We left the room after two hours later. We unanimously agreed with the plan that we arranged in a moment ago. It seems we have made a good team with an excellent plan. All we need to do now is proceed on to the next step.And just as we predicted the same day we got an unexpected visit from James Bianchi who came into the office and he was looking for me. We decided to speak in Mr. Walker’s office that afternoon. He was hesitant at first saying he wanted to talk in private just the two of us.But I insisted I wanted Mr. Walker’s presence along with us which gave him no choice but to agree. I sat in front of him with Mr. Walker sitting right next to me."I'm sorry, I didn't recognise you earlier even though you have the same face as your great grandmother." Said him with his sympathetic face which is not the same expression I saw at a charity fashion show a week ago."How was Vincent? I haven't seen him in a long time?" He asked me again as his eyes looked at the cup on the table befor
The ‘little celebration’ isn’t as little as one might think. From two meters away I could see the light coming from the James residence and some spotlights installed in the front yard. It looks like a big celebration.As soon as the car stopped in the front yard, two men dressed in all black came towards our car with one hand on their ear. "Welcome, Miss Bianchi and Mr. Walker." They greet and nod their heads as a sign of respect. Leading us into the mansion."He may have informed his men to call you by that name. Keep it natural and smile." Mr. Walker whispered in my ear then kissed my cheek. He must have felt my body tensing up a minute ago even though it wasn't noticeable but my hands turn cold. I smiled back at him and he pulled me close to him with his hands around my waist.We walked through a small staircase with Aslan behind us as we entered the big house. Two young men waiting at the door stood like bodyguards, they looked at each other after they saw us walking towards them
"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" I asked her back."I'm Sarah, your aunt. You were a baby when I met you then."She started telling me how she related to dad. She is my dad's cousin who is two years younger than my dad. The close age gap made them close like brother and sister and also a good friends.Dad had taken care of her like a little sister since dad was an only child. Growing up they are still close despite being busy with their respective lives. But after so much trouble going on in their family, the next thing he knew dad moved to West Virginia and married mom. He got a chance to meet me after I was born then lost contact with dad a year later.Gradually I recalled the time when dad showed me her photo that dad kept with him. Every time dad talk about her, he would describes her as a cheerful person and often says that I remind him of her." Where is he? I can't wait to see him." His eyes darted around the corner of the room looking for someone. She obviously looked very clueles
Although I hate to be in this situation but I have to and he needs to know the real thing. He has to face the fact that his brother lied to him all this time."Your son is not here." I lowered my gaze at the floor. I don't think I could bear to see his sad face because I know I'm going to break down into tears any minutes. "Your son is not here. He is not here but he is waiting for you outside. If you want to see your son, you have to get out of this place first." I’m not lying, dad might be waiting for him to visit dad at his grave.He looked confused and took a moment to think about it. "I have to ask James first. He'll be worried if he finds out I'm not here.""Do you really think he would allowed you. He kept you in this old room all this time while he enjoyed his time downstairs drinking delicious champagne. He didn't care about you. He's not worried about you. He is worried about your money. Plus, it's not him who takes care of you, his maid does."Hearing the name of that jerk
Salvi took a few steps back. "James. Stop it." Salvi shouted but it all in vain. James is not in his right mind. However I believe Mr. Walker will not let them have a grandfather that easily. They need to go through him first.Although it was seen as an unfair fight, one against two but it was actually an easy fight for Mr. Walker. His body was fit to fight three or four men at once. What’s more he has already had a tight fight with Alex who is far more expert than the two bastards in front of him.It might have been easy for him if he had just shot them but unfortunately he tried not to take that route. He didn’t want to let me see him as a violent person. Despite the fact that he wants this thing to end quickly but he needs to take a safer way that requires him not to pull the trigger and make a hole in someone’s body.Without anyone knowing he was actually counting time in his brain. ‘Five. Four. Three. two. One. ’The sound of loud sirens filled every corner of this mansion along
The most recent call I made was a minutes ago and now I’m trying again to dial mom’s number for numerous of times. Why didn't she pick up the phone? Is she alright? All sorts of thoughts were playing in my mind making me anxious."Mom. Please pick up the phone! Please!" I walked back and forth in Mr. Walker's personal library with one hand holding the phone while the other hand crossed my chest. I made a call the same day after four hours from the last call I made."What's wrong?" Mr. Walker approached me as soon as he entered the room. I turned my head to look at him. "I tried to call mom...but she didn't pick up the phone." I answered and sat back on the couch. My hands are busy with the phone."I see!" Then he took his place next to me. "She's probably busy right now! Why don’t you try calling her again later?"" That's what I was thinking four hours ago and I tried to call him back but I couldn't reach him. This thing makes me worried. I-""Shu! She'll be fine…. I'll send my men
" He’s in the next room. " I told mom where grandpa's room was even though she didn't ask about him. Maybe because I want to see what her reaction. We both went into the room that Mrs. Walker had prepared for her.Mom took a seat on the bed and I joined her taking a seat next to her. She looked calm judging from her expressionless -looking face."How's he? Karyme told me he hasn't woken up since yesterday." Her eyes were only focused on one object as she asked.She may seem like she doesn’t care about the Bianchi but I know from the heavy sound she makes when she asks that question that she still cares about them. That is the power of humanity in a person who is perfectly portrayed as who she really is." He had a fever last night. The doctor prescribed him medicine to relieve the discomfort and dehydrate him. They will be back tomorrow to check on him. His fever seems quite bad. " I looked at my mom's face as I tried to read what was on her mind.It clearly showed on her face that s
" Good." I answered him briefly and then we both fell silent again. This time we both looked into each other's eyes. His expression instantly changed as he felt a wave of indescribable emotion within both of us even though we were just sitting still. He looked down at the table as his mouth quivered, his brow furrowed and tears welling up in the corners of his eyes."I'm sorry." The words that came out of his mouth. Those were the only words I needed to melt the anger that nestled inside me. His voice was fragile as he lowered his head looking down with embarrassment.I felt my chest tighten as my breath hitched. I couldn’t help the pain in my throat as I held back my tears from flowing down my cheeks. The pain was so intense that I couldn’t hide the disappointment on my face as I looked at him."Forgive me." His next words. I shifted my eyes look up and blinked a few times. I thought I could control my tears but I failed, it fell on my cheeks helplessly. I’m just an ordinary woman who