“Are you sure you’ve checked all the surveillance cameras?” Margaux inquired when Carlos came back. “Yes, Miss Margaux. None of it captured your hus– I mean Mr Mondragon,” he responded. Her eyes squinted at the guy in front of her as it did not escape her ears as his tongue almost slipped. But she just let it pass as it was not really a big deal to her and she only corrected him earlier to stop him from thinking too much. “How about the parking lot? In the basement? Did you check it as well?” “Yes, Miss,” Carlos quickly answered. Folding her arms, she leaned back and stared sharply at him. She was doubting his statement and wanted to check everything thoroughly. However, she stopped herself from ordering that as she realized that she should be happy about the result because it only meant that Hendrix indeed left the country and was already in the Philippines. Unfortunately though, she felt the opposite. Her heart sank and her system was protesting, refusing to believe that she
“What the!” she cursed loudly when her car abruptly halted. Her head almost banged on the steering wheel as her body immediately went forward because of the impact of the sudden stop of her car. Clutching the steering wheel tighty, her eyes went wide as her soul almost left her body out of fear. The car behind her honked as well while the culprit of her shock stopped as well on her right side. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. Her dad always warned her about road rage and to avoid having confrontations in the middle of the road because it was too dangerous. She had to be a bigger person if someone was trying to provoke her and if needed, just pull out her checkbook and gave them blank check, However, while she was in the middle of calming herself down, someone was banging her window. It was so loud that she jumped a little on her seat. Her eyes snapped open while her gaze instantly landed outside the window. Her eyebrows then instantly furrowed upon realizing it was a wo
Margaux cursed internally while her eyes followed the van. She threw a deadly glare on it out of fury before her gaze shifted back to the black car. Her excitement surged up as she expected to finally be greeted by the whole appearance of the guy. But her shoulders shrunken and her excitement instantly disseminated when she saw no one in there. She looked around the parking lot as her eyebrows deeply furrowed. “Where is he?” she muttered as she searched for that guy. He can't possibly disappear that fast. That guy just stepped out of his car so there was no way that he already entered the restaurant that quickly. He can't teleport, could he? And even if he ran away, she should’ve noticed it since it did not take the van a minute to block her view. Shaking her head, her eyes wandered around inside the restaurant as well, hoping to see him there although she was not sure who it was. But as expected, everyone was unfamiliar that her shoulders dropped defeatedly. “Here's your order
“Miss?” the security guard scowled at her. Margaux snapped out and blinked several times. She could not believe what she just saw and thought she was hallucinating once again. However, the side profile of the guy was very identical to Hendrix which she cannot be mistaken as it was her favorite features of him that she always stared at back then. “Are you okay?” she heard the security guard queried. She cleared her throat and nodded. Then she apologized once again before she asked permission if she could leave.Fortunately, the guard let her go and she did not waste any second and sped up to follow that car. Unfortunately though, that black car was fast enough to disappear. Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked left and right. Her grasp on the steering wheel tightened as she realized that there was no intersection near the area from where she was. “How fast did he drive?” she shook her head. That guy must be playing with her. His avoidance was making her even more convinced
“May I ask what you mean by seeing things?” Carlos inquired. Her secretary was already sitting on one of the chairs on the other side of her table. Margaux was not sure how they ended up having that conversation as she only remembered when Carlos asked if it was related as to why she ordered him to check the surveillance if Hendrix went to the building. She twisted her lips and bit the bottom of it. Her embarrassment heightened as she seemed obsessed with her ex-husband. out. Racking her brain to come up with a good excuse, her shoulders sogged as she let out an exasperated sigh. “I thought I was just hallucinating when I saw him from the reflection in my car’s side mirror. He was not in the surveillance which confirmed that I was just seeing things..” she shrugged, acting normal to cover her embarrassment. “What about the Princess’s cars? What does it have to do with your ex-husband?” the guy queried.Margaux tilted her head and did not want to elaborate her plans to her secr
Margaux stared at the phone she was holding when the caller suddenly hung up after asking how she was. She may not have memorized that voice as she never really wanted to, but she was certain it was that woman. Even though she had no idea how she got her office’s private number, she cannot be mistaken about it because aside from Liana, she was the only woman who seemed to have an obsession with her. Curling her fingers, she pressed her lips tightly. Her blood was boiling thinking that the woman suddenly had a big connection that she was able to get some of her private information. After putting back the phone down, she quickly turned on the intercom. “Carlos,” she called. “Yes, Miss Margaux?” her secretary responded in an instant. She did not reply right away. She was trying to calm herself first before she spoke to avoid getting further questions from her nosy secretary. Letting out a heavy breath, she finally spoke. “Someone called me from my landline, can you please check w
“No..” Margaux shook her head in disbelief. Her eyes landed on the tablet and saw high quality pictures of Hendrix in the airport while he boarded up to the time that he finally landed in the Philippines. “These can be edited. You know technologies nowadays,” she scowled as she kept scrolling at the pictures that seemed to never end. “This is the proof of his plane ticket purchase and the time of his arrival. There are dates indicated in the pictures and they all matched”Still, she shook her head. She stubbornly refused to believe that Hendrix was not in England anymore because it only meant one thing. Putting down her tablet, she leaned back and folded her arms across her chest. “How about Liana’s cars? Have you checked all of them?” she inquired all of a sudden. Her secretary did not answer. Although she knew it was impossible to get all the plate numbers of her cousin’s cars in just a few hours, she still asked just to divert her attention and distract herself from thinking a
‘Scared?’ she repeated inwardly. She wanted to laugh, but she repressed herself as she wanted to make Roxanne feel that she was on the upper hand. “Who is this?” she asked, trying to sound clueless and pretending to not to know who the caller was. A chuckle was heard from the other line, as though enjoying her struggle. “That’s a secret for now. You will be surprised once you know who I am..” There was a hint of mocking and sarcasm in her tone but she just ignored it and kept an innocent voice.“Why can’t you tell me now?” she probed. “Let’s not rush things up, babe. We have a lot of time and I want you to go crazy figuring who I am,” Roxanne giggled. Margaux wanted to burst out laughing as she found that woman funny. ‘Too gullible,’ she repeated in her head. She then shook her head at the irony because between the two of them, Roxanne was the gullible one and not her. The urge to retort if she was describing herself was strong but she bit her tongue to stop her mouth from sayi