Roger glared at his daughter.“Honestly, I don't know him, Dad,” Clara protested.“Anyway, I came here because you asked me to. Can we get over what you want to discuss with me? It's the weekend.”Clara frowned, seeing that Ryan didn't appear to be joking. “I asked you to come? When?”“Last night.” Ryan took his phone from his pocket and showed both dather and daughter an email. “You even told me to come as early as possible because you and your family are going on a picnic today.”Clara ran her hand through her hair, looking completely bewildered. “Am I running crazy? I haven't used that email address for the past two months.”That was pretty easy. Copper had hacked into Clara's laptop last night and had sent this mail to Ryan.“Stop pretending. I knew you never did like Tracy in the first place. After all I had to go through to get him for you, you still went ahead to get another manager without informing me?” Roger sh
“Pass card?” He asked, looking sternly at Ryan as if he was daring Ryan to do something weird so that he'd make him realize the gun in his hand wasn't some fancy toy.Ryan gave the pass card to the guy who took it and stared at it for some seconds before returning it back.“Go,” he said.Ryan had just put the car in gear when he heard the guy tell him to stop again.“The guy who gave you the card, where is he?” “I don't know,” Ryan said. “Seems like he went to that side.” Ryan pointed in a direction far from the place the security guard they were asking of was sleeping peacefully.The guard looked at the second one. “He must have gone to the toilet again.”The other one hissed. “He should go fix his bladder before it's too late. What's with him urinating every two seconds?”They started walking away.Ryan let out a deep breath.At the second gate, he encountered no problem. The guards there ju
He tried to calm himself. Losing his temper here isn't going to solve any damn thing.Some hours later, he already read what he needed to know about the first man. Tomorrow would be the best day to meet the man. Since it's going to be the end of the weekend, he might as well start the damn assignment instead of staying stuck on the thought of why he's concerned about some shitty tears that came from Stephanie's face.Early the next morning, Ryan wore one of the expensive clothes he bought some days ago. He put on an expensive chain and with the help of Landon, his hair was perfectly combed."You look like a world star," Landon said and stepped aside for Ryan to look at himself in the mirror.Ryan nodded. “Thanks,” he muttered.“Make sure to come back alive. I'm not good at writing statements.”Ryan smiled and glanced at Landon. “I'll keep that in mind.”Landon patted him on the back and yawned in that annoying
Ryan went to a corner where he could see the entrance of the restaurant and at the same time not be seen.He fumbled with his pocket for a cigarette and a lighter. This time, he didn't feel any sense of relaxation until he had taken several drags of the cigarette.He leaned on the wall.He tried to organize his emotions. Yeah, he's angry. Why? Because Stephanie came to the restaurant and pissed him off.Yeah, he feels like shit. Why? Because Stephanie was crying before he left her.Why the hell should he be bothered by whether Stephanie cries or not? For all she's done to him, she deserves to cry tears enough to fill an ocean. This is one of the times when he feels like his mind is a messed up thing. If he can, he'd just replace the freaking mind to a more obedient one.The last thing he should be feeling right now is concern for Stephanie. He shut his eyes and took a long drag. He gave up
No one clapped, every eye turned in her direction.Stephanie used that opportunity to lower her sunglasses so that Brenda would see her.Brenda scoffed. "I'll increase my donation to ten thousand dollars."Stephanie smiled. "I'll increase mine to twelve thousand dollars.""Fifteen thousand dollars," Brenda said."Twenty thousand dollars," Stephanie said."Twenty five thousand dollars," Brenda said.By now, everyone had stopped eating. They were all looking in surprise at the two women who were calling out money they wanted to donate like they were calling ordinary numbers."Fifty thousand dollars," Stephanie said.Ryan shut his eyes. He let out a soft groan in frustration. What exactly is Stephanie doing? "Seventy thousand dollars," Brenda said.Stephanie scoffed. "A million dollars."The woman who owned the restaurant laughed nervously. "Well... Actually...""Two mi
Stephanie took off her sunglasses and looked at the restaurant in disgust. Does this kind of place still exist? How can people even come here to eat?"Are you sure this is the place?" She asked her driver for the hundredth time that evening."Yes, ma'am." Stephanie put her sunglasses back on. She's really going crazy. What if not madness would make her go through the stress of looking for Ryan's house and coming to this place? She should just drive back home. But... This stupid free food party is the only natural way she can get to meet Ryan. With the cold shoulder Ryan has been treating her since the divorce, the last thing she can do now is to go meet him in his house."Should I drive you back to the Villa, ma'am?" Her driver asked."No. I'm going in."She adjusted her sunglasses and waited for the driver to open the car door to her.To think she has gone through the stress of g
"As I was saying..." Landon put more clothes in the washing machine. "You should stop smoking." "Don't give me that sermon if you don't have a substitute for what I can use to calm my nerves when I need to," Ryan said."What was your first time like? Similar to mine?" Ryan shook his head. "I didn't cough or puke, I just felt disgusted by it but the second time I tried it, it was fun." His phone rang."Who's calling?" He asked Landon.Landon took the phone on the chair and checked the caller ID. "Second mom.""That's my stepmother." Ryan left the trainers he was washing. He dried his hands with his clothes and collected the phone from Landon."I want to say hi to her; for the money she sent," Landon whispered as Ryan answered the call.Ryan nodded. "Hi, mom.""How are you doing, Ryan?" "Great.""Have you eaten this morning?" "Not yet. We're doing the laundry."
"They are all over the moon about your picture.""That's serious," Ryan muttered, pretending to be really serious."The worst part is that I don't know how to stop them.""That's serious," Ryan muttered again.Ryan looked at her some moment later when she didn't say anything. Her look sent him daggers. "What?""Were you even listening to me?" "Of course. You said the company is in an uproar because of me.""Why are you even putting on a head warmer?" Before Ryan could move away from her, she pulled the head warmer off his head. The glare on her face immediately turned to shock.Ryan rubbed his eyes. "I hit my head on the wall yesterday."She didn't say anything."You know about my friend, right? That friend of mine that I told you that we are living together... You know him, right? We were playing some naughty game
Ryan's eyes widened. He had almost forgotten that Landon was inside. But... He was even more surprised about the fact that the butler knew about Landon than the fact that Landon might have heard everything he discussed with the butler.As if reading his mind, the butler said, "I knew about him as soon as he stepped inside this house.""How?" "Like I said the other time, Master knows about everything you do. He knows about your every movement."Yeah, that can only be possible for a man who's got connection everywhere, even in the sea, Mr Lopez must have some sort of connection with the fishes. Just how the man couldn't figure out he (Ryan) was missing on the night when he was kidnapped never ceases to amaze Ryan."Well, Landon is more scared of girls than guns," Ryan said.The butler chuckled. "Sir, are you okay? For real?" The butler said, looking at Ryan in concern."Yes.""Really?" Ryan no