Lucien led Clark towards his study room. He was still looking worried and so silent. The young doctor was quietly observing his friend's unusual behavior. He was actually amused at how a cold man like Lucien Michaelson can be changed by such a beauty in a very quick span of time. If he was not mistaken, he heard Lucien said, they just met earlier today. But things had been so fast. Maybe Lucien is only guilty, thinking he brought this misfortune upon the lady. But Clark can sense something more than that. He wasn't so sure, but he thinks the guilty feeling is absolutely present, but there is more than that. More than just feeling guilty. Maybe and hopefully, cupid's bow hit his friend's heart right in the middle, and now he is smitten. Hopefully. Clark was right to notice Lucien is too quiet. The young Michaelson was actually all ears listening if he would hear Brianna scream or cry even from a dista
Only Lucien and the sleeping Brianna were left in the very spacious guest room when the nanny went to do as her boss had asked her to. Lucien walked over to the bed. He cannot take his eyes off the serene and peaceful beauty with her long, curly raven-black hair, which was in a bun earlier this morning, now freely spread all over the white covered pillow she was lying into. She has milky white skin from her face down to her neck, and as his eyes traced down her exposed skin, he noticed a line of a scar under the end of the shirt's left sleeve. Not really sure how long it was, but he can tell it wasn't where it ends. And with the thick scar it appeared to be, he can also tell it was from a serious wound. "Could she have had an accident while racing?" He thought as he remembered she said she was a racer by heart. And then, he realized something. "I need to know more about her," he was thinking about calling his secretary Vic
Along the way to Michaelson's mansions, Lucien received the email from his secretary, Vicky Reed. He found out she was already an orphan. She lives alone and has no one to inform of her situation. He took it as he is responsible for being her guardian for the moment as the medical procedures might require one. He tried to check keenly if any medical records could inform him of her allergies if she has any. He has to be her spokesperson while she cannot speak for herself, so he must be very thorough. He finished reading even before they arrived at their destination because nothing much that her impressive credentials were in her files of information. He called his dad. And as if his old man was waiting and expecting his call, the phone was answered right after the first ring. "My son finally missed me?" asked Levi, who was now having a coffee. His voice was calm as always. He must not have known about what happened to Lucie
"Are you alone?" the mom asked his son with obvious expectations. "I don't remember saying I am coming with someone," Lucien eyed his dad. He just said maybe not for long when he was asked if he was coming alone again. He did not say he was coming with someone right away. His dad, Levi Michaelson, bulged his eyes in denial as he shook his hands, saying he didn't say anything. But Lucien knew his mom would only have the idea coming from his gossiping dad. "Alright, alright, we can wait until you bring her along," Sandra excitedly held her son towards their table on the balcony. Lucien lets his mom do as she wishes. "Have you had your breakfast?" Asked the mother to her son. The husband felt totally ignored. But he is used to such scenarios. He is always second to his son when they are both around, which happens too rarely nowadays, and so he lets his wife be. "Mom, I am here for your profession
"Luci, honey, we can only tell that after a set of thorough medical tests," Sandra explained apologetically. "The results will be the reference of what we can tell you professionally." Lucien helplessly nodded again. His mom and his friend Clark Jacobs had the same answer to his question. He smiled awkwardly. He was not sure why he came to ask such obvious questions. He looked up. Not realizing he was looking at them blankly. The couple was even more startled. "Son, something seems to be bothering you, am I right?" Levi asked cautiously. He can feel his wife pinching his arm under the table, but he could no longer bite his tongue. His curiosity won over him, and the question slipped out of his mouth. Sandra was scared her husband Levi would make their son's lips even more tightly closed, voicing his curiosity. But she was actually feeling the same with her husband. Levi just made it to say it out loud
"I will, thanks, mom," Lucien kissed his mom before he got into the backseat of his car. His loving parents walked him all the way to his ride like he was a toddler to be sent to a preschool. He smiled at the thought as he buckled his seatbelt. This scenario had happened many times during those days. Both of them would send him to the car that would drive him to school and would normally be worried. The mother was worried her son would not make friends there, while the father worries about him being abducted or harmed by the enemies of the boy's grandfather. But all those days are gone. They are now part of his childhood memories. "Drive safely," Sandra peeked inside the backseat window to see Tatum as the windows were so tinted she could not see anything from the outside. "Yes, Ma'am," the driver politely answered. Sandra wanted to ask why Lucien did not mention Tatum Elliot in his story about the road accident, but when
