered quickly and nudged her into her room. "Mother, she doesn't have to go anywhere," Bryan said as he walked down to them on the front porch. Freda turned to him with a deep frown on her face, "I don't remember inviting you here, Bryan, not after putting my only daughter in danger!" She snapped. "Claire is my wife and I
At the sight of general Benjamin bowing to him, the guards were confused and they all stepped back. The lady whispered, "Are they both mad?" "How dare you ask if the general is mad? You have crossed the line this time!" One of the guards snapped and slapped her across the cheek. Benjamin rose and turned to the men at the gate, "Quickly, open the gate and let the master through, I will deal with your incompetence later!" He ordered. The men, afraid of his wrath all hurried to open the gate and apologized as Bryan drove in. "I want them all fired, they don't deserve to be employed. They would simply take the words of a lowly lady rather than investigate for themselves, pathetic!" He snapped. Benjamin hurriedly said he will do as he has just instructed and make sure the securities no longer worked for the estate. His home was a lovely one and a butler received him from the entrance and they both stepped in. "Welcome to my humble home," he said and led Bryan inside. Quickly, he order
Freda sat in the backseat of the Benz that drove down slowly into the urban district. Claire was right beside her and she didn't look pleased at all. "Mum, why must I go and do my hair? I just got this done for the banquet and it cost a small fortune," she complained with a small pout. "You're always too concerned about money, Claire and that's because your husband has left us freaking impoverished!" She snapped and leaned on the window, rolling her eyes. Claire was mute on that, she could tell that the very mention of Bryan alone always put her mother in a bad mood. There was nothing he could do to ever prove himself to her mother. "You have to look good and show up for your date with Arnold," Freda announced just as they arrived at the spa. "Date?" Claire asked, her eyes bulging. She knew there was no way in hell her mother was talking about a date with her husband, then who could it be? "Yes, that's what I said, a date," her mother replied stiffly and opened the door, stepping
Mae and Juliet couldn't believe their ears or eyes as they saw what was happening right before them. "Bryan? The retard?" Mae asked in shock.Juliet looked through the bags again just to make sure that they weren't fake. But after perusing it for a few minutes, she couldn't deny that they were all authentic designer brands. The men ordered them to leave at once else they would have to refund for the exclusive booking. Since the spa had been paid a very heavy sum, they couldn't afford to lose it so they quickly sent Mae and Juliet off, apologizing as they did. Freda was surprised as they were finally left alone. "If you need anything, just let us know, your husband has paid fully for all our services," the attendant said with a smile as she walked away, "We're sorry for any inconveniences that the other customers might have caused you, ma'am." "What did I just witness?" Freda asked and turned to Claire with a confused face. "I don't know mother, I'm as shocked as you are," she repli
The guard looked at Bryan thoroughly, he didn't recognize him as any important man in the city. He'd never been to any of the functions that lord Derek often organized and so he didn't believe that Bryan had anything to offer the lord. "You're not welcome here, this place isn't for nobodies," the guard replied sternly. Bryan flipped open the suitcase at once and pulled out the document that contained a very important railway contract that the lord had been dying to get a hold of. "Your master runs a construction company and he's been vying for this contract from the governor for a very long time, I can help him get it," Bryan replied. The guard took the contract from him and looked at it with a frown on his face. He didn't know that the lord was looking for anything concerning a railway construction and so he believed that Bryan was just trying to boast. Angrily, he tore apart the documents and flung it in his face. "Get out of here before we throw you out, dude!" He snapped. Brya
The head of the Gudling family stood, staring at Bryan oddly. He was yet to look at the paper on husband's but he could already tell that it would be much like signing a deal with the freaking devil. Flipping through the papers, he looked at the button space where his signature was to be filled in. He saw the name of the Gudling family at the bottom and right beside that was the Oscar family emblem. "What?!" He snapped at once and the papers fell off his hands, handing on the floor in sheets. "All they want is a partnership, it doesn't matter how long, we can make the contract on your terms," Bryan tried to explain. Derek's eyes were wide as saucers as he glared at Bryan. "Did Maxwell and his useless cohorts put you up to this?!" He asked angrily. "Maxwell doesn't know that I'm here," Bryan replied and Derek shook his head vehemently. "Oh, I highly doubt that. Let me guess, he's sent all the members of the family and I now know their pathetic faces so he's decided to send someone
