Marco fell to his knees, trembling violently with his head faced downward. He summoned the courage to ask what had been bothering him. "Lord Owens, please, I… I'm curious to know the sin I've committed…"SLAP!!His face swayed to the right as Lord Owens landed a slap on him, then he said in a deep angry voice. "Get the hell up."Marco gulped and stood up obediently.One of the guards in the room took a chair and placed it in the middle. Marco could tell that the chair was for him and it was confirmed since the guard gestured to him to sit on top of it.Marco hesitantly walked toward the chair and sat down. The most scary thing is the fact that he had no idea what Lord Owens had in store for him.Lord Owens with his hands shoved in his trouser, he walked and stood in front of him. "You said you wanna know why you're here. Why I should give a damn about the likes of you…" Then he scoffed with a malicious smirk. "Well, I'll tell you. That's because you committed a huge sin that I'll neve
Dylan arrived at a restaurant that was known to be a good meeting spot. He walked into it and he saw Sean sitting on one of the tables waiting for him. He walked toward him with an I don't care attitude. "I hope I didn't make you wait for too long."Sean just scoffed and waited for him to sit down which he did. "And I know you know that we have lots to discuss.""Hmm." Dylan monotonically said and looked at the ring on his finger. "Lots, ah?" He dropped his hand on the table. "I've been so busy that I no longer have time to banter with you.""Let Hermione go and we'll call the feud between us quits. Just tell me how much you want, Dylan. And I'll give it to you."Dylan let out a deep breath and leaned against the chair in thought. "Truly, I'm in need of money but you know how I am. I'm not that cheap of a person.""So why are you making it seem like you are somebody important? From the contract to every other deception. Why are you doing all this?" Sean questioned.Dylan nodded. "Well
"What do you think of this spot?" The guy said with a manual grin as they entered the dark alleyway which was in a really rough and abandoned town close to Flame city.Leonard leaped with his crutches as he was hiding behind Dylan and he looked around in fear. It was a place where thugs came to hang out and smoke. It was scary.The guy…Dylan sighed as he got fed up. He looked at Leonard and asked, "Who the hell is that?""James Lance. You won't believe it when I say his father is a prosecutor. A corrupt one I might add. That was why he said he could kill and get away with it. He's a verified thug." Leonard explained in a voice that only Dylan could hear.Dylan looked at James making a call."Yeah, I have someone that I need you to deal with. He dares to dare me, Ishmael."Dylan raised a brow, and chuckled, "So you're calling backup, ah?"James hung the call and looked at him with a self-satisfied smile. "As far as I know, you've got no one, Dylan. I'll mess you up, you might not even
Dylan arrived at a mansion and alighted out of his car. He waited for Leonard to come out and soon they were standing side by side with their gazes fixated at the gate.Dylan and Leonard were childhood friends. They knew everything about each other. Friends for life. When his life took a wrong turn and every other person he considered friend turned their back on him, Leonard remained. He defended him.But after Leonard got caught in the crossfire one day when they were both beaten up because of him, he knew he couldn't keep adding Leonard to his problems. That was how much he cared.It was silent for a while until Leonard decided to break it with the question going on in his mind. He leaped and turned to face Dylan. "First, I should thank you for helping me even though there wasn't any reason to."Dylan just nodded."But what happened, I'm bothered since I know that…you lost everything, Dylan. I was a witness. As a matter of fact, you pushed me away in fear of getting me involved wit
At the worst cemetery in the state, run-down and neglected, Dylan and Stephanie stood in front of a desolate tombstone.It was unfortunate that the founder of the titular Clifford corporation with his net worth amounting to hundreds of millions of dollars could only be buried in the most run-down and desolate spot. With his wife.It was extremely difficult on Stephanie as she stared at it with watery eyes.She covered her face with her hands and began to cry. She was in utter disbelief. It was hard to watch. Dylan's eyelid drooped, trying so hard to suppress the pain he was feeling but he was failing at it. His chest was heavy as he stared at him.He was sorry. Sorry for not visiting them.Normally they were supposed to be properly cremated since their body was burnt but his family did what they wanted. They tossed his parents like garbage and it was just so hard to be there and face them.It took a while for Stephanie's emotions to stabilize then she went on her knees and began pluc
Gregory Clifford has no prior knowledge of Dylan and Stephanie's presence. He wasn't told about it.So when he arrived in the evening, he walked into the room with a loud laugh, "Wow, Maxwell. What's up with you? It's so rare of you to call me for a drink, eh!"Then he saw Dylan standing up from the couch.His smile faded from his face and Dylan walked toward him with Stephanie beside him."What the hell is this traitor doing here? Why are you here?" He questioned in anger.Dylan was the last person he ever wanted to see. In fact, anything that's gonna make him see Dylan is when he's being buried alongside his parents.Dylan looked straight ahead and remained silent.Instead, Stephanie spoke, "Mr. Clifford, Dylan is still your grandson. How can you call him such a thing?"Mr. Clifford frowned at her. "You. Who the hell are you and what's your business? Wait? I remember you. You're Dylan's godmother, aren't you? I thought you'd be dead."Stephanie shook her head, "No, I'm not…"Decidin
It started drizzling when they left Cole's residence. The autumn weather was slightly chilly.Dylan has been thinking about what his godmother said so he asked after they got into their car. "So, god–mother, weird to call you that."Stephanie smiled and looked at him. "Just call me Steph, that's fine."Dylan nodded. "So everything you said about my uncle, was it all true? Was he really involved in the fraud case?"Stephanie nodded. "Yeah. He was. Your mom told me all about it at the time they were looking for ways to clear your father's case.""But…how come I didn't know anything? They didn't confide in me. They didn't put me in the loop…""They didn't want you worried…""I wasn't a kid. I was an adult." Dylan snapped in annoyance. "I knew something wasn't right. I knew my dad was innocent but he told me he was gonna handle it. Then before we knew it, the board voted us out as CEO and director, things escalated and they died. If they had told me things, I would have been of help."Ste
After being forced out of her room by her mom, Hermione grunted and walked down the stairs behind her mom.'What? He said he has evidence? And he expects me to believe him?' She scoffed and arrived in front of him. "So, what is it you came here to talk about, Sean? It's late and I have work tomorrow."Sean stood up, finally relieved to see her. "Something important. I heard you went to Dylan for help to pay what you owe me."Hermione blinked but still kept a straightened face. "Oh. You did. How come?""I met up with Dylan. We met and he told me about it. He told me he was gonna take you back by every means possible. I even have evidence if you want proof." Sean told her.Hermione was confused and curious. "Evidence?" She asked and continued, "What kind of evidence?"Sean brought his phone out and played a recording out, " Let Hermione go and we'll call the feud between us quit. Just tell me how much you want, Dylan. And I'll give it to you." Sean's voice came out of his phone.Then Dy