Leandro was excited like a young boy waiting for Santa to arrive on Christmas day when he heard about the visit he was going to receive and have his favorite person and be together with him for lunch. He was ecstatic that he was cramping to direct the kitchen staff about what to prepare. "Master, the Young Master Lucien also mentioned about not preparing too much food," the personal assistant was too scared, but he still had to relay the message. "Shut up!" Leandro Michaelson sneered at his fidgeting assistant. "Yes, Sir." Then he heard the sound of the door opening. The front door. He left the kitchen without clear instructions to do and went to welcome his grandson. "Prepare something decent. Make sure they are all Master Lucien's favorites." Enzo gave the orders instead. The kitchen staff felt relieved Enzo was around, or they would never have any idea what to prepare with such lim
"So to what do I owe this pleasure of my dearest grandson sharing lunch with me?" Leandro asked Lucien as soon as they got seated in the living room. "Well, I won't beat around the bush as I am actually in an urgent situation," Lucien erased the playfulness in his countenance. The old man quickly noticed the sudden change in his grandson's tone. He prepared his heart to hear what he was going to say. It happened a few times before, but they have never been able to deal with the very root of the problem. He has a weird feeling it is going to be similar this time. "Go ahead, your old man is listening," he seriously urged Lucien to speak. "Someone made a hit on me again this morning," Lucien nonchalantly stated. The grandfather waited patiently. He can tell. That is not all his grandson was going to say. "Someone saved me from an ugly death," Lucien smiled faintly.
Five years later. “Babe, don’t tire yourself so much,” Lucien reminded Brianna lovingly. “How is our little Anna doing today?” he asked with his warm hands rubbing on Brianna’s six months pregnant belly. “I am not really sure. But I have no doubts she is too eager to see the outside world. She has been kicking my ribs inside as if trying to push her way out even before her due!” Brianna blew a breath as she answered. Lucien laughed happily at the cute face of his lovely wife who somehow looked complaining. “Babe, I noticed that your mood swings during this pregnancy and the first one, with Caleb, are so different. Could it be because their genders are also different? With Caleb, you were as tough as usual, but with our little girl, Abigail, you are so… Uhmmm, so…. How do I say this?” Lucien scratched his head as if searching for the exact but safe word to say not to provoke his pregnant wife. “Come on, tell me. I am so what, huh?” Brianna asked with a sweet smile. Her face looked
“And in respect to Anna’s parents, I wish to move their graves into a mausoleum only for the Peters; the parents and grandparents. And as soon as we’ve done so, we will hold a ceremony to honor them,” Leandro declared. “What do you say about these thoughts of mine, Anna? I really hope I do not offend you in any way, because with all my heart, I swear, I only have the purest desire to express my gratitude that they brought you into this world and now you become a part of our family, that also makes your family ours, just like our family is also yours.”Silence filled the whole room. The question was directed to Brianna, so their eyes all turned to look at her as they waited to hear what she would say in response to Leandro’s words that were said with heartfelt sincerity. Brianna was silent not because she was feeling so emotional. Brianna was inwardly checking her heart and thoughts as well as her intuitive response, in silence. Guarding her mind against any misunderstanding or miscal
Brianna and Lucien arrived earlier than Sandra and Levi. It was because Sandra wanted to buy something for Anna, Sandra’s soon-to-be daughter-in-law, and also something for her father-in-law, Leandro Michaelson. There was nothing to worry bout since the war had already subsided and there were more than enough men to assist the couple with security or anything they would ever need. Enzo welcomed the young couple, Brianna and Lucien, as soon as they arrived at the mansion. Leandro sent the helicopter to fetch Enzo right after Leandro and Andy were dropped off at his yard. Lucien did not say anything, but Enzo understood the curious look on his young Master’s face as to why it was not the same as usual. Leandro would always wait for Lucien and Brianna by the door whenever the patriarch knew of their arrival. “The Master has a guest. They are in the study room and he is asking for your presence as well,” Enzo answered as he led the couple to where Leandro, Andy, and their guest were at
While the rest of the world was in tumult, the men on the Michaelsons' private army along with Brianna’s team subdued the whole barracks and gather every useful piece of evidence to solidify the cases against Terrence Clayton. The Michaelsons team found out there were more grave reasons why the ex-Vice President wanted the whole place burned down. “Sir, there seemed to be a lot of hidden bundles of money on one of the installed container vaults covered in military cloth to make it appear and look like it was only one of the stocks containers,” Captain Lexus Bordeaux reported when they started to search the whole property for anything they could find useful. “There is no way one can create a legal document to explain such a large sum of money, so Clayton must have kept them there,” Andy scoffed. “And there wouldn’t have been any way his under-the-table deals would pay him other than by cash,” Leandro also scorned. “Do not touch anything, just take photos and secure the surroundings
