Mr. Sinclair was just about to take his words back when Paul's cold glare shut him up again.
"You done?"
The demon magnate asked. Despite being seated, the younger man seemingly appeared taller than any mountain in Mr. Sinclair's eyes. Couple with the other's glare, the fat shareholder felt himself turning so small. He no longer had any way out, he realized. Now, he could only regret why he allowed a devil to possess him to actually dared to plan against this monster. Not looking anymore at the middle-aged pig sweating buckets from his icy glances, Paul said,
"You wasted so much of everyone's time with your nonsense. Do you know that?"
Paul signaled the one in charge with the projector to take down the current slides. After Paul saw the next representative nervously preparing, he looked down to the documents on the table. Without sparing the despairing old fatty another glance, he stated,
"Somewhere in this world, Mr. Sinclair, there'
The sun outside was gradually nearing the horizon on the west side of the world hence the color of the sky was also changing its hue every passing minute. It was no longer as clear and sky blue as a few hours ago because it turned into a harmonious color palette of red and orange tones. Still beautiful, but subtly reminding everyone that within two hours, the brightest source of light every daytime would be retiring for the night.'She's still not here?'Paul asked himself since Agatha had not yet returned even after ten minutes. The one talking to him about a branch of a mall to be opened at Jasper City cleverly stopped when he saw Paul frowning at his wristwatch, only continuing when the man raised his head again. To the middle-aged mustached man's relief, Paul did not abandon their discussion for whatever had distracted him earlier. Their talk smoothly ended and though only one of them was smiling when they parted ways, it was already the envy
Without him knowing, the woman left behind by him was staring at his back with seriousness on her face. Her posture was already corrected, and she was no longer faking feeling hurt by the collision. Now when looked closely, even though she appeared solemn, her eyes were actually giving off a menacing vibe. It was quite a contrast to the easy-going look she was sporting half an hour ago.<System: Host, it seemed that he's immune to your mind-control.>It said when nothing happened to the man even though he directly gazed into her slightly glowing pair of orbs. The woman wearing a black long dress who should have departed already for her flight narrowed her eyes which had just flashed with a dangerous gleam.She called out,'...System.'The entity replied shortly,<System: Hmm?>Its tone was suggesting that it was waiting for her next words.'Agatha Mo
Time passed that he was only frowning while massaging his forehead as he stood at the end of the short corridor. In front, there were two people arguing. In fact, the shorter one was showing so much cold anger in her face like any given second, her palm would fly on the other's cheeks. The other appeared to be purposely annoying the first, and if the pain was not only bothering his brain so much, Paul would have probably crossed the remaining distance and shoulder-threw him down the floor. Initially, he found it odd that this particular scene triggered a great wave of memories inside his brain. But now he knew why, and why he kept on getting deja vus in the past two months...'If these set of memories are correct, it's then telling me that my Baby is a host too?'The frown was still on his face when he asked himself too,'Why am I suddenly having this set of memories?'He gritted his teeth. The pain wa
A little more than five minutes had passed and the two were finally on their way to the laboratory. They left a minute after the woman Paul called arrived. They no longer knew what took place thereafter. But Agatha's face was cold. She was already away from the pest, but her mood did not recover. The girl couldn't forget what that fierce female elitist had said when she turned to Paul and saw her behind him.'Cradle-snatcher.'Yes, that was what that whoever beautiful fiancee of Marc Goldwin called Paul. A cradle-snatcher, a person married or in a sexual relationship with someone younger. The woman must be of a great standing if she could speak to him like this. Great for her. But the female immoral host didn't like that this newcomer called him that. While this could be said true due to him being six or seven years older than her, because that woman's tone was clearly full of disdain, Agatha couldn't get it out of her mind and her heart was very
As Agatha was in the middle of her own emotional turmoil, her system also did not let this opportunity to slip and gladly reminded her that without him, the great and exalted system, she would have never had a chance to experience standing in front of those higher-ups or stand next to a Paul McArthney and be recognized as a daughter of a fairly influential family. It enumerated every reason it could think of why she was nothing compared to Brienne. However, Agatha was too preoccupied with something she couldn't name, so she didn't respond to it. Anyway, the girl already understood what it wanted to tell her long ago so instead of having herself be incensed by its words, she only told herself that she couldn't let things continue this way.'No! He's the only one I have. I can't lose him too!'She thought as she secretly bit her lower lip.'That Brienne is luckily already engaged to someone.''But what if in the fut
Meanwhile, Paul, who was watching the scene in front, asked,"Before this, did your people do surgery on her?"Lauren immediately replied,"Oh? Now that you asked this, yeah. We did. This morning, we took out her kidneys. And it's two, if you're thinking of one. And guess what? We just found out," she paused, grimacing for a second, "...my mistake, I mean, confirmed that she could regenerate body parts!"Gone was the annoyance in the woman's face after saying this. Only extreme excitement was there. Lauren was like a kid who discovered a very magical world in an amusement park. Verifying that there was really someone who could heal without the support of the current science and technology marveled her so much. The woman's body was radiating madness and happiness. Her eyes sparkled in anticipation of what more mysteries she'd discover inside this fine specimen's body. Of course, her number one priority was to discover how the specimen regener
A tall but lanky young man walked into a relatively populated supermarket located near the biggest church in the city. He was wearing a gray long sleeve shirt which hung loosely from his shoulders, a pair of blue fitting denim, and a pair of slightly worn out rubber shoes. His eyes lacked enthusiasm and luster on it. Paired with how the edges of his lips were pulled downwards as he looked around and unwillingly marched towards the vegetable stand, everyone looking at him could easily guess that he was a son forced by his mother to buy the groceries.Since the guy was quite a looker, not few turned their heads over their shoulders to glance at his direction. Of course, not many stayed their eyes at him since he was not the drop-dead handsome kind yet. But those who continue looking, mostly the mothers whose hobby was to scan every place for any future husband material for their daughters, stared at him in amazement due to his practiced and accurate picking of fre
The long-haired woman dressed in a fancy blue dress looked very frail and pitiful as she cried soundlessly next to his bike. This was especially so after he saw some sparkling tears slipping from her hand, dropping to the ground. No normal man would be able to endure looking at this pitiful sight. The woman was very hard to ignore because as she cried, she seemed like a small wounded furry animal. Eithan couldn't help but look around, consequently noticing that in this side of the road, other than him and this girl, no one was around. He sported a troubled expression again because he didn't know whether he should poke his head into this woman's business. As he reached out to his bicycle's handlebar, he felt caught in a dilemma. He was now standing so close to the crying woman, his eyes showing confusion and other complex emotions.Out of a sudden, the woman wiped the tears from her eyes and removed the hands covering her face. Although only the side of the face