All Chapters of Hey, Stranger!: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

THE beautiful classical music filled the entire of Ripley Manor. The guests are chatting to each other. Airo, Angeline, and Thalia were seated at the same table as Virgil York. “So where is my soon-to-be ex-daughter-in-law?” Virgil asked with an annoyed tone. “My daughter is still in her room. Victor went upstairs to pick her up,” Thalia explained. “Your daughter? So you are the infamous Thalia or should I say Nathalia Rees the actress,” Virgil commented while holding on to his cane tightly. Thalia nodded. Meanwhile, Airo and Angeline are observing the two. "Your face changed a lot from the first time I saw you. You had a lot of surgery done to your face." Virgil pointed out with a sarcastic tone. Thalia ignored his hurtful remarks and marched away from him and sat at the opposite table where John, Vivian, Xavier, Lucius, were sitting. Angeline almost choked on her drink when she heard Virgil's comments. "This old man sure is rude," Angeline thought to herself. Virgil scoffed

“MISS, where are you going?” Lucian asked. Her hand was already on the doorknob, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Latton. My name is Latton. It seems like you don’t remember me?” She mumbles softly. Lucian stared at her then shook his head. She smiled bitterly, “Well, I’m your lover.” She explained. He laughs. “You? My lover?” He says mockingly while looking at her from head to toe. Being in the hospital for more than a week with sleepless nights worrying about him made her look unkempt and sick. She frowns. “Don’t get me wrong. You are cute, but you are not my type. I mean look at you, you look like an imp.” He smirked. “Are you one of those ladies from the club that I flirted with? This is the reason why I don’t give my name when drinking in bars. Girls will try to trap me like they won a jackpot in the lottery. Well, you are not the first one to do that,” he commented. She was dumbstruck and was taken aback momentarily. “Are you saying I followed you here, and I’m a gold digg

LUCIAN was staring intently at Latton’s face, who was deeply asleep beside him naked. Her head leaned to him while her hand was gently placed on his chest. “Why can’t I remember you?” He asks himself, then gently nuzzles her head. Her brows furrowed and soon woke up. She smiled in glee seeing his face and his bewitching eyes staring at her. The sight gave hope to her, and she hugged him firmly. Both enjoyed the silence and tranquility in the air, none spoke, and they continued lying in the bed in silence. Shortly he sighed deeply, and it broke the silence in the room. She could sense his apprehension, and glanced at him anxiously, "Is there something wrong? Do you need anything?" She asks. "About what happened last night." He mumbles. She blushed, then stared at him excitedly, "What about it?" He grinned awkwardly, "Well…I do believe you are my lover, but what I'm not sure of is how important you are to me." She smiled gleefully. "Let's find out together." She replied eagerly.

IN THE Altiplano prison, in Mexico. Henri was lying on the dirty floor of solitary confinement, and could barely open his left eye. His lips were chapped, swollen, bloodied, and wounded, and his whole body ached. Yet, there was a smug look on his face. He slowly sat and leaned on the wall waiting for the prison guard to give him his evening dessert of beatings. As if on cue, he heard the gates open. He prepared himself for them but, to his surprise, he was carried to the prison infirmary where his wounds were treated. He became relentless and couldn’t fathom what was happening. Paranoia got the best of him, “Are you planning to kill me now?” He yelled at the doctor. “No!” The doctor shouted, then inched close to him, “I heard a rich American paid the guards, to make sure you were safe." The doctor glanced around to make sure no one was listening, "Ten times higher than what the politician you offended pays, and that rich American paid me a million dollars to keep you here. You are a

"WHO are you and why are you in my headquarters?" A boy hollered out while holding a baseball bat. The girl ignored him and continued looking at the drawings in the notebook. "Stop touching my stuff!" He yelled again while tromping his foot, causing the tree house to jolt. His movement caught the girl's attention, and she stared at him. Her eyes were empty, no sorrow, no emotions, just a hollowed set of brown eyes. "Did you draw this? She asks in a weak voice. He nodded, and he let go of his baseball bat and sat beside her. "Amazing." She mumbles. He smiled, "You think that's amazing. Check this one out," he said while handing her another notebook. "It's a comic. I made it. It's about a crime-solving detective like Sherlock Holmes, but mine is French. The name is Hank Devereaux, and he has a dog named Yoda." He explains enthusiastically. She smiled, and he noticed her eyes finally conveyed emotion. His heart was filled with delight. He extended his hand, "I'm Henri. What's you