Mia rushed to the door but Bryan had already slammed it shut and he didn't open no matter how much she knocked. "Come on, Bryan, please, my mum is the one that invited him over, it had nothing to do with me. Please open the door," she begged. "Your food will get cold, go back and entertain your guest," he replied coldly. Mia sighed and went back to the dining room. Freda was still smiling at their guest as she served him a new bottle of wine from their latest stock. "Can I speak with you, mum?" Claire asked as nicely as she could. Freda looked at her oddly and then excused herself from the table. "I'll be back, Arnold, please help yourself to the wine," she said with a wide smile and went off with Claire.In the hallway, Claire turned to her mother with a deep frown on her face. "Mum, I told you this was a bad idea, I told you Bryan would be back any moment and he shouldn't see that," she said.Freda rolled her eyes, "I don't know if you've lost your memory Claire, but this is my hou
When he arrived at Freda's house, he could hear raised voices from inside. He stormed in to find Claire and Freda in a heated argument."Get out of here, Bryan," Freda snapped. "This is between me and my daughter."Bryan stood his ground. "I know everything, Freda. There's no need to hide it anymore."Claire turned to him, eyes wide with shock and fear. "Bryan, please don't bring it up. If Grandfather Maxwell finds out what I've done..."Bryan took a deep breath, his resolve strengthening. "I'll confront the situation, Claire."Freda laughed derisively, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can convince Maxwell to forgive her? She’ll always be under my control."Bryan's eyes blazed with determination. "We'll see about that at the family gathering this weekend."Freda's expression turned from contempt to anger. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, Bryan. Claire made her choices, and now she has to live with them."Bryan stepped closer, his voice low and fierce. "She m
That night, Bryan woke up with a jerk. The cold sweat on his forehead same as the ice creeping down his spine. He had just had the weirdest dream. Or was it a dream? He couldn't tell. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool wooden floor beneath his feet. He needed water, something to qunwch his dry throat that felt like parchment paper. Yawning, he padded softly with bare feet to the kitchen, he moved through the darkened hallway, the silence of the night making his soft footfalls resound. The house was as dark as his thoughts. Speaking of thoughts, Bryan hadn't been able to keep his mind blank since the incident with Jenkins. Neither had he been able to wrap his head around all that the old man had told him. But somehow it made perfect sense. The odd stares, the way his aunt hated him but somehow loved his brother, it all made sense somehow. As he reached the kitchen, he flipped on the light and blinked against the sudden brightness. He headed for the cabinet
Bryan drove like the devil was on his tail, arriving at the classic bar Jenkins had picked out for their meeting. It was a beautiful garden bar just outside of town. As Bryan killed the engine, he pulled on his coat and baseball cap, trying his best at disguise before stepping into the place.**The garden bar was indeed a fitting spot for Jenkins, considering his love for flowers. Just as Bryan looked to the left, he saw the old man's hand guiding him to a corner table. Bryan walked over and shook his head in disbelief."I was hoping you only sounded different, but you look different too," Bryan said.Jenkins was dressed in a thick fur coat and a hat. He nursed a cup of coffee with his gloved hands."Sit down, boy. I have to be quick," Jenkins said.Bryan noticed that gone was Jenkins' stammering and broken words. He spoke fluently now, almost as if nothing had ever been wrong with him. Bryan sat down, looking at him curiously."You're running out of time. Your brother and uncle have
Bryan staggered back a little, struggling to process the jarring change in Jenkins’ voice. The old man he had known was frail, his voice barely rising above a whisper. Yet, the voice on the phone now was strong and assertive, unrecognizable as Jenkins'. He glanced around, half-expecting to see the old man materialize in front of him, but there was nothing—just the lingering sound of his own breathing and the hum of the city around him."Jenkins?" Bryan asked again, his voice edged with uncertainty. He wanted to be sure he wasn’t speaking to someone else, someone who had somehow gotten hold of Jenkins’ phone. His skepticism was palpable, though he hoped it wasn’t the case.“It’s me, Bryan. You said I should call you right? You did give me your card,” the voice on the line said. Bryan could almost hear the confidence emanating from the speaker. It was a tone of authority that starkly contrasted with the frailty he had grown accustomed to.“You sound different,” Bryan said, his laugh com
