Traizle "Where did that idiot go that he is too late?" I muttered as I walked back and forth while waiting for Lyndon outside our house. It's already late, and Zac told me Lyndon never went home after school. I won't be worrying if he won't go home since Layzen has Zac, but Lyndon did not text any of us. That is why I didn't go to work at the Snack Bar. I kept on calling him, but he was not answering his phone. "The motorcycle seems so familiar to—what happened?" I asked Archane when he stopped before me with Lyndon on his back. "Why does he have these bruises? What happened!" I couldn't help but growl at him. "I don't know either, okay? Calm down first. Help me support him." Archane replied. I quickly went to Lyndon and supported him. "Who the hell did this to my brother!" I asked, unable to stop myself from crying in annoyance. "Let's get him inside." he suggested. We put Lyndon to bed. "What happened to Lyndon?" Layzen asked, crying as soon as he saw his older brother's stat
Traizle Layzen is worried about his brother. He is asking for help to beat the guys who hurt Lyndon. I let Layzen talk to Zarsuelo. I looked at Lyndon's phone to see if there was anything suspicious. I only saw a screenshot saying he had passed the scholarship application and needed to pass the requirements. I don't know if I should be happy or sad. When he had good news to tell, this happened to him. Tomorrow morning, I prepared our breakfast. Layzen went to school with Zac, although he does not like to go to school today because of Lyndon. "Traizle." I heard Lyndon call me. I went to his side quickly. "How do you feel? Are you okay?" I asked continuously. He nodded. "How did I end up here? I was beaten up in the street when I lost consciousness." he answered as he tried to sit up. "One of my co-workers at the Snack Bar saw you lying unconscious on the street. Fortunately, he knew my number, which is why he immediately helped you and took you home," I explained. "Why did this
Traizle One of them knew that we were living here. Are we still safe here? Are we going to see them next time? What happened to Lyndon might not be the worst thing we might face afterward. What should I do? Do we have to suffer too much again? Do we have to experience the torment we had before? We are safe, but we shouldn't be complacent. "Traizle!" Leaping from the shock I felt, I glared at Zarsuelo. "I hugged and almost kissed you, but you never flinched. What are you worrying about? I am getting worried already." He asked, pouting at me. I shook my head. "None," I answered. "Thank you for helping us again." I said, showing him my gratitude. "No worries. I also don't want them to get hurt. They are like my younger brothers as well," he replied. "Can't you share it with me? I am willing to listen, and maybe I can help you with that." he added. It could be about the thoughts I have been having since they came. I am not in my right mind after our talk. "Thank you, but I don'
Traizle "Can you do that?" I asked, laughing at him. He can say something about an idea that involves money. A high-paid notion indeed. "I can! I can buy every inch of them and make them my slaves." Zarsuelo boasted. Smiling creepily at the air. He is now plotting his move in his mind. "I will ensure they will suffer as you guys did. I want them to feel that taste of hell," he added. "I'm going to show them that they harmed the wrong people." he muttered again. Tapping his shoulder. "Matthew, your evil thoughts are going out one by one." I told him. "Oh? It is—wait, you called me by my name, right?" he asked, surprised. I arched my eyebrow at him. "Am I?" I asked back as if I didn't know myself. "Did I hear it wrong? You never called me by my name, though," he replied, unsure. "But I feel like you did. Matthew and Zarsuelo are way too opposite to pronounce. My heart beats faster after you called me." he added. "Perhaps you misheard me, Zarsuelo," I replied. I was laughing at
Traizle The next day came, and I went to Lyndon's school. Bryan was suspended for a week. I still didn't allow Lyndon to go to his school and rest. I am thankful that Zac is willing to help us without asking anything. He told me that he could help Lyndon while taking care of Layzen. That is why I don't have to worry too much. "Traizle," I looked at the owner of the voice. "Are you okay? You are thinking deeply. Is something bothering you?" Mr. Andrade asked. "Mr. Andrade, please accept my apologies," I said, standing up to bow to him. "How can I help you?" I asked. He guided me to sit back down again and sat in front of me. "Can I join you for a while?" He asked. I nodded and fixed myself. We are at the cafeteria, and I am having a coffee. "Do you want anything, Mr. Andrade?" I asked him. Mr. Andrade smiled. "No need. Thank you for the offer," he answered. "How are you?" He asked. "I am doing well, how about you? Are you here to meet Mr. Zarsuelo?" I answered. He nodded. "Ye
Traizle The reports of our branches are divided into two categories: local and international. Since Zarsuelo is here, this Grand Finance, where I am working, is the primary host, and the other branches we have all over this country will send their reports to our marketing team. Then, the marketing team will analyze it and give us the result of the evaluations. As for the international, Zarsuelo chose the main host, and they will send their reports to the main host and send the assessment to me. "I will head back to my office and print these to give to you later." Aeron said, then ran to their office room. I went back inside our office and texted Zarsuelo. After a few minutes, Zarsuelo texted me back, saying I could go now to his office because Mr. Andrade had gone out already. I waited for the documents from Aeron before proceeding to Zarsuelo's office. "What's that?" he greeted me, referring to the printed documents I was holding. I handed him the documents. "Monthly evaluation
Traizle "Zar—where is he?" I muttered when I entered his office. Zarsuelo is not in his chair doing his work or what. I can't hear any sound from the comfort room, so where did that oddball Zarsuelo go? A hug from the back suddenly embraced me. "I am here," he said, putting a big distance between us. "Sorry for the sudden hug. I just wanted to hug you the first thing you entered my office." he added. I am so used to this that I don't find it uncomfortable anymore—wait? Did I say I was okay with it? What the hell? "Do it again next time, and I will twist your arms." I warned him. He pouted. "You won't let me hug you freely, so I had to take the risk." he replied. "You told me you don't need me in your meetings today. I planned to go out for a while. I promised Layzen I would fetch him today." I responded, changing the topic. His face became happy and excited at the same time. He was about to open his mouth and say something, but I interrupted him. "No." I told him already. "A
Traizle "Can we bring my toys?" Layzen asked, choosing busily in front of his toys. "Just bring some, Layzen." I told him while I was stuffing our bag with some shirts. Although I was happy seeing Zarsuelo smile a while ago, I am now facing the truth. I am very, very nervous enough for my hands to tremble while packing our bag. I hope that no one is watching him. I don't want to ruin his reputation or our privacy. Sleeping in a billionaire's house isn't a tiny thing. "Promise me, guys, that you won't cause any trouble." I reminded them. "Don't worry, Traizle. We will just play." Layzen answered immediately. "And you?" I asked Lyndon, receiving a nod from him. "Make sure not to tell this to your friends, or else I will confiscate your phone for a week every night." I issued a warning. "Rest assured. No words will come out of my mouth." he replied. After half an hour, we heard the beep of a car honking and received a message. 'I am outside already. You guys can come out now.'