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Aiden relaxes in his seat. “You said that the last time and…two times ago…and three times ago and what?” He scoffs. “You have been repeating the same old shit since I met you.” All the men on the table don't dare look Aiden in the face even though his face is all concealed with a mask and cap. “You have one more chance left. If any other worker dies due to your carelessness again, I'm giving the company over to another capable person,” Aiden says. Pissed off with the other people at the table, he gets on his feet and goes to the other end of the room. His phone rings. It's a call from his personal assistant. “How is the surgery going?” Aiden asks. “It was successful, sir. I called you to ask you something, sir.” “No. For now, take care of your sister. Family comes first.” “She's okay, sir. Trust me, sir. She's fine.” Aiden sighs. When you think you're a workaholic, you only have to meet Park and he'll definitely blow your mind away. “Two seconds ago when I checked, you had
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The frown on Aiden's face deepens. Is this guy filming so something? “Mom!” He screams again. The next moment, Aiden's mother-in-law comes running into the room in her night dress. “Are you okay? Bryan!” She rushes to where he is and manages to get a hold on him. “Oh my goodness!” She screams in horror, examining Bryan's hand. Aiden takes a step closer to see the hand she's looking in horror at. He can't see anything wrong with it. “You bastard, what are you waiting for? Get me the first aid…no, dial the emergency number.” “Emergency?” Harper's voice calls across the room. She too comes running toward her brother. She stops dead, confusion on her face. “What is going on?” She asks.“Can't you see?” Her mother snaps. “Your brother is bleeding!” Harper looks toward Aiden in confusion as if trying to ask him if she's the only one seeing what she's seeing. Aiden shrugs slightly. This is actually the first time he'll be seeing a fully grown man making a fuss about a slight cut
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Aiden looks around before whispering, “give me more time, Beatrice. Just a little more time.” “I can't, sir,” she says, sounding a bit…desperate. Aiden can't really tell but he's damn sure something is wrong with her because she is rarely nervous. “Give me say one hour,” Aiden whispers, looking around the room to be sure no one is near. “Sir, you said you were going to be back within three years, it's past that time and you don't seem ready to be coming.” “Come on, Beatrice, be a little more patient with me.” “If you don't come here within the next thirty minutes, I'm sorry, I'm going to have to quit. You didn't tell me the company was going to expand this big when we started.” Just as she hangs up, Aiden hears a male rough voice at the other end that sends some chill—chill of bloodshed—down his spine. “Shit,” he curses under his breath. He turns around and bumps directly into his wife. His heart skips a beat. Has she been listening to the conversation all these while?
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An unexpected panic seizes him out of nowhere. Did Beatrice really leave? He grabs his phone from his pocket and dials her number. A phone is ringing on the table. He walks toward it. He checks the caller. It's his own number. A sigh of relief escapes his lips. Damn. Experienced once, the last thing Aiden ever wants again is for some people he really cares about to disappear from his life. But…where did Beatrice leave without her phone? The phone rings again. This time, from a restricted number. At first he doesn't want to answer it but recalling Beatrice's desperate voice over the phone, he swipes the answer button. “Oh…I see you are finally here,” a male voice says at the other end. “The bitch you have been using as a disguise is here.” Aiden can't recognize the voice but he…His grip tightens on the phone. “What are you going to do now? I could kill her,” the voice mocks a
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His voice is sounding too cool. Way too cool coming from the person she saw with those icy eyes earlier. That expression on his face as he threw the knife right in the man's neck…Just remembering it sends shivers down her spine. “Did that man do anything to you?” He watches her calmly. She can't help the damn tears that fall off her face. She thought she was going to die…with that man pointing the gun at her head, telling her stories about how he's killed more people than he can count. “You'll be fine,” Aiden mutters, patting her slowly on the back. It's not until a lot of minutes have passed that she realizes Aiden has been patting her all along. She quickly pulls away from him. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…” her face colours in a blush. “You’re okay? For real?” Aiden asks again. “Of course. I just need some hours of sleep…” but her eyes catching her reflection in the mirror causes a shriek of horror to escape her lips. “You'll definitely need more than a few hours of sle
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Aiden strides inside the bar where his mother-in-law says he has to meet with Wesley. He'll surely get an earful from his brother-in-law when he gets back home this evening but he isn't about to start caring about shit like that right now. He meets the eyes of the bartender just as he steps in. A terrible mistake. He can't turn back now. The man already saw him and is rushing over to him. “Everything is okay,” Aiden whispers as soon as the man gets closer. “Okay? How, sir? You're…” Aiden's eyes scans the place for Wesley. He can't find him yet. “Sir, I should have turned in the income statement to—” “How many times do I have to tell you everything is okay?” Aiden darts a glance at the man. “I'm sorry, sir. Anything you want, sir?” “Yeah. Get out of my way,” Aiden mutters. The bartender bows and hurries off. Aiden looks around again. He catches sight of Wesley sitting at a corner of the bar. One of the waitresses is filling a cup on Wesley's table.
