On the flip side, inside Paul and Agatha's unit, one of the two men finally broke the silence that reigned upon them for so long. Opening his mouth and eyeing the young man piercingly, Fred let out a low voice showing undisguised wariness and hostility."So lad, how the hell did you guess who I am?"When Paul brought down his cup of tea, a part of his hand made contact with the tabletop, the coldness from its surface transferring a bit to his skin. Outside, it was already dark and silent. The silhouettes of the other buildings and billboards were barely visible from the window. Up in the sky, bright stars twinkled softly.Inside the room though, the conversation between the two had long proceeded, and it was nowhere near the peacefulness of the scenery outside. It got to the point where Paul's face could only be as cold as the person sitting in front of him, if not colder, after all his efforts to make the current situation as pleasant as possible went down the drain.The two simply
A factory located at Aurora City was blown up this time, most likely turned into nothing but tall heaps of ashes, the culprit — the annoying bomber kid. The report came to him more or less a minute after Fred Moore left his condo unit.'If Sandro Smith is the one who did the attack, then Fred must be doing something else around that time, only sending signals to this boy when he left my place.'Paul's eyes squinted, the grip on the phone tightened so much that cracking noises were starting to transmit to his assistant's ear from the other line."Sir, we're already making our staffs work on double-checking the casualties and damages. However, you have to know that this Styrofoam factory within Aurora City is operating round the clock, and thus, there were at least 200 people there when the explosion happened. So far, only less than 30 survivors are found, with only 5 or so are lightly injured..."'In other words, the rest are heavily wounded...'Paul hurriedly ordered him to arrange th
Dinnertime had already past therefore the people of the McArthney residence were surprised to see a familiar young man marching into the place. As if he just came out of his office, he was still wearing a white dress shirt, black pants which fitted nicely to his thighs but hang loosely on the legs except on the calves, and black dress shoes slightly pointed at the tip. The illumination behind him was a bit dim, dampened by the night scenery at the back. Despite this though, when he entered the brightly lit mansion, he still looked as imposing as ever due to his terrifying momentum.It was Paul whose face and aura was openly broadcasting to the world how bad his current mood was as he took big strides in."Where's the head?" His steps loudly reverberating in the hall, he swept his icy orbs around. The maids and housekeepers who unluckily met his stares flinched, their bodies feeling the sudden chill colder than the later days of December. Not wanting the fortune of receiving even the s
No one knew what kind of talk proceeded amongst the three. The maids and house helpers didn't dare to go near the library, fearing to get the ire of the cranky-headed younger McArthney.Sandro, too, who was both curious and fearful of Fred Moore was far away, threatened to run errands again, this time only within Alina.Time just flew by and by the moment they finished their discussion, only Conrad's face had a hint of a smile on it. Paul's eyes were only staring meaningfully at his beloved's lunatic father, Fred, beholding the other's unfriendly countenance that became so stiff, it could even rival a rock.Actually, if only the two would gaze into Paul's eyes more intently, they would realize the brooding look on them, as though the man was not really believing in the compromise Fred had made.The unreasonable had a mind that works differently from normal. It wouldn't be too surprising to suddenly find the person doing the opposite of wha
Ten minutes later.The sky above had already turned reddish, seemingly warning everyone under that the sun would be setting within thirty minutes.Fortunately, the girl's car finally entered Alina's boundary, speeding along the highway which would lead to the heart of the city.Yet unfortunately, Agatha didn't have the chance to marvel at the sky-high ice walls that previously surrounded her whole home city as it had quietly vanished to not alert her that something alarming took place within it.'I have to let him know that I'm back.'Pursing her lips, she took out her phone from her clutch and powered it on. She didn't have to wait long to see that Paul had just recently sent her a message, asking her where she was. A beautiful smile blossomed from her red lips. The arc resulted by that action was very gentle and breathtaking, probably enhanced by the contrast of the red to her very fair skin.Her right forefin
The place was still within the boundaries.It was an intersection ahead. The body frame of the traffic lights there was quite big since it was not only regulating the intersection, but also the underpass beneath it. There, on top was Sandro Smith laughing. When Agatha regained clarity of her mind, looking back to the crazy attacker who just suddenly popped out of nowhere, the first thing that she wondered was not how he appeared here.'Am I his next target?'Panting so hard and audibly, she roamed her eyes around to check how many people were in the surroundings and if her driver was still alive. Not long after, her gaze flickered back to the person now jumping down to the road.Aside from getting some bruises and cuts on her skin, she was fairly safe and did not get caught in the fire and explosion. Her driver was alive, only his forehead and right arm were bathed in crimson, bleeding due to some long cuts and gashes there. It was not the case with the people nearby her car though.S
Paul had already dealt with all the troubles Fred Moore had caused him, using Conrad's name as a shield to everyone not content with everything he had decided. Those not still resigned to his resolution received his deadly glares, his assistant Dylan silently writing down the name of the stupid people to his blacklist, the one which would be then forwarded to the head of the McArthney family.This means that not only Paul's group of companies would be ending their ties with these people, but the whole of McArthney Corporation.Right now, the problems the two unpredictable hosts brought him were already enough. He didn't want any other anymore, therefore, those businessmen who didn't want to back down, thinking this was their chance to step down on him or milk him out of some favor or benefits, he just nipped their ambitions in the bud by terminating all relationships the McArthney had with them.These people would hear about it later, but once they do, Paul was sure that they'd bang t
If you're thinking she's under an illusion, I would have loved to play along but I'm sorry, your guess is incorrect."It was the same baritone voice, but unlike its usual crazy tone laced with both anger and madness, it was unbelievably calm, so foreign and distant that it sent shivers down Paul's spine.'You...'Recognizing what the words of the other man who just popped out of nowhere implied, Paul badly wanted to tear the person in front of him into pieces even if he was the only remaining blood-relative of Agatha."...Why are you still doing this? Haven't I've shown you enough proof that I won't die and can be enough of a helper to her?"Such a stupid father who only knew how to bring chaos and heartbreaks to his daughter and the people around her. May the gods forgive him for asking, but why does someone like him exist? Since he was so high-ranking, how come he didn't know that after he abandoned her, Paul was currently his daughter's only pillar of support?Fred, still dressed i