Ryan followed Thomas to the conference room that was at the very end of the hallway.
The double doors were opened for him as he stepped inside, finding a large table that was seated with at least eleven men who all suddenly fell quiet. Seated against the wall were a few more people. No matter where he looked, everyone seemed a little tense.
“Have a seat, Rayven Ashford,” an even voice said.
Looking up at who had said his name, Ryan’s eyes fell on a dark-haired man who looked fairly old. Wearing a slim-fitted black vest with dark red tie, his suit jacket was neatly perched behind him against the back of his chair.
The old man studied Ryan for a moment, glancing back down a thick packet of documents before him on the table. After seeing Edric seated next to the man, without another thought, he knew it had to be someone he should know because his voice sounded familiar in his ears.
Everyone else around the table stared with a mix of
Ryan came home to Violet’s angry face.“What is it again?” he asked carelessly.She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Face scowling, she didn’t waste the time to glare dagger at him either. “Really, that’s how you greet me now?”He frowned at her accusing words. Wait, what did she accuse him of, now?“Okay, I’ll step back and restart.” He did precisely that, even closing the door again just for the hell of it. Then, he knocked on the door, waiting for his wife to open it for him. “Hello, good evening, Ma’am. How are you today?”“Oh, fuck you, scum!”Bam!Great.She slammed the door right in his face.What more could he expect?Sighing and ruffling the back of his head, Ryan waited for a minute to pass before he opened the door again. This time, Violet wasn’t waiting on the other side anymore. Instead, s
Sitting opposite each other in the dining room, they locked their gaze. The dark sea and its chill night breeze called for them, but they had the most important discussion in the whole universe happening now.Ryan smiled a little. "Do you know why Edric did all of this?"Violet frowned, thinking for a minute about what he was asking. Kind of ridiculous, really. They both knew why Edric fucking did all of this. Because he was a psychopath.But, just to humor Ryan as he had worked so hard today. "He wants the company for himself.""Yes, but he's the only child Howard have. He will get it no matter what.""You're right," Violet nodded, "But, then, your father found out that you're alive.""That doesn't mean anything. As far as I'm concern, Howard hated my gut since I was born. Even if I'm still there, he will treat me as usual, like a dog he can take his stress out on.""What are you trying to say, exactly?"Ryan prepared himself
What was the thing Edric wanted the most?Grinning to himself, Ryan thought, ‘I want to expose every crimes Edric ever do in his entire life.’In a matter of seconds, TEETS’s mechanical voice rang in his head as the transparent dark panel floated before his eyes.[New objectives have been submitted.][Objective Six: Expose Edric Ahsford’s crimes.]Peep!Ryan’s attention went to TEETS again. Would he get a new mission right away?[You have one on-going mission.][Current Mission – Kill the Lover: Confront Marissa Crowne when she is dating another man.][Time Left: 8 hours 34 minutes.][Rewarded Ability: Spoiler Alert Lvl 1.][New Mission can not be assigned to Host until Mission completion.]Shit.Ryan forgot he had an ongoing mission with Marissa as the center of attention. He only had eight hours, no less. He didn’t know what kind of Ability Spoiler A
The clock showed 09.34, but nobody cared about that.Moon bright, hanging high above the skyscrapers of New York, lighting the rooftop restaurant in a soft glow. The night air sent a chill down their spine, reminding them that fall was near. Colorful disco lights here and there, clashing softly against blue and pink drinks on their hands. Music blared, sending a slow rhythm of oldies jazz.However, nobody also paid attention to any of that.Particularly, for Marissa.Tonight, this rooftop restaurant was fully reserved to host a party for her friend’s 35th marriage anniversary. Ferry and Rosanda clearly spent money for it, and she would enjoy every penny, like all guests should do.Besides, she could ignore all of the fuss in favor of giving the handsome man in front of her the attention he deserved. “It must be exciting, flying all over the world to sing in big theaters like you, Rhome.”The man in a black and soft purple t
The helicopter ascended to the night sky, leaving Ryan and Violet behind.Now, all eyes of the guests in the rooftop restaurant reserved for a 35th marriage anniversary party turned to them. Curious, as a hundred questions hang in the air. They didn’t ask, not specifically, not when Violet looked like an angry volcano ready to burst into explosion.A pair of blue eyes narrowed into a glare, sharp and cold, unlike the heated rage bubbling inside of her. Violet’s steps were sure, heavy with the decision she had to make on the spot. Her family’s well-being was at stake. If she make the wrong choice, then it’d be on her.However, the moment she laid eyes on her goal, she felt like ice-cold water was poured all over her.In the far corner of the rooftop restaurant, her mother was sharing a round table with a man in a black and purple tuxedo. She had to give it to her mother, though. Even when he looked a little older than her father, th
The rooftop restaurant was in a static hectic if that was even a word. All the guests’ eyes were on both of the Crowne couples, much to the host’s annoyance. However, no one could resist this juicy piece of gossip that surely will rock the world tonight. Or at least the social circle they were in. “Look, my pretty lady,” Rhome said, then cursed himself when he realized what he had just said, “I mean, Marissa,” he cleared his throat, “I know that you have adult children already, I just don’t know that you are still in a marriage with your husband.” “Well, not for long.” “Oh, that’s a relief,” Rhome let out the breath he held back. But unlike him, the reaction from Marissa’s daughter was far worse. Slamming her hand on the dining table, Violet exclaimed, “You what?!” Sighing, Ryan focused on the heated conversation played before his eyes again. “Say that again, Mom!” Marissa didn’t back down. She held Viol
"So, what?"Ryan looked at his wife, sitting in the back seat beside him. He just shrugged, wondering if discussing about her mother's affair with a stranger present near them was right.They were in a taxi. The driver was old, with grey hair and thick eyeglasses. But that didn't mean he had a hearing impaired. After all, he was still carefully driving at a steady speed."What? Why are you shrugging?" Violet pressed further, wanting to get to the bottom of this."You really want to talk about your mother now?""Yes, is that even a question?"They heard a small laugh from the driver. "Oh, please don't mind me. I will never talk about it to anyone."Violet raised one of her eyebrows, "Hear that? So, what?"He sighed, slumping on his seat. He really preferred not to talk about it now, but who was he to speak?"Okay," Ryan breathed out, "What do you want to do now?""I honestly don't know."He rolled his brown
Heading to the Crowne residence, Ryan was greeted by the cold high fence that separated the private property from the world. He had called Cinos earlier, so the gate was already open to welcome them.Though, truthfully, he wondered why they didn’t install an automatic gate already. But then he remembered. They specifically didn’t spend money for that because he used to be there, opening and closing the gate at all hours, acting as their slave to be treated with no care in the slightest.They both sighed in relief because the reporters that camped outside the gate had gone without a trace. Perhaps they were bored from the lack of any news from them, or they got another Hollywood star and young millionaire out there making a scene.Either way, it was a good news for both of them. Now, they could go back and forth without any worry or annoyance from the pestering paparazzi.Slowing down to a stop, they got out of the car and stepped to the front