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“Mr Wesley, even if you tell me to cut my throat for you, I'll do that right now. I mean, I’ve been trying to figure out what work to do to get Harper a ring but it's…you know how hard it is to make money, don't you?” “Well, I don't.” Wesley takes another sip. “Making money has been the easiest thing for me.” From where he sits, Aiden wants nothing more than to splash the wine in front of him on Wesley's face. Making money sure sounds easy for a man who uses his suit to clean coffee just for a contract.“Actually, I am the owner of this bar,” Wesley says. “But, shush, don't tell Harper. I don't want her to be worried about my networth.” Aiden tries hard to resist a scoff. “You must be trying really hard to live as a secret billionaire.” Wesley shrugs. “I want you to go to Harper's parents…tell them you said a few silly things at the grocery store without knowing the owner of the Vicholas group was around.” “I don't really un
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Harper paces up and and down the room. She sits at the foot of the bed. She soon springs to her feet, goes to the window. There is still no sight of Aiden. The time reads 10:30 and still there is no sight of him. He left with her brother in the morning but Bryan came back long ago alone. And when she tried asking Bryan? She got nothing other than a sharp “am I his security guard?” She grabs her phone again and dials his number. “Answer the call, please,” she pleads. The call rings on end. “Why the fuck will you not answer your damn phone?!” She snaps in frustration. What if something bad happened to him? Her heart skips a beat. The Aiden she knows will endure a thousand punches before attempting to throw one. With her heart beating fast, she calls his number again. Could some thugs have picked on him? If he doesn't answer the call this time, she'll have no choice o
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Aiden can't resist a grin. This is why he can't get annoyed with this annoying guy. Park always have a quick plan just at the perfect time for any situation. “Miss Beatrice is the CEO of the RLS group and if my eyes are still functioning, you are in her house right now—” “No way—” “Sir, this is the only thing you can do. If you were to remain in Miss Harper's house, you both are probably going to sleep one night and not wake up because there is no way I can arrange security men in that villa without that old mother-in-law of yours poking around with her nose to find out what is going on.” Does he have to describe the woman like that though? Aiden tries not to grin. This is a serious matter. “So?” “Since Miss Beatrice already perceives you as a kind of rich person, it'll be easy to set up security around her house.” “You're suggesting…” “Yes, sir. You have to stay in Miss Beatr
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Park has been working with Aiden for some time now but he still can't get over the fear he has to deal with whenever Aiden makes crazy decisions like this. Too stubborn a boss. He tosses his phone on the table after Aiden hangs up. He paces around the room. How the fuck can he ensure the safety of this stubborn boss of his and still include Harper in the plan? Just as he's about to kick the table in frustration, a plan waltzes into his head. At the other end, the gate finally opens, a strange woman with red hair smiles ruefully at Aiden. “So sorry, I was taking my bath.” “Oh…” but did she have to say that? Damn. “Um…is Miss Beatrice around?” “Yes. She's in her room. She has headphones over head with some crazy whatever she is listening to blaring in her ears,” the red-haired woman says. “Oh…I actually came to see her.” “Of course. Come in,” she opens the gate wider for Aiden. Aiden glances at the blue van again. Nothing weird. It looks like it was just parked there. “My nam
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“Well, you asked for it. I was going to be gentle with you.” All the crowd cheers. He aims the first punch at Aiden. Aiden dodges it with no effort at all. Two minutes later, the coach is sweating, his clothes drenched with sweat but Aiden? Not even a drop of sweat. Feeling a bit bored, Aiden holds the man. “How about you try defending against my punches now?” He clenches his fist. “You think that tiny wrist of yours can hurt me?” He laughs. “Bring it on.” He thrust his hands in his pocket, imitating Aiden. Aiden slowly brings his hands out of his pocket. All the rage he's been holding in all these while fully let out. He throws a punch at the coach, first at the stomach area. The man flies across the room. Not yet. His rage has not subsided yet. Aiden strides to the end of the room. He throws blows on the stupid man's face. When it's obvious the man won't be able to open hi
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“Watch me, you see the way I'm clenching my fist?” The martial art coach clenches a fist in front of Aiden's face. Aiden looks at it, pretends to look really confused. “Babe, just do what he says, okay?” His wife calls from across the room. Aiden glances at her, nods and smiles. The martial arts coach resists rolling his eyes. So this is the man his dear Harper has been married to all these years? This useless man who can't hold a punch? “Now watch me…you're going to hit me back…” before he completes the sentence, he already throws a punch at Aiden near the stomach area. Aiden wants to shake it off like it doesn't hurt—because it doesn't actually hurt—seeing his wife watching, he lets out a groan. The aim is to pretend to be as innocent and weak as possible to carry out his mission in that house. “Let's try again.” The coach throws another punch at Aiden. He is trying hard to hold back his grin at the sa
