After those last words of Ivana, she was out of sight. She disappeared and the trace of her could never be found again. Katrina looked to the side and saw a bird flying away. Her gaze lingered on the bird for a moment. There were a lot of things running around in her head. Things that weren't easy to come to terms with. Every little doubts that she had earlier about this strange lady had finally dissolved. She didn't need anyone or anything to prove to her that Ivana was truly the one who had done the deed. Ivana had just said something about someone putting a mark on her. Katrina wanted to believe that the Supreme god who had slipped the insect into her body was none other than Ivana's master. She believed that what was happening was something beyond the ordinary. Giving by a lot of circumstances: The death of all the board members, the disappearance and the bird that had just flew away. "Where did that bitch go just now?" Manuel came storming back in her direction. Manuel didn

"Katrina?" Slade asked, trying to fetch the information that would complement what Lord JK had just said to him. "The president and leader of the Nyther-Rim Group." Lord JK added. "Oh. That bitch!" Slade exclaimed, his brows furrowing. When he called Katrina a bitch, the old woman quickly looked at him. Slade smiled at her, nodding. He wasn't sure whether or not the woman understood what that meant. He thought that an old woman like that wouldn't know much about curse words. "Did she call you personally?" Slade asked, reviewing the possibilities of this. "She dare not. She wouldn't even conceive the thought let alone try to act it out." Lord JK'S voice was firm and serious as he said this. He sounded quite offended, but Slade knew that the old man could not possibly be offended at him. Also, he knew that Lord JK hated every board member of the Nyther-Rim Group. Of course the old man knew the story of his family!"Then how were you able to decide that she was one who called?" Sla

"Katrina, I'm busy!" A serious voice of Jon blared through the speaker. Manuel was stunned by the manner at which Jon had spoken. He had always thought that Katrina was well respected and revered by Jon. If Jon had spoken on the phone like this, does it mean that he had done the same earlier, or some time before?"You should not call someone over and over again as though they owe you! I'm only trying to help you, don't make it difficult for the both of us." Jon kept on going as though he had been looking for an outlet to vent. "Don't call me again unless I call you. If you do, I'll make sure to restrain all your access to every services of mine that were exclusive to you." He warned sternly. "I'm hanging the call right now." He added. "Jon." Slade said point in time that Jon was about to hang the call in the fit of rage. "Divine doctor?!" Jon exclaimed at once. Everyone in the building were shocked by this. They were shocked by the fact that Jon Waterz, the mighty controller of

"Are you deaf? I said stop right there!!!" Manuel bellowed in utmost rage as he pushed the door open. Slade and Katrina were forced to a halt at the scream of Manuel. Manuel was really a persistent man. Slade would give it to him! Manuel made him remember Candyce. He missed her. "What did you do to her?" He walked straight to Slade and grabbed him by the collar. Manuel had been looking for a chance to punch Slade in the face. He had tried to do it earlier before Katrina stepped in. But right now, he would make sure that no one stops him. "What are you saying?" Slade wondered, trying to make a meaning of what Manuel was talking about. "Don't play the fool, you bastard!!!" He lifted a punch and planted it on the side of Slade's face. Katrina gasped when she saw this happen. Manuel on the other hand was in shock after the punch. When he punched Slade in the face, it felt like he had just punched a body of rock. He heard the bones of his fingers snapping at the contact and under som

Katrina placed her palm on Slade's chest, slowly tracing her finger around the centre of his chest as though she wanted to unbutton his shirt. Slade remained standing, unfazed and unmoved by the advances. His eyes didn't change either and his reaction didn't waver. He was as calm and solemn as he had been all along. She was trying to get sexual and sensual with him. Slade had a clue as to why she was trying to restort to this, yet he didn't want to build on mere guesses. Instead he was irritated by her advances. The memories of how she must have done this same thing to his father and implicated him made Slade really mad. He suddenly gripped her hand on his chest and pulled it off his chest. He was in between being ruthless and kind to her. He didn't want to hold on to either of them two. There were still a long way to go with this plan he had lying around. "Why would I want to help you?" Slade dropped her hand from his chest. Her eyes changed a little bit. There was a shade of