Chelsea still maintained her calm composure. Her blank facial expression gave off no indications of tension or panic. She kept a relaxed and unnerved demeanor with her eyes fixed on Omar. Her lips were straight and void of any expression. Of course that was all behind the mask. In her head, her thoughts were already spiraling out of control. She was already considering random routes to take to get out of this situation but none seemed to appeal to her. The more she kept listening as Omar rambled on, the more agitated she became and wanted to react. But she couldn't. Maybe not yet. Omar chuckled. "Don't worry, there's no need to act calm and collected. I can see through all your facade now, Ms. Landore. I've already had everything figured out. And I've got enough evidences as well. So just hear me out completely and then we can re-evaluate the business deal again" he said with a smirk that Chelsea found rather agitating. He continued. "So after I put two and two together, I was able
Chelsea smiled for the first time. She immediately switched places and took hold of Omar's hands. She noticed his eyes light up a bit as the move was unexpected. That was her specialty, her unpredictability. And she was going to show him the true Chelsea Landore. The one his investigation could never show him. "That's exactly what I've been waiting for" she said. He was a bit confused. It was written all over his eyes. Then he regained his confidence. "You're not playing with me, are you?" he said. She chuckled. "I know it sounds ironic but, Omar, I had already fallen for you way before you even gave me a drink. From the first time I saw you back at Hakeem's suite in The Imperial Place, I immediately felt a tinge in my heart that you were a perfect young man. And I'm not one to mince words. "I've been with men, a lot of them. So I know what a perfect man for me should be like. And you've just proven that fact. The fact that you were able to deduce my true identity and even my affil
Chelsea waited inside the elevator till it dinged and the doors slid open. She gently walked out, elegantly taking her steps towards the exit of the hotel. "Hope you had a great stay, Madam" she heard a familiar voice and turned back. It wasn't Beatrice. "Hey there, Laura" she greeted the young, smart-looking and elegant lady who reminded her much of her younger self. "Good day, Miss Raven" Laura replied with a warm smile. "How are you doing?" Chelsea asked. "I'm pretty fine. I was just going to see the General Manager and I spotted you on your way out" Laura replied. "Oh, how kind of you. I'm in a bit of a hurry now, so I'll take my leave" Chelsea replied, smiling as best as she could under her persona. "Alright, Madam. Have a great day" the young lady said and waved her goodbye. Chelsea turned around and continued heading for the exit. She felt a bit weird for feeling so calm after killing someone. Maybe she was getting used to taking lives. Was this what Joyce was telling
Chelsea smiled as she played with the hairs on Dylan's chest. They were on the bed. They had just finished bathing together and decided to have some rest. Her head rested on his abdomen while she twirled and ran circles on his chest. He smiled at intervals, his eyes fixed on her innocent looking face as she played her rounds. Her fingers moved apart and took hold of his nipples. She gently played with them, laughing softly as she felt his heartbeat slightly increase. She was getting the reaction she wanted and it greatly pleased her. But deep down she knew where it would lead to if she played too far. So she kept her teasing to a minimum. "What are you doing?" he gently asked her, still smiling at her. She chuckled. Then she changed her expression into one of ignorance. "What am I doing? I'm just playing with you" she replied. He scoffed. "You and I both know where you're going with this" he continued, eyeing her skeptically. She pouted her lips. "I don't know what you're talking
Dylan heard his phone ring and slid across to pick up the call. "Vic" he gently said into the phone. "Pope. I think we've got a lead on who the culprit might be" Victor said from the other end. Dylan smirked. "Fill me in" he replied and walked further away from where he stood. He headed towards the study. Victor continued. "We noticed someone with a mask follow you from Golden Petals Hotel but before we could close in on him, he disappeared" he reported. Dylan exhaled. "That's still as good as nothing. I need a face and a name. Or a rough sketch at least" he replied, gently caressing his glabella. "That's it. We've been able to establish that this person follows you. Or that he has a pretty good knowledge of your destinations. So the culprit must be someone who can buy information from the hotel managers" Victor said. Dylan chuckled. "No. Not the managers. The reservations department" he replied. "In that case, it's very likely that he would show up at my next location" he said
Dylan and Chelsea laughed and discussed as they ate and drank, occasionally having their little disagreements and fights until one conceded to the other, of course always Dylan. He knew Chelsea would never accept defeat. So if he didn't, the argument would continue. He wasn't ready for that. After much pleasant talks and exchange of passionate words, Dylan felt it was time to do the deed. If he didn't do it now, the date would drag on for long and Chelsea would grow even more suspicious. He had to quell her curiosity now while still stalling for time so the assassin would make his move. Just as he reached into his inner coat pocket, they heard a loud sound. Bang! It was a gun shot. If Dylan heard well, it was a sniper. That was it! The assassin had taken the bait. He stood up abruptly, much to the confusion of Chelsea. His hand dropped the ring case and took hold of his phone instead. He brought it out and immediately dialed Victor. "Vic" he spoke into the phone. "Already on it,
"What did you say?" Dylan's pupils were dilated. Victor immediately turned around and saw Dylan already up from his sit. He had grabbed Nick by the neck, lifting him and shaking him vehemently. "What did you damn say, Nick?!" Dylan screamed. Nick was still dejected. His face still dropped downwards everytime Dylan shook him. He couldn't look Dylan in the eyes. He couldn't look the boss he had betrayed in the eyes. "It's the truth, Pope. Madam Clara was the one who hired us" he replied quietly. Dylan gritted his teeth. He couldn't believe his ears. The same woman he had once called his wife had sent an assassin to kill him. The same woman who had born his child. It sounded rather inconceivable to him. True, he was dark and bloody. He had done many despicable things to people. But this one outdid him. To think that Clara would go this far. And Nick just said "us". There were more? "Us?" he gently asked, his teeth still gritting against each other. "How many of you did she hire?"
Clara opened her eyes and met Dylan's cold stare. She could see the steam from the nose if the pistol. Her ears still whirred a little. She turned slowly and saw a hole in the space beside he head on the chair she sat on. A bullet was embedded in it. A real bullet! He had deliberately missed her head. Even so, this was unexpected. Did he really just shoot at her? "Is that supposed to scare me?" she mustered up the courage to say. Dylan smiled. "It wasn't meant to scare you. It was simply meant to warn you. My patience is simply a thread. And like all threads, it runs out. I'd hate for you to be the person who makes the last pull" he said calmly. He was so calm that it sounded too dark and evil. Clara knew it was best not to provoke him further. She was already aware that he didn't love her anymore. All he had for her was just out of regard for her being Derek's biological mother. That aside, she was just like any other lady in his eyes. She knew how bad he was when he snapped. Sh