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Under it, there another message;I LIED ABOUT THAT CONTRACT. HARPER GOT IT HERSELF. I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW FOR FUTURE SAKE—SHIT HAPPENS. YOU KNOW I'M WATCHING YOUR EVERY MOVEMENT, RIGHT? DON'T TRY ANYTHING FUNNY. I HAVE EYES EVERYWHERE. She collapses against the wall. How does Wesley know about these things? No one knows she's not Harper's real mother. They moved to New York because of this. And…wait a minute. What does Wesley mean about having eyes everywhere? Spy…She gasps. He didn't plant spy cameras here, right? She goes to her closet, searches through it. Like she would find something. A spy camera, anything. She can't. She runs his hand through her hair, sudden sweat breaking all over her body. This is all because of that stupid Aiden.If Wesley had gotten married to Harper as soon as he came back to New York, all these wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't go around checking for ways to threaten her. That stupid son of a bitch. He must leave this house today. She storms
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“It was mother. Want me to grab a cup of coffee for you?” “No. We're heading to the gym this morning. Classes start at seven.” She tosses the duvet off her, getting out of bed. She has a fucking determined look on her face that fascinations Aiden as he watches her. “This must stop,” she says under her breath in something close to rage as she slips into a gown. Aiden doesn't say anything. Saying something at a time like this is not going to make things any better so he follows her outside when she's done dressing. They cross across the living room when they both see Bryan dragging a traveling bag with him, holding two suitcases in both hands. “What's with the bags?” Harper stops walking. “It's either I pack out of this house or your stupid husband does today,” Bryan snarls. “How many times have I told you not to refer to him—”“Shut up, stupid girl,” Bryan snaps. “If you've got half of a brain, you'd ask me how yesterday went.” Without being asked to, he continues. “This stupi
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"Yeah. I got this phone just to speak with you, mom,” Aiden manages to say without stuttering from shock. “Good, son. I'm really proud of you. We'll talk tomorrow.” Aiden hangs up. Unable to control his weight, he falls against the wall. Just how far does the woman plan to go? Hasn't she done enough? All of a sudden, the gate flings open. Before Aiden can get his balance, he sees his wife coming out from the gate. “He's seven feet tall with blue eyes. Kind of small lips…I don't know…but he's got some hair in his hands. Not too much. And…yeah…tattoo? No. He has no tattoo. No beard… please find him within the next five minutes. I don't care how. I think some strange woman has abducted him. No. He'll never cheat on me,” she says the last part more sharply than she's been talking all the while.“He's twenty five…” her lips tremble, the phone slipping out of her hand as she sees Aiden standing against the wall. She rus
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Harper paces up and and down the room. She sits at the foot of the bed. She soon springs to her feet, goes to the window. There is still no sight of Aiden. The time reads 10:30 and still there is no sight of him. He left with her brother in the morning but Bryan came back long ago alone. And when she tried asking Bryan? She got nothing other than a sharp “am I his security guard?” She grabs her phone again and dials his number. “Answer the call, please,” she pleads. The call rings on end. “Why the fuck will you not answer your damn phone?!” She snaps in frustration. What if something bad happened to him? Her heart skips a beat. The Aiden she knows will endure a thousand punches before attempting to throw one. With her heart beating fast, she calls his number again. Could some thugs have picked on him? If he doesn't answer the call this time, she'll have no choice o
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“Mr Wesley, even if you tell me to cut my throat for you, I'll do that right now. I mean, I’ve been trying to figure out what work to do to get Harper a ring but it's…you know how hard it is to make money, don't you?” “Well, I don't.” Wesley takes another sip. “Making money has been the easiest thing for me.” From where he sits, Aiden wants nothing more than to splash the wine in front of him on Wesley's face. Making money sure sounds easy for a man who uses his suit to clean coffee just for a contract.“Actually, I am the owner of this bar,” Wesley says. “But, shush, don't tell Harper. I don't want her to be worried about my networth.” Aiden tries hard to resist a scoff. “You must be trying really hard to live as a secret billionaire.” Wesley shrugs. “I want you to go to Harper's parents…tell them you said a few silly things at the grocery store without knowing the owner of the Vicholas group was around.” “I don't really un
