Anthony said he wanted to buy Mable lunch today when he dropped her home last night. “Alright. I’ll pick you up.” Anthony sounded pleased. “It’s okay. Just text me the address of the restaurant. I’ll make my way over.” “Okay.” After the phone call, Anthony took less than five minutes to send a text over. Mable put on some makeup, picked a random outfit, and fed 23 before setting out. Anthony and Mable arrived around the same time at the chosen restaurant. She was speechless to see Anthony holding a bouquet of champagne roses. “Flowers for the pretty lady.” Anthony presented the champagne roses to her. “I don’t like them.” Mable did not accept the flowers. She promised Blair he was the only person she would accept roses from. A person who once owned a garden of roses would not think a bouquet of roses was good enough. Anthony lamented as he handed the flowers to his assistant. “Really? What do you like? I’ll make sure to get your favorite flowers next time.”
As Mable yelled, the two masked men pulled the trigger. Mable bolted over and pulled away the woman closest to her. They rolled onto the ground, evading the incoming bullets in a near escape. “Get up, quick!” Without stopping to think, Mable tried to help the woman up when someone put a gun to her head. “Don’t move!” The woman next to Mable turned white as a sheet as she fell onto the ground and passed out. Mable looked up and coldly met the eyes of the armed robber. “Get inside!” With a gun stuck to her head, the robber pushed Mable into the bank. She saw another five to six armed robbers in the bank. Mable had to sit tight since there were many innocent people involved. The robber pushed Mable, whose hands were up in the air, into the bank. “Hands over your head, and on your knees!” Mable obeyed the instructions and glanced at the scared others. She took a quick assessment of the situation in the hall. There were seven robbers, all of them armed. Two were
Someone shouted on the outside, “Take it easy. We are working on getting everything you asked for.” The leader of the robbers scoffed and fired a shot at the bank manager’s leg. “Agh!” The bank manager shrieked in pain and collapsed to the ground. The hostages on the ground were terrified. The leader of the robbers put a gun to Mable’s head and looked at the cops outside arrogantly. “Give me that bull crap, and I’ll kill another.” Mable tensed her jawline. These robbers were not ordinary people. Not only were they always a step ahead of the authorities, but they were not intimidated by the police presence. Most importantly, they were bloodthirsty. If Mable’s guess was correct, these people had blood on their hands before. “Stop screaming. Shut up!” One of the robbers kicked the injured bank manager. Mable glanced at the bank manager and said, “I’m a doctor. Let me tend to his wound, or he’ll bleed out.” “A doctor?” The leader of the robbers looked at Mable and
It was 10:00 PM at Lindars Castle. Fasier experienced a drop in temperature lately, with rain pouring down for days. Spike was sick again. The boy took his medicine and lay in bed at night. Spike looked at the photo of him and his mother on the phone, missing her so much. Spike missed his mother and wondered what she was doing now. It must be the afternoon in Dorland. Spike looked at his mother’s photo in hesitation. In the end, the longing was too strong, so he opened his contact list. He turned off the lights and snuck under the sheets before dialing the number. Spike listened to the ringing while holding his breath nervously. Ring, ring, ring—The call finally connected. Spike was on tenterhooks. For some reason, there was no sound on the other end of the line. Why was his mother not talking? It took a while before a strange man’s voice came on the call. “Hey? Hello?” Spike was taken aback. Who was the guy? Why was his mother’s phone with him? “Hello?
A member of the household help on duty upstairs came down to inform the group of the news. Tracey put her phone down and rushed upstairs with Kyle and Solomon. The sedative could put Blair to sleep for several hours. However, it could not ease his agitation. Blair woke up to a splitting head, ready for an outburst. Seeing how awful Blair looked, Tracey asked with worry, “Are you alright, Blair?” Solomon rubbed his shoulders. “Chill out, Blair. Kyle and I are hurt. We'll have to check ourselves into the hospital if we have to fight you again.” Kyle said, “I’ve contacted Paul. He’ll be here tomorrow.” Blair pinched between his brows and replied in a husky voice, “Get out. I need a moment to myself.” The best thing to do when he could not control his emotions was to stay away from them. “Blair—” Tracey was about to speak when the bedroom door swung open. Amos barged in, looking anxious. “Master Blair, Ms. Jefferson—” “Amos!” Solomon cut Amos off right away before A
Even though Mable could not see, she knew what was tied to her waist. It was a bomb. Mable held her breath, knowing better than to do anything reckless. It never occurred to her that these robbers would have bombs. The car raced along the road for an hour before stopping. The robbers hopped out of the car, and soon, a few more approached. “Boss, the coast is clear. Let’s get out of here.” “Come on.” The car engine roared. Mable guessed they must have gone with the other SUV. She cautiously moved her wrists and quickly untied the rope. Mable removed the blindfold and realized she was with the other hostages in the car. Her intuition was right. The robbers were long gone. She looked down at what was tied to her waist. As she suspected, it was a bomb. The bomb had not been activated, so it would not go off when she removed it. Mable sighed in relief and told the tied-up hostage next to her. “The robbers are gone. Turn to the side. I’ll untie you.” The hostage w
“Don’t come any closer, Blair!” Mable shouted. Blair paused and saw the bomb strapped to Mable’s waist through the opened car window. His breath was hitched, and he rushed into the car without hesitation. Mable’s eyes welled up. “Are you trying to die, Blair? I have a bomb on me. Stay away from me.” “Please evacuate, Master Blair. The bomb squad is on their way. Leave this to us.” A police officer caught up and tried to talk some sense into him. Blair closed the car door, his gaze piercing. “Get out of here. No one should come close.” Furious and anxious, Mable stared at Blair stiffly. “What are you doing, Blair? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Blair looked at the bomb on Mable and held her hand. “Let go, Mabes. Give me the scissors.” “What are you trying to do? This is a bomb, Blair. It’s not funny.” If the bomb exploded, it would kill her outright. She did not need anyone else to die with her.Blair pried her hand open and snatched the scissors from her. He
Blair stroked Mable’s face. His fingers tenderly brushed away the tears from her eyes. “I’m proposing to you, Mabes.” He was willing to give his life for his beloved. “Is that a yes, Mabes?” Blair stared deep into Mable’s eyes. “Yes.” Mable gave a solemn nod. If they were able to get through it, she would be glad to marry Blair. She did not want to run anymore. Nobody knew what tomorrow would bring. She did not want to leave the world with regret. After getting his answer, Blair took a deep breath in relief. “Mabes, if you lie to me again, I won’t let you leave even if I have to tie you up.” Blair focused on the white wire on the bomb and cut it without hesitation. Beep! As the timer let out a shrill beep, the digits stopped at the twelve-second countdown. The bomb did not go off, and the timer stopped moving. Mable's tense nerves finally relaxed.. Blair lifted his head and looked at Mable with a relaxed smile. “We bet right, Mabes.” Mable looked at her as h