Shock kept him speechless and motionless for what seemed like an eternity. He even forgot to breathe. "Derek," Sophia called softly when she noticed the change in him. She actually expected him to release a sigh of relief at the fact Clara wasn't his sister. Well, she didn't expect the current change in his expression. "Is something wrong with the result?" Sophia inquired softly but Derek was still too shocked to say anything. Sophia regarded him for a moment before she took the paper from him. She stared long at the review. "What!" She exclaimed, totally shocked. "This is unbelievable!" She muttered as she read through. "Just how? How?" Derek shook his head briefly. "It's not possible right? Clara can't possibly be my sister. Morris's daughter can't possibly be my long-lost sister!" He protested. "But_," Sophia hesitated. "Wait a minute, since it's true that Clara is your sister. I can't believe Morris sent a sister to kill her brother?" She hissed. "So wicked!" Derek had dif
"I don't need to! I know my father's true colour!" She argued.Derek released a sigh. "Don't miss this opportunity, Clara. Well, it's not going to affect you in any way. If he truly is your father, you will get to see what he looks like. And if he's not_," he smiled softly, "Then you will know how grateful you will be."Maribel huffed. "I don't need your help!" Derek took a step backward. "Your choice but I will still do this as a parting gift. I don't have anything against you anyway. Your father is the one that offended me and so, he would be the one to pay for it."Maribel regarded him for a moment. "I don't need your help, Derek. Fight for yourself. You need to find a way to escape Morris' wrath. You must think that would be very easy for you to do," she spat out. "You will die like your father did if you aren't careful."Derek shrugged. "Briefly. Five days, Clara. Five days. Think about it. I will be here tomorrow morning for your decision," he finished and turned around to leav
"What are you doing, Clara?" Nick questioned as he walked after her. They both entered the small living room. Catherine released a sigh and stepped back. "Clara!" Nick called again, in a deep voice that pulled Maribel into a sudden stop. She dragged her breath and turned to look at Nick. "What are you doing, Clara," Nick questioned, with a voice laced with emotions. Maribel understood what he was trying to say. She had thought about it several times and could only arrive at a conclusion. "What does it look like I'm doing?" "That you could trust Derek of all people. He's Morris' enemy. And whoever is your father's enemy? He's no doubt your enemy as well." "I understand that clearly," she murmured. "I do, Nick or do you think I'm that foolish?" Nick held her closely by her shoulders. "I'm not saying you are foolish, i'm just trying to say you should avoid trouble." "I will, Nick but I really need to do this," she released a sigh. "This is the only way to find answers. Rememb
Nick pulled up and looked at Maribel. "Are you alright?"Maribel nodded once, with a smile. "I'm fine. Let's do this."Nick nodded once, got out of the car, rounded it, and opened the door for Maribel.They stepped inside the house.Maribel hesitated as she regarded the man in the living room for a moment. She smiled softly. "Good day, Max."Max turned around to look at Maribel. There was a flicker of emotion on his face. It looked as though he was surprised but the feeling vanished the moment it appeared."Clara," he called softly.Max smiled instead. "What are you doing here, Clara?"Maribel smiled softly. "I don't think that should be the next question. Or am I not allowed into my father's house anytime you want?""Of course, you are. Just that your father isn't around at this moment."Maribel nodded once. "Then, I will wait for him," she looked at Nick. "You can make yourself at home. Let's wait for my father to return."Nick bowed slightly."I don't think you should be here actua
Maribel got up just as the maid walked out. She walked out of the room.It was getting late into the night. So, everywhere was quiet. However, there was no information from Max about her father.It was as if Morris didn't want to see her, as always.She tiptoed into the living room and made a cross towards the other wing, the place where the maid said Morris's room was.Soft footsteps were coming towards her. She pulled back, just as one of the security guards walked past her.She waited for a few minutes before she walked out from where she was. There was a big door ahead of her.She hesitated. What if there was a lock in the room? How was she supposed to enter?She moved closer and opened the door.She released a relieved sigh at the fact that there wasn't any lock. She entered with ease."Yes, she's here," a deep, yet familiar voice said suddenly. "I've been trying your number for a while now but it wasn't available."The door creaked open and Maribel hurried into one corner so fas
Clara glanced back. “Max isn’t coming after us. Are you sure he really wanted to poison me?”“Would I say something I didn’t see? Trust me, Max really wanted to kill you. What I'm skeptical about is Morris's involvement. Would Max try such a thing against you without receiving an order from Morris?”Clara released a sigh. “I don’t believe my father can do that, Nick. Besides, Max doesn’t like me. He could always try shit with me because he thinks he could get away with it.”Nick sighed, bothered. No matter what he said, Clara would not believe him. Clara has always looked up to Morris all her life. In fact, she had done things she didn’t want because she merely wanted to please Morris. So, it would be very difficult to change her mind against him.Clara’s phone rang suddenly. She regarded the phone for a moment. “It's my dad!” she announced and picked it up. “Hello, father.”“You came over to my house?”“Yes, father,” Clara released a sigh. “I called you severally but you didn’t pick
Derek darted at his wristwatch. "We are ten minutes earlier. Are the men at the agreed location?"Benson nodded once. "They are. They are only waiting for your order. But are you sure this isn't a trap?"Derek looked at him. "What do you think it can be a trap?""Well," Benson shrugged slightly. "I can't trust this Nick or whatever his name is. Besides, why should we trust Clara? All because you want to see what Morris looks like?"Well, Derek didn't tell him about Clara, just yet because he didn't know how he was going to take it."Clara and I had a deal and I'm sure she's not going to betray me.""But_," he started but was pulled to a stop when a car suddenly approached them.Thomas got out of the car and moved closer to Derek. "There's truly a condo that belongs to Morris," he announced.Derek felt agitated. "Is he around?""Not yet. But Clara and Nick are around."Benson released a sigh. "Boss_"Derek looked at him. "Am I still the Peter Pan?"Benson hesitated but slowly nodded. "
Shock kept him motionless and speechless for a moment.He was too late.Maribel was on the floor, vomiting blood while Nick was beside her, in tears. "I told you not to come," Nick muttered in anguish as he held Maribel in his arms."Clara!" Derek yelled uncontrollably and raced closer to her. "Clara!"He zoomed off for a few minutes as he beheld Maribel. The pain in her eyes or the tears that seemed to be coming out non-stop.Derek looked at Nick. "What the fuck happened? Where's Morris?"Nick opened his mouth to talk but the words were suddenly stuck in his throat. "Gone, he's gone. He poisoned her."Derek's heart almost stopped beating. "What! Poisoned?""Yes, and he left a few minutes ago. You should have seen his car. He made the security guards stay outside until Clara was dead," Nick explained.Derek remembered the car that zoomed past him earlier. Without thinking much, he scooped her into his arms and looked at Nick. "Open the damn door!" He was literally screaming.Nick co