HIS RETURN FOR REVENGE

Chapter six: His Entrance

The Grand Hall was a fever-sight of expensive fittings. The ambiance was lit up with chandeliers spaced evenly on the roof scattering crystal across the Hall, over tables covered with white linens where expensive wines and gourmet dishes rested impeccably for esteemed guests consumption.

This isn't the kind of wedding for common people. Attendance is strictly by invitation ordinary people can't access. The hall buzzed as guests engaged in light conversations, laughing over brandy and champagne, clinking glasses in toast while some admired the couples dancing in front of the stage where spotlight cast light on two people— a man in expensive suit and a young woman in a flowing wedding gown, clutching arms and moving choreographically to the gentle beat.

The young woman is the daughter of Daniel Monroe.

"Aww!!"

"They're so beautiful. Look at the match. The perfection."

"This will be me. How gorgeous."

"So Romantic. I'm losing my breath." Another woman gasped.

The comments came randomly around tables in a mix of jealousy, admiration and envy.

As the wedding was going on inside, a war was about to start outside as a black tinted Aston drove into the premises and pulled over with a loud screech that threw gravel and awakened dust in the air.

The driver parked wrongly. The Valet immediately stepped out from his booth, at a distance, two Securities flanking both sides of the entrance observed the scene with their back straightened.

The Valet leaned slightly and knocked on the glass window gently, his reflection casting on the black tinted window.

"Park the car properly, Sir, Ma," He said. "You have to follow the parking arrangement." He said even though he couldn't see the driver.

The door remained shut, the window remained still, the engine didn't cut, purring like a thunder in the distance.

The Valet was beginning to lose his patience, the Securities at the entrance were moving forward gently to assess the situation.

"Wind down the glass. Now!" His voice rose to a hiss now, already getting angry. "I give you five seconds to Open this door or we'll toll your car from this premise."

Slowly, the window of the car slid down. A Figure came into view— side view, dressed in black coat, black glasses, his hair neatly styled in a way his face was highlighted— his jaw was chiseled, his eyes steady on the windshield while his hand rested on the steering wheel of the car.

He didn't react, completely at ease like he hadn't heard the Valet shouting all along.

Then he turned to look at him.

Jaxon Monroe

When he spoke, his voice was calm. Too calm.

"Is this how you welcome an important guest," he said, the words coming out in lazy drag, his smirk faint and sharp. "by putting spit on my window?"

The Valet narrowed his eyes on him.

"Excuse me," he said, his patience hanging on a slim thread. His voice hardened. "Get the car out of the way now or I'll have the securities remove you!"

"Clean my window. Now." Jaxon said quietly.

The Valet looked at him with a twisted expression, unable to contain his anger anymore.

"Are you crazy? Get yourself out of the Car. Now!"

His arm shot out to grab his collar to force him out of the car. Jaxon caught his finger mid-motion and twisted it with a sharp crack.

"Ahhh!!"

But Jaxon wasn't done. He pulled him in, wiping his body against the car window. He pushed the Valet off with little effort that made him stumble back and cracked his butt against the cobblestone.

"Ah!!" He shouted in pain then pointed a finger at Jaxon, shaking in fear. "W— we have an intruder. We have an intruder!" His voice cracked in panic.

The Securities seeing this were already moving, hands firm on the weapons in their waist.