After a few minutes of driving through the busy streets of the city, he went easy on the brakes as he turned to the quiet suburban area. Peterson was always one for his space and privacy and perhaps one could say that he was the most secretive member of the team. When he arrived at Peterson's place, he met with his son, Chad just as he rang the doorbell and the maid allowed him in. “Hey, boy." Bryan said as he stepped into the house. Chad looked at him oddly and then for a second, recognition flashed in his eyes and he stepped aside. “Mr Bryan," he said with a thin voice. Bryan gave him a slight nod and moved into the living room, taking the plush seat that he was offered. “We weren't expecting such an important guest," Chad said with a smile that was obviously as fake as the Picasso painting on the wall. “I never planned to pay the visit either,” Bryan replied. Chad was eager to show him around and also asked to serve him breakfast and a cup of coffee. But Bryan was already gett
Bryan quickly tried to regain composure from the information that had just shaken him. If someone else was the supreme warlord, then it meant that the council had convened to terminate his own title and somehow found someone else worthy of such ordination. "Last time I checked, there was no one who could even compete with me. No one was worth being the supreme master, talk more of the supreme warlord. Had they suddenly dropped their standard?" He asked out loud but to no one in particular.He couldn't believe it. He was the best, the greatest, the supreme. No one could match his skills, his strategy, his leadership. He was the one who had been chosen, who had been destined for greatness.Who could even replace him? Who was worthy of such a title, the supreme warlord? Bryan snickered, wondering who could even stand behind him, he was second to none. There was no one he could think of that was even half the man he was. All his generals needed a lesson on night and courage. They couldn't
Bryan was already seething with hot wrath. How could his general even think that he'd want to hear about any territory and political bullshit when all he was trying to do was aimed at giving his life meaning? For a second, he felt stupid for even picking the call in the first place. It didn't make any sense to talk about the territory when his mind kept playing back to Uncle William's words and that of Josiah. “Hello, are you there?" Ben's voice came through the speaker, dragging him from his intense thoughts. “Stop!" He snapped suddenly, without any warning. “I've had enough of this bullshit!" He said with a fierce look. "Come up, what are you talking about!” Ben asked as his voice rose. Bryan told him that he had no interest in talking politics. He was sick and tired or running in circles. “What I need right now is a fucking compass! I need someone, something, anything, to take me to where my past is. I want to know what I am, who I am, what went wrong,” he bit out, "Not some pol
The next day, Benjamin called Bryan as early as daybreak. Bryan was still sleepy when he heard his phone ring and he rolled out of bed to grab it. "Hey, Ben, you're waking me up rather early, what's up?" He asked, his voice groggy with sleep.Benjamin first apologized for calling him up so early and asked how his previous day had gone. Bryan sighed, wondering how he could possibly recount his day to his friend. It was one hell of a year and it left him sour. "That's a long story, Ben. I don't think I want to talk about it," he replied, rubbing his eyes.Ben laughed and told him that he knew he'd gone home and he could guess that it wasn't such an easy day since his brother wasn't the most friendly person. Bryan scoffed, calling his brother unfriendly and was just trying to coat it up. Josiah was outrightly harsh, he was everything that someone would never want his own brother to do. "That's falling far from the mark," Bryan said, his voice laced with sarcasm.Ben sighed, telling him he
Jenkins laughed again, the sound a little too shrill and mechanical. "You can't choose your family, Bryan. They're stuck with you, no matter what."Bryan's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "I don't want to talk about my family, Jenkins. Can you let it go?!” He asked with a harsh tone. But for a second, he couldn't help feeling pity for him. Once again, he was clearly not mentally well and it showed. "Have you been taking your medications?" He asked with a low tone, his worry evident.Jenkins scratched his head, his eyes clouding over. "Yeah, they said life can't be the same again. I guess this is what they mean. Everyone thinks I'm insane," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.Bryan's eyes bulged, he couldn't believe that he'd just made the man feel bad. "I didn't mean that at all, I was just trying to make sure that you're fine," he said, his voice softening.The old man smiled and waved him off. "Yeah, you don't have to say it, I can see it in your eyes," he replied,