All Chapters of Clandestine Affair: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Now, could you move a bit, Tyler? I’m afraid that you’ll shield the ammunition before I could even shoot a hit on the guy at the opposite side,” Jerson said. When Tyler heard this, he freed himself from Noah’s grip and stride further behind Jerson. Noah was too stunned to stop Tyler from running away. He really thinks that Jerson was drunk seeing that the bottle of the black label on the table was empty. Although Jerson’s alcohol tolerance is high, he couldn’t possibly drink the whole bottle without getting bibulous, could he? “So they’re moving now. I thought they’ll be reluctant to barter items given that they knew we’re here,” Alec said slowly letting go of Van’s collar. He sighed before he fixed his ruined suit and stroked his unkempt hair.“Same thoughts. I never imagined that they’ll even have the courage to step here. I know the owner of this bar and he’s an ass,” Van stated.Tyler shook his head when he witnessed how those two acte

Jerson groaned. He was Noah’s decoy and from how he discerns the predicament they’re in right now, he doesn’t have another choice but to heed what Noah plotted. Jerson looked at the four men who were sitting on the couch. One was a bald burly man, another was a man who dyed his hair blonde with his gold upper teeth and the other two were average-looking people who you could see at daily life’s routine. Jerson sighed exasperatedly. He promised himself that he’ll beat Noah into pulp if he makes it out alive. “Isn’t that dangerous?” Tyler asked. Noah laughed again. He sheepishly looked at Tyler with malice and said, “Your guy will make it out alive,” he stated assuringly. “As the saying goes, ‘Bad people don’t go to hell. They’re already there.’ You know Jerson is a walking hell and those old men were bad people.” Tyler didn’t know if Noah was joking or not. He could not guess what the other party was thinking or if he was making any sense. Just by hearing

WARNING: r18His world was spinning and he felt nauseous. Jerson plopped his body on the couch and decided to take a nap. He was drunk and a drunk person should sleep. “What the hell is he doing?” Leon asked when he saw Jerson laying on the couch where the alcohol was spilled. Brianna giggled. “I told you he’s drunk,” she answered. Vishnu frowned and his lips turned into a grim line. Earlier, Vishnu thought that Jerson was not okay, given the tired look on Jerson’s face, but, was he scammed? Seeing how Jerson languidly lies down on the wet couch was enough to make Vishnu feel agitated. He was okay until he saw Jerson being pressed down on the floor. Now he couldn’t help being irritated at everything. “Get up. We’re going home,” Vishnu said as he approached Jerson. A man stopped behind Vishnu. “Home? Where?” Tyler asked. Everyone turned their gaze at Tyler who was standing with his hands in his pocket. Tyler was just done deleting the footage ab

“Alec is recuperating fast, but it would be better if you don’t force him to work. Blood poisoning is the worst-case feasible for the subject to undergo. He needs to stay here for further observation.” Valenn looked at Noah and added, “We’ll let you know if Alec recovered completely.” Valenn, the Doctor, crossed his arms and tilted his head while looking at Noah confusedly. No matter how he resonates such reactions to be normal, he could only have the judgment that Noah makes too much of and null. Noah nodded as he leaned against the cold wall of the hospital. He was seriously ill worrying about Alec and was extremely angered at himself by the fact that he just let it happen. Noah blames himself for being too complacent even after knowing the fact that they have more enemies than they thought. “Yeah. Thanks, man,” Noah solemnly said. Valenn nodded and then said, “As the Doctor of this committee, it is my job to take care of those who are injured. There’s no need

Jerson kept the pile of documents inside the briefcase. He also fixed his tie before looking at the mirror. Jerson’s hair was well-groomed and his suit made him look even better. He looked like a competent professor in the academy who had completed a double degree. Later, his phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw Noah’s number. He wore his eyeglasses before he answered the call.“We’re already here. Where the heck are you?” Noah impolitely asked. Jerson sighed. “I’m on my way there,” he answered. He hastily gets the key to his cruiser.Jerson lazily boarded on his motorcycle, started its engine, and steered it at full speed. The benign ambiance of the street made Jerson’s heart flutter. If only this would be his everyday routine, an ordinary day like every ordinary person enjoys, he would be really pleased. But his life was beyond what is typical ever since his parents fled. He was being hunted like prey for the predator and vice