CHAPTER 4
Author: Eziaku
last update2026-06-26 17:58:34

Kevin couldn't read it all without feeling like smashing the phone in his hand.

They were over three million viewers, then coming to the comment section. The worst of it.

“So you managed him for all these years and we never knew?”

“Such men as him ought to be locked behind bars.”

“Why don't you track him, send his location and we're gonna strip-beat him up!”

Kevins patience was getting slimmer.

He needed a place to cool his temper as he could never plan anything reasonable under such a mood.

He decided to answer the woman's call. Before he didn't want to.

“Maybe she's beautiful. Who knows what she's gonna offer me.” Lofty, lustful thoughts filled his mind as he revealed his rare evil smirk.

With the last money in his pocket, he took a ride there. It took three hours to reach there and when he did arrive he was told it's a pack. One for the elites.

“Maybe she's inside,” he said within himself. He brought out his phone to call but it didn't go. A small voice asked him to wait and try again later.

While waiting, he saw a couple, both man and woman looking so familiar but the man grabbed his attention more.

He gasped. “Why does he look like my brother?” He gasped. Kevin looked deeper as the young man turned and it was him. He strode forward to hug him.

Approaching him, he realized that the woman on his side is Ivy.

Silence enveloped his thoughts for a second as he paused in his steps, the earth beneath feeling the heat.

“What's this? Alan? When did you return from abroad? Is she your new wife?”

“Bro?” Alan looked aghast. “Why are you looking so tattered?”

“Ivy, do you know him?” Ivy asked, confused.

“Darling, this is my bro. The one I told you he's gonna inherit grandpa's stuff but I won't let him, I had to get married to you and get kids early. It didn't matter whether we were in the same state or not.”

“Where's your wife? Didn't you promise grandpa you'll make a good family, you had to beat your wife if not that my babe here got a lawyer for her, you'd kill her.”

“Huh?” Kevin was speechless.

Ivy, who was now trembling, grabbed Alan. “Let's get out of here. He's dangerous. He must have tracked me here.”

“What baby, I said this is my brother.”

He didn't say one or two when Kevin grabbed his collar so tight and his eyes turned red with fury. “What are you doing with my wife?”

“Which wife?” Ivy barked.

“Who? Which wife? You must be insane?” Alan pushed Kevin off but Kevin came back at him pulling him tighter to which Alan slapped him.

Kevin tripled the slap on Alan’s face, causing Alan to spit out blood.

“Jealous your promise to grandpa never came true. Look, I've got two lovely children and I'm gonna take the Group from you.” he spoke like that would be his victory.

Adrenaline spiraled in Kevin and he threw a deep punch on Alan, forcing blood off his mouth. Alan fell, rolling on the ground. Ivy quickly called 911, sending her location. Before Kevin realized, the cops had arrived. People had gathered.

“No wonder you said the truth, he's a woman beater!”

“If he could treat a man like this, he'd kill a woman.” They began to murmur.

“He should be locked away in an underground cell.” Ivy gave the order to the police. As a public figure, she was certain to be heard.

Kevin stood there barely flinching. His face remained still. His assurance was wherever they take him to, no matter how long he stayed there, once he's out, he'll mercilessly fuck their lives up.

They handcuffed him and were ready to take him away amidst the boos when a sweet, feminine voice rang out loud from the crowd. Everyone turned to see a young woman running towards Kevin and the police.

Silence fell everywhere. It was the governor’s daughter. The billionaire fashion mogul, Camilla Harry. Pretty as hell, Ivy was a joke where Camilla was. A golden blond with an ethereal glowing skin, the eyes of a goddess, scorching brow. Her shape was the sexiest of all models.

Kevin gulped.

His heart stopped. He tried remembering the series of people he's encountered in terrible situations and saved. This face seemed like one of them.

“Are you….” The words fell inside his throat staring at Camilla.

“Yes, it's me. Sorry I kept you waiting. I guess you got into a fight?” Her face darkened with remorse. “I'm so sorry, hope you weren't hurt?” She began to touch him, feeling his hand, glaring through his face to the bewilderment of everyone.

“You're a good man, with what you did to me. Anyone whom you fought with ought to be at fault.” Her eyes drifted to Alan.

Ivy felt a pang of jealousy at the sight of the beauty!

“Who's this?” He hissed, Ivy rushed at him trying to make her keep quiet.

“What are you trying to say? You...” Ivy forcefully placed her hand disrupting his words but he pushed her off.

“Let me talk!”

The police left Kevin and were advancing at Alan but Camilla stopped them with a wicked grin. “Leave him. I didn't come here to fight. We'll look into this another day. My dad wants to meet you.”

“The governor? Gov. Aldric Basilio.” Kevin stuttered, trying to process what he just heard.

“Yes, he wants to see you.”

“For?” Kevin asked.

“There's no time to waste. When we get there, you will know.” Everyone looked at him, speechless as Kevin was finally released. He left with Camilla.

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