A few minutes later, Derek was in the backseat of the car with Bryan right beside him. He didn't say a word as his eyes focused on the road. He was dressed in a tight leather shirt and trousers. Both seemed to be bulletproof but Bryan wasn't so sure. "I'm glad you know that we might be in danger," he said and Derek raised a brow at him, "Why do you think I know that?" He asked. "Because of your dress up," Bryan replied and the old man looked down at his outfit again with a fond smile. "Ironically, my daughter bought this pair for me a few years back when she went to Spain," he replied, his eyes cast far off as if he was relishing the memory. "Don't worry, she will be fine, we will bring her back, I promise," Bryan assured him. Derek nodded but it was quite clear from the look on his face that he didn't believe in what he said. "Come on, don't tell me you've given up on your daughter already, lord Derek," Bryan said, trying to motivate him. "What do you think? It's not very easy try
The Bentley sped through the street like it was chasing down the hounds of hell. Bryan and Derek sat in the backseat of the vehicle as the driver sped down the road right after it. "You have to be careful so he doesn't know that he's being followed," Bryan warned. The driver slowed down to a decent speed as the car continued to roll down the road after the Bentley. "You know I'm too old for this bullshit, right?" Derek asked Bryan who was looking ahead to the road intently. He turned to stare at him with a gaze, "What do you mean?" He asked a little absentmindedly, his mind still focused on the road ahead. "Come on, don't play dumb with me, boy. You damn well know what I'm talking about. That car, who's in there?" He asked plainly. Bryan shrugged, he didn't want to mess up the lord's mood by telling him that his captive was behind the kidnap of his lovely daughter. He could already imagine how he would feel about that. Maybe anger, maybe disappointment, but either way it was su
Derek stepped out of the elevator and hurried across the hall, his footsteps rather loud and resounding. Bryan had to stop him as he stepped out of the elevator too. "Sir, we have to be careful if we want to get your daughter back in one piece," he said. Derek sighed and slowed down, turning to look at him with a cold stare. "My daughter is in there and she is possibly frightened to death, I am sick and tired of this game! Get her out of here at once!" He snapped. Bryan looked at the old man, he could understand his frustration but he needed him to calm down so they wouldn't end up messing up the entire plan. "My source tells me that she is holed up right here on the top floor. We should be able to find her soon," he replied. "Fine!" Derek sneered in frustration and looked around the lathe hotel. "What do we do?" He asked. Bryan pulled out his phone and was able to connect with one of the insiders he had in the hotel, "Sure, we're heading there at once," he replied to the person
The sounds of the men inside were gradually muffled by the soundproof door. Derek was almost going berserk and Bryan had to keep him in check. "What's the deal? Are you going to run in there and bring her out yourself?" He asked. Bryan tried to restrain the lord and advise them to listen and find out what was going on. "My men will be here any moment from now," he assured. Soon, the men walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. Bryan once again tried to hold Derek back but he couldn't be stopped, he skipped out from behind the tank, and in a matter of seconds, he grabbed Henry by the wrist and as he turned to face him, Derek delivered a punch to his face. The much younger man, reacting upon being assaulted, didn't waste a second in throwing a counter punch himself and suddenly, the two almost broke out in a fight. The thug who was with Henry tried to interfere and gang up on Derek but Bryan was faster and he moved in to stop them. He threw a punch at the man and push
Derek and Henry looked at each other intently for the next few minutes. They both had their faces contorted into a mask of hurt and anger. "You think there's a way to get out of this other than behind bars?" Bryan asked as he looked at the man and his thug. Both of them were already getting desperate, that they were wrapping onto anything that could get them out of the mess that they were already so soaked up in. "Shut the fuck up, man! This is a freaking family issue!" Henry snapped and the guard also growled at Bryan, trying to shut him up. Derek still has his eyes fixed on Henry but he kept glancing at his daughter who was in the thug's hold, her head lulled back to the side. "Why the fuck aren't your men here?" Derek asked suddenly and with frustration. He'd been waiting for the men to storm into the place so he could take his daughter out of the hold of the hands of both men. "You are bringing men here?" Henry asked angrily and the man who had Dagma trapped held on to her t
Dagma and Derek walked out of the hotels heavily guarded by the army men that Bryan had brought. Henry was handcuffed and dragged out of the premises and his thug was even in worse shape. "I don't want the media picking up any of this to make headlines," Derek warned. At once, the army officers got some of the phones that the staff were slowly pulling out to cover the incident. "Delete this immediately!" The leader of the legion snapped at one of the guards who quickly took it from the rest of them and dutifully deleted the videos. "We're very sorry," the man said. "I'm sorry we took the video, we're all so shocked to find out that the CEO is involved in such activities, the lady Dagma is his favorite cousin, they have many fond memories together and she loves him," the man explained and shook his head. "That's all in the past. This hotel could be sealed off depending on what gets out there. If you still want to keep your job, then don't say a word," the army man ordered her and he
Freda sat in the living room of her house. It was sparkling neat as usual as the servants hurried about to set up her feast-like breakfast. She wasn't the sort to eat anything that was below her standard and she'd grown up having only the best of meals. Walking down to the dining table, Freda pulled out the cutlery and touched the table with her fingertips, trying to check if there was any dust on it. "This is the best meal you could make?" She asked and looked at the chef who was looking down at his own feet, shaking like a leaf. Freda snapped at him, "Get out of my face and fix something nice for dessert! At least that should wash away the trash that you've made!" She snapped. "Yes, ma'am," the chef said and was about to move away when he suddenly came back and asked, "Mistress, is there any particular dessert you'd like?"Freda scowled at him, "Are you going to wait for me to tell you what to do with your job? Don't you know the right dessert for spaghetti bologna?" He asked. "I
Freda looked at the maid and then smirked, finally letting go of Claire's hands. "It's too late now, the man is here for the meeting with her and there's nothing you can do about it," she said scornfully. Claire looked at her mother and shook her head, "Mother, why didn't you tell me that this is what you meant when you said we had a guest today? You should have checked in with me first to know if I wanted to meet anyone that __" "I don't fucking care! I don't need your permission to do something right for you! You're my daughter and you'll listen to me and do as I say at all times," she commanded with an icy voice. Claire noticeably withdrew into her shell and couldn't say a word to defend herself or oppose her mother. It was getting increasingly pitiful for Bryan to watch his wife who was once very confident and proud being the same woman who cowered at the sight and sound of anyone. When she finally had the balls to stand up for herself in the presence of her mother, she had wit