"Are you sure about involving them in this case, John?" Uncle Romnick asked, his voice laced with doubts while looking at Chris and his friend from head to toe. "I mean, this is a crucial case in your life." I cannot blame Uncle Romnick to feel that way. He still doesn't know a thing about Chris and his hacker friend. I once informed him and Cecelia back at my office when we hired someone to be the fake Mr. Stevenson. But we already reached this far. Chris and his friend already know my secret and I was amazed by how they achieved a mission without any trace. So, keeping them on my side will be the best thing to do. Chris and I already sealed a deal that he will serve me until I say so. And their skills are one-of-a-kind. ''They are here to help us, Uncle Romnick." I smiled at them to lessen the tension. "And besides, I have something on them if they are going to betray me." Chris and his friend were taken aback in disbelief. Though it was simply a bluff, the
"I would like to apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. Roland. Let's go, John." Uncle Romnick bent half of his body toward Roland and his parents. Then he tried to drag me out of the room but I dodged him. "Are you challenging me right now, huh, Roland?" I scoffed with confidence while glancing at them, one by one. I groped my phone in my pocket and dialed Cecelia's digits which confused Roland and his parents. "How about canceling the European expansion?" "What are you doing?" Cecelia said from the other line of the phone. Good thing I did not put the call on speaker so no one could hear it apart from me. "Yes. It happens that I am confronting Roland in front of his parents for the five million dollar scheme but he denied it despite the evidence we have. Is that the kind of person are you going to be part of Mr. Stevenson's business?" Everyone's eyes, especially Roland's dilated in disbelief. He even tried to snatch the phone from me but I refused to give it to
"Don't forget to bring those with you, Miss Spencer!" Uncle Romnick added. He pointed a finger toward the table. "Relax, Uncle Romnick," I said in a calm tone, trying to take control of the situation. "How can I get relax, John." Uncle Romnick insisted. "Our enemies are here. And we are caught by surprise. We let our guards down." Without hesitation, Cecelia sprung into action. She swiftly gathered all the essential documents and pieces of evidence we had been examining, carefully concealing them from prying eyes. "I'll be hiding in the guest room." Cecelia cut us in. As she disappeared into the shadows, I followed Uncle Romnick, making our way toward the main door. With a touch of apprehension, we opened the door cautiously, revealing Don Lucas and Malia standing before us. Although I already knew the purpose of their visit, I could not let them suspect that this villa truly belonged to me. Taking a deep breath, I masked my true intentions and put on a c
Malia's POV My one simple dream in life was to be normal as much as possible; to have a meal three times a day, six to eight hours of undesrupted sleep, walk on the streets worry-free, and most of all, can hang out with my friends and family as normal people do. However, as wealthy and powerful as the Andersons were not the way I expected them to be. Being one of the successors of my grandpa's royal empire, even getting a single chair in the dining area just to get seated next to him was an unimaginable competition. Being decisive, thorough, and heartless was a must for all of us. My deceased dad never missed stabbing and equip me with that kind of mindset while he was still alive. Survival of the fittest as he describes it. At a very young age, I was able to travel to a few places, not to spend time wandering, visiting bars at night, or having sex with anyone that pleases my eyes, but to get trained for work and business. About how to weigh things either when I s
Because of that, my entire face ripened like rotten tomato caused by too much embarrassment. Tears also began flooding my cheeks, but I was trying to control them as much as possible. I could not believe that instead of covering everyone's secret, Uncle Robin would go that far only to get what he wants. I've been hiding the other side of my story for four years sealed with confidentiality. Yet, in just a matter of seconds, he unfolds it right in front of everyone, especially gramps. But how did he know that? Did he have me followed all these years? "She's been lying to us this whole time, dad. And her parents did not even say a word to you. Wanna know why? Because they believed their daughter could have the position someday. Is that how you supposed to run this family, huh?" I was about to clarify my side of the story but was cut off when one of the security guards whispered something to gramps. Then, he nodded shortly with his eyes showing a bothered expression. After that, he de
Having this ring on my finger also corresponds to duties and responsibilities not just to the family but to John and those protesters as well. "I can do or ask everything because I have this ring, right?" It was I who broke the silence between us in the car. "By all means, Ms. President." "Then, give me every piece of information about the man who got hit earlier. His name, address, contact information, and his whereabouts. And I want to know that as soon as we reach the safe house. Could you do that in a short time?" Uncle Robin once mentioned at the meeting about me getting married and was currently working in one of our companies. I was completely unaware that John already finished his degree in Europe. I'm not even aware he was in New York since we already stopped our communication since then. That means, our marriage contract is about to expire. He should have messaged me. "I'll try my best, Ms. President," Mr. Emilio grabbed his phone and reached out to someone. If John w
I don't know where the hell gramps got the idea but it's a good start for all of us. At least my first impression of getting a hard slap from neither of them did not happen. "Gramps... How could my husband meet you at those events? He just got back from Europe." I intentionally clasped John's hand in front of them to make my words more convincing. And John was all for it when he gently caressed my hand. "I don't know if you remember me, but yes. We already met on one of your business trips, gramps." That wasn't part of the plan but I could see John was serious with his words. But I seated beside him to support whatever he claims to make sure the two of us will not get doomed. "Mall of Asia. September 21, 2019. You were our guest speaker that night. Truth be told, I was the only one who dares raise a hand when you ask a difficult question. Hope that helps you to remember me." "So, you were the lucky one who got my glimmering reward, huh? A million dollars for
As soon as I reached the living area, there I found both of them talking to the cops. Perhaps it has something to do with the assassination case. I haven't heard any words from gramps about it since then. Amongst us in the safe house, gramps is the one who needs everything under control. He doesn't want to be the last person to know about this and that thing. Not to mention those furious reporters outside that he only simply ignores. Perhaps he already filled them what they need to know. But reporters always love more. They always find anyone to get their source of the news. And that would be me as their main source. Good thing I simply ignored them. "Mom, what's going on?" I ask the second they see me approaching the living area. The cops immediately moved out of their seats and bowed before me to extend their greetings. What confuses me the most is when they grabbed a few things from the table in front of them. "I think we're done here, officers." G