"Then the 167 karats pink diamond is finally sold to Ms. Lambert for a hundred million dollars! Congratulations!" The auction host bent half of his body pointing at Sophia with an ear-to-ear smile on his face. Sophia smiled back to the auction host before dragging her gaze to the back where she expected to find Nicholas. However, she curved the tip of her brows when should not find Nicholas everywhere. So, she waved at one of her security guards to come over. "Are you out of your mind, Eric? Or was that the result that you can't beat the hell out of that bodyguard?" John was supposed to grit his teeth after he was beaten by Sophia. Instead, he burst out laughing at Eric's unbelievable statement. "I'm fucking serious, you idiot. I can prove to you I was telling the truth. Perhaps that was the reason the major family is selling him for billions of dollars." Eric insisted with a few thoughts that run to his curious brain. "And how exactly would you do that, huh?" Joh
"Better be, Uncle John. Once proven you or Eric lied to me, I'm not just gonna ruin both your lives. The Major families will bury your bodies a hundred feet beneath the ground alive." Sophia snatched the iPod from John and tossed it to one of her bodyguards. The second Sophia and her tens of bodyguards stepped out of the toilet room, John punched Eric straight to his face. Hard enough Eric fell down to the floor. Then John rubbed his hands when he could feel the discomfort that lingered on his fist after hitting the bone part of Eric's face. "Why did you do that?" Good thing Eric still forewent his high respect for John even after getting a blow on his face. So, instead of putting fire on the blazing fire, Eric poured John with cold water. "He was your man, wasn't he?" John asked while staring at his furious face in the mirror. But he did not feel any regrets about punching his own brother just to punish his wrongdoings. "Since when did I lie to you, huh,
As soon as Sophia stepped foot into her room, she immediately reached out to her dad to inform him about what happened to Nicholas. And aside from that, she needs her dad's strong and reliable connections to check out Nichola's condition. Sophia's dad hasn't fully inherited everything to her that belongs to the Mafia King to maximize her full potential as the new Mafia queen. The only thing Sophia can access was their thousands of security guards, including Nicholas, and the free accommodation and leisures in all their properties in and out of New York. When she checked out the time, for her, it was already too late to travel back to Nicholas' apartment. Needless to say, her body was already feeling exhausted after the hectic day. Sophia had to stick to the plan of staying the night in the hotel as it was also for her safety. "Is everything all right, honey?" Gregory asked her in a sleepy tone from the other line of the phone. Currently, he was having his hard massage
She then moved out of the room and headed to the dining area, thinking he might just have his meal with Gregory or Clark's personal nanny. Regrettably, there were none in the dining area. No food and drinks are being served on the table. Aside from that, there are no empty plates, spoons, or forks either can be seen on the table or any sign of someone using it. "Is everything all right, my Lady?" One of the housemaids asked Sophia. She was currently carrying a platter of steaming steaks. The housemaids behind her were also