Sure enough, it was Charlotte. Clad in a lovely white dress, she held onto her blue purse, staring at her husband with wide eyes. “Hudderson? Is that you?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Slowly, she began to walk down the doorstep, her eyes glaring with annoyance. Hudderson sighed heavily, and then he began to walk up to her.They both stopped very close to the water fountain, listening to the cascading sound of the water falling from the golden statue. “You left me all alone in this mansion,” Charlotte grunted, her eyes soaked with tears. Her cologne hung in the air, her golden earrings glittering under the effect of the sunlight. Hudderson took a deep breath, and then he tried to grab her. “My dear…”“Don’t touch me!” Charlotte staggered backward, glaring in annoyance.She rolled her eyes at him, holding onto her purse as though she was about to hit her husband with it.“I am sorry, Charlotte,” Hudderson said calmly, but Charlotte refused to budge.“There is no

“Who is that fellow? I don’t think I have seen him before.” “Maybe he is one of the security guards.” A man dressed in a blue tuxedo suggested, staring at Hudderson while he walked on the same space with the pretty lady beside him. They were a couple, but not the usual couple that people were used to seeing. The man was much younger, and the lady was almost twice her age, even though her beauty and poise was an exception for her age at that moment. “Do you think we should ask him? I don’t think we should let him keep walking to the building. What if he is a criminal?” The lady was very nervous and curious at the same time, and it was hard for her to ignore the thoughts that crept into her mind. “Let’s go, Jonah!” She dragged her partner, attempting to move him toward Hudderson. But the man refused to go with her, pulling her backward while she strained. “Let him be, Fiona.” The man insisted, making all her efforts very futile. “He is none of our business.” He added, but

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX Fiona took a deep breath, and after a few seconds, she cleared her throat, eyes still fixed on Hudderson. “When you said Lance, do you mean Lance Avert?” “Yes! Exactly!” Hudderson nodded with a smile.“That’s the man I am here to see.” He sighed heavily, nodding in satisfaction.“This makes my mission very easy. I am glad I bumped into the two of you.” He looked at the couple who were forced to exchange glances at each other, their eyes still wide with curiosity. “What do you mean by that?” Jonah asked the question that his way was about to ask, his eyes still wide with curiosity.He slowly turned to his wife, and even though she was silent, he could see that she was close to desperate about finding out what someone as irrelevant as Hudderson wanted to see her father.“Go ahead. Answer the goddamn question!” Fiona urged, getting rid of the urge to have Hudderson leave the premises. This time, it was no longer about him walking away with his lowly se

Fiona laughed as soon as she saw the guards, turning to Hudderson with a sneer. “You are in a big mess!” She sniggered, inching a bit closer to him.“Let’s see who is going to be mourned between you and my father. I hope your mother is still alive. She will be meeting the dead body of her son in pieces today.” Slowly, Fiona turned to the guards, and then she waited for them to get closer.“I came as soon as I could, Miss Avert!” Their leader bowed, holding onto his dagger. He was tall, huge, and had a patch covering his right eye, evidence of his long years of getting involved in violence. He had not seen Hudderson before, but he could tell from the countenance etched all over Fiona’s face that he was the one that she was talking about. “Is this the idiot who wishes death upon himself?!” He asked, pointing to Hudderson with his dagger. “Yes, Jabil.” Fiona nodded, also staring at Hudderson with flaming orbs. “I want you and your men to teach him a lesson and make sure that you b

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY Jabil gasped as soon as he saw his cohorts, turning to Hudderson who was already glaring at him.“I swear, I didn’t tell them!” He said, losing his breath. Perspiration had soaked his dress, his eyes widened as he staggered backward, uncertain if he was meant to face the Supreme Ruler or the armed guards standing before them. “I am telling the truth, Sir! I didn’t tell anyone anything! I swear!” Jabil pinned himself to the wall, turning to his fierce cohorts as though he was about to beg them to tell Hudderson that he was unaware of their emergence. The fifteen men stared at him with wide eyes, wondering why he seemed so afraid of one man. “This is not going to end well, guys.” He warned, but they scoffed, laughing at him.“What’s happening to you, Jabil?” One of the men in front asked, turning to Hudderson with a scowl. “Don’t tell me that you are scared of this fellow.” He took two steps toward the entrance of the elevator, his eyes glaring at Hudder