CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWELVE “I told you that he was not going to be successful, didn’t I?” Lady Anne scoffed, ridicule laced in her tone.Vincent sniggered, sipping the wine in his glass.Then he smacked, turning to Mara while he dropped the glass on the Oakwood table.“Forget about him, Mara. He is just a noise maker. He knows nothing.” Barbra sneered, her words stinging to Mara like she had been stung by a bee.Suddenly, Mara had lost appetite, staring at the entrance of the living room through the corner of the dining hall.She tried to hold onto the trust that she had for Desmond even though she barely knew him, but her family wouldn’t make things easier for her.They kept on taunting her with their words, and it was worse since her father had not yet spoken, enjoying his meal silently while he listened to everything the rest of the family were saying.Mara looked at him severally, and each time their eyes met, Sir Ephraim always smile, nodding slowly.It was hard to read his co

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FOURTEENMara was still struggling with the thoughts that were buried inside her mind, but with everything Desmond had said and how confident he looked, it was hard not to believe him.She slowly returned her gaze to her father, hoping that he was going to take the file from Desmond.Eventually, he did, and that turned to a moment of prayer for her.She prayed fervently that Desmond had not come to joke with her father, mumbling her words.She turned to look at him, and seeing that he had an unwavering smile that was laced with so much confidence, she took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.Slowly, Sir Ephraim opened the file, taking out the documents inside.Then he looked at Desmond sternly before he began to read, his eyes zooming in one each word he picked.As he glanced, the silence in the room lingered with thickening tension.Everyone not only looked at Sir Ephraim , expecting to hear what the documents contained, they were also turning to look

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTEENThe middle-aged man was taken aback by Desmond’s commanding tone.He staggered, almost falling to the ground.Realizing that he had instilled so much fear into the man whose eyes were beginning to glitter with terror, he took a deep breath, then he decided to continue with a lower tone.“Who are you? I don’t think I have ever seen you before.”“No, you haven’t.” The man nodded, finally breaking his silence.Desmond sighed in relief as he thought that he was wrong when he heard the man speak the first time.“My name is Greg, Sir. I am from the Khan Clan.”“Khan clan?” Desmond muttered, staring at the middle-aged man.“What do you want, Greg? How may I help you?”“I need your help, Sir!” Greg said desperately, tears welling in his eyes.“It’s my wife! She is sick! She is dying!”Desmond arched his brows, looking down at Greg.For a second, he said nothing, and then he cleared his throat.“But I am not a Doctor, Greg. Have you taken her to the hospital?”“I kn

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTEENDesmond looked around calmly, and after a few seconds, he took a deep breath.“They are not gone, Mara.” He said, causing Mara’s panic to increase.“I need you to get into the car,” Desmond said amidst the apprehension that had surged into her body.He gently lifted her up, and grabbing the handle of the door, he led her into it, staring as she fidgeted.Her lips trembled, and even though she was inside the car, she couldn’t stop looking around in terror.“Are they gone?” She asked, and Desmond shook his head.“I don’t think so.” He took a deep breath, turning instinctively to his right.When he saw the two men moving toward him with guns in their hands, he took a deep breath, slowly returning his gaze to Mara.“I am going to protect you, Mara.” He assured with a confident smile, but the moment he attempted to move away, she grabbed his hands, looking him desperately in the eyes.“Please, don’t leave me.” She pleaded, taking a deep breath.“Never,” Desmon

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY Desmond could tell that it was a woman, but it was hard to tell what woman would possess such authority. He kept on staring at the lady’s heels, patiently waiting to see who it was. Finally, she showed herself, graceful and commanding so much authority.Just her lined eyebrows were enough to send shivers down the spines of the men; her eyes burned with flames of anger and betrayal. She was a middle-aged lady, but it was hard to tell how old she was, her body flawlessly glittering under the sunlight. She was tall, standing close to six feet.Each step she made was a symbol of raw power and strength. Looking both calm and brutal at the same time, she headed toward Kyrian, staring down at him with so much annoyance. “You had one simple task to do, and you failed at it.” Kyrian recoiled, taking two steps backward. He swallowed hard, looking the lady in the eyes. “I am sorry, Bianca! But he is not an ordinary man! You needed to see the way he killed th