Blake assigned Finn and Hoggins to cover him by looking at their surroundings as his watchmen while he focused his attention on the target he was after according to the order given for him to execute. Blake had to look up most of the time to locate the shooter so he was relieved two of his comrades who already knew the drills and what they were supposed to do in this situation were with him to rely on. “Boss, these men are wearing a different uniform from ours. I believe they are not on the same side with us. What do I do?” Blake reported in a whispering tone as soon as he got the assurance that his information was accurate. “Take them down. Alive if possible, injured or not. But don’t hesitate to shoot if they try to resist and fight back!” Brianna answered. “Yes, Boss!” Blake answered. He gave Ramil Finn and Andrew Hoggins a signal on what to do and they acted accordingly. Hoggins took the east and south directions to secure. Finn took the other two directions while Blake Gordon
“Don Leon, the barracks in the forest is about to be abolished. Whether there are people in it or none, the order was made, and Terrence Clayton’s minions are on the move as we speak. If you have your men in there, tell them to pull out. Especially if your grandson and his wife are there, I strongly suggest you inform them of this message immediately!” The caller was using a voice synthesizer, so it was unrecognizable if the caller was a man or a woman. “Let me know who you are, whether what you say is the truth or just a prank; I want to thank you for this length of effort to notify me; let me return the favor one day,” Leandro wisely replied. “I will come to find you in person one day, then you will know who you are, and I will personally ask for your help. But for now, we don’t have time. Tell your men to pull out!” That was all they heard before the line was cut. “Tatum Eliott, leave the area right away. I repeat, leave the area right now! A tip just came in; that place is
“What are all of these?” Lucien asked looking at a slideshow of files with word documents and images. “Isn’t that the address of the warehouse where we found the human organ harvesting? Are these papers the legal documents of property ownership?” “Yes! And someone sent me this file after I failed to hack into their firewall!” Jack answered with a victorious laugh. “Wait…! The ownership is under the name of… Will somebody zoom that part where the name is printed and signed?!” Leandro frowned as he also tried to read the content of the document on the wide screen in front of him and Andy Lockwood. “Terrence Clayton!?”Andy, Leandro, Lucien, and Jack almost read and uttered the name aloud in unison. Brianna scoffed. In her thoughts, “got ya!” was bouncing although her facial expressions remained as calm as always. “How did you get this? Are you sure they are legit?” Brianna asked calmly instead of showing her pure delight. She still wanted to make sure they weren’t rejoicing over a f
Then Charles Anderson turned to the IT team. “I want to see every corner, every area, every exit and entrance of this barracks!” he roared in panic. “Sir, what about the men in the field?” the team leader asked cautiously after nodding in response to the command given. “Forget them, they are no longer of any use now that the enemy has its hands on them,” Charles answered waving his right hand dismissively. “I want to see if the ones I am after would grace me with their mighty presence,” Charles murmured as he busily looked at every screen. “I am not so sure they would choose to join their team to attack me back for gatecrashing their wedding but knowing the bride too well, I won’t be surprised if I see her face coming for me at this moment.” Charles keenly observed every angle on every screen. He was tracing Brianna’s figure among the intruders. They were all in full gear, but knowing Brianna for more than a decade, Charles Anderson could tell even her shadow. And he was more tha
As soon as Blake Gordon activated the jammer, the sniper team Charles had sent to attack the resort hotel, where Brianna Peters and Lucien Michaelson’s wedding was supposed to be being held, got disconnected and unreachable for Charles and the few men with him that controlled their overall internet connections and communication. “What the fuck is going on?!” Charles asked the man he knew was the most active in every inquiry Charles would make. “Get them back online!” Charles Anderson was furious beyond words but he was not very much familiar with everyone around him at the moment, so he was aware he could not act like he would usually do when he was with Jack and the rest of the men under his command.“Sir, something must be wrong from their end of the network,” the man seated in front of the computer hesitantly uttered. “What is that supposed to mean?!” Charles snarled.The poor IT guy cringe, but he had no choice other than clarify his words.“I tried to reach out to them but the