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
"I was sent by no one!" He firmly replied. He had every justification to mix anger in his tone as he was wrongly accused.Fred looked away from him, his eyes resting upon the crying figure of his daughter. It had been three months since he last saw this girl, and he could see that many things changed about her. The eyeglasses were gone, even though she has his shape and color of the eyes, her looks now greatly resembled her mother, especially with her complexion being so fair. With good quality clothes on her back, her whole body was giving off a noble aura far from the ordinariness that it used to emit to everyone.His daughter had grown into a big beauty within three months, but this beautiful girl was currently begging the medical staff that rushed over from an ambulance that had just arrived. With tears rolling down her pale and almost bloodless cheeks, she grabbed the arm of the first medical personnel she caught sight of and repeatedly shouted to save the
"Lad, are you really a non-host?"Fred's gaze went back to him, Paul stayed quiet and listened."Normal Level 9s won't be able to hurt you. All we can do is trap you in this kind of realm. If we don't, you'll probably then be able to practically walk away with anything in the real world. With all these capabilities, aren't you the best assassin to kill immoral hosts? Who made you? No, you have real records since birth. No clone has a real-life account, I'm referring to people's histories that existed and could be dug by the system.... So I'm thinking you could only be someone under another high-level host like me. So who is it again?""Didn't I already tell you that I'm not a spy sent by anybody?""So if you are from the past or the future, who, then, is the stupid Level 10 fool who used one of his hard-earned wishes to send a mere non-host back in time?"Paul wanted to tell the name so he could shut the man up, but something co