Bethany was driving Irwin away from the properties of the President. She was seething in unspoken rage as her palm stiffened about the wheel of the car.Irwin was seated at the back, seemingly not aware of the reactions of Bethany. He was lost in thoughts, thinking about what the President had called him for. The President had asked him about the pattern of his killing process that was consistent with the likes of Thorne and then Jaja. It was an unusual means of death-craft that no one had ever recorded in the history of the country, not even the continent. Irwin himself has been concerned about this pattern, too. Unlike the president who was clueless and thought that he had resorted to displaying a new skill because of the nature of the task, Irwin knew what activated that pattern. In the past, he had decided to put off the urge of going to seek more knowledge regarding the Rose Lily painting because of the task at hand and the revenge burning deep in him; he had been busy schemi

The recent remark of the sales agent set something lose in Bethany's head and she was about to explode when the sudden voice interrupted. She quickly looked away from the sales agent to the owner of the voice which sounded too familiar for a strange person. And there standing with head slightly bowing was Irwin Buckham. "What!" Bethany's mouth was faster than her brain and she couldn't even think of any better reaction to what was happening. Irwin Buckham had just called her his boss out of nowhere and was slightly bowing to her. What was this? Bethany wished there was an explanation for it. "I stepped out for a minute to park the car in the right spot. The security man called me to that effect." Irwin added, still not lifting his head. Bethany knew for a fact that he was lying. The security man whom they saw earlier would never have asked him to go park the car well. In fact, if there was anything that the security man would do, it would be to worship Irwin continously. Yet, Ir

"Huh?" Bethany thought for a moment that her ears were playing tricks on her. Looking at the expression on the face of the lady in front of her, she didn't need a soothsayer to tell her that it wasn't meant to be a prank. "What do you mean by borrow him?" Bethany's face scowled. Perhaps she was reading a wrong meaning to it. "Forgive me." El Roi said. "Perhaps I didn't explain myself in detail, hence the confusion."Bethany wanted to take that as a good sign but she refused to let her guard down. Just by standing in front of her, El Roi was already annoying to her. She knew girls like El Roi. El Roi was dressed in a bikini. Her breasts were rounder and fuller compared to Bethany's. The long white net she wore over the bikini proved useless in concealing her perfect shape. Girls like these love to intimidate people with their looks. Talk much more of El Roi. Bethany knew her. She was the biggest sensation, not only in the country but in some big parts of the continent. At sixteen,

There were a couple of Irwin's words that she wanted to hold on to, but there was this particular sentence that was stronger and more compelling compared to the rest. "We won't meet again?" Bethany asked, her face fallen and swollen with sadness. Irwin gazed at her. The sincerity in her eyes whenever she looked at him was so rich and kind. Only if his former wife felt this way about him and loved him sincerely, perhaps he would have been the happiest man on earth. Thinking of it for another few seconds. If he was a nobody or just a random person, Bethany Colwill wouldn't have been drawn to him, either. She was drawn to him because there was something she saw and could gain. He was a diplomatic person who believed that nothing goes for nothing in this world. To find someone who would selflessly slave away for you means to meet an angel who had missed his way to earth. He wasn't judgemental of Bethany. Instead he was appreciative of her. There were people who couldn't take half of

"Hello?" Isabella Rolan was in the middle of a mess when she received that call. "Are you there?"No matter the number of times she asked the question, there was no reply from the other end. The call has been dropped. "What the hell." She was clueless, staring at the phone as though it was some magic wand. "Was that really Bethany Colwill?"Even after everything that had happened, she had never for once thought of erasing Bethany's contact from her phone. In fact, there was no day that she hadn't tried to get a call across to Bethany to no avail. The call was always redirected to voicemail. But all of a sudden, Bethany Colwill had just called her asking to meet at Edgar's right now? What could this possibly be about?"Miss Isabella?" Jessica came walking to her with a staircase of files on her hands. "I'm sorry but it didn't go well.""Did that old fool return the files?" Isabella's brows furrowed in rage. "After what my father did for him? Is he really going to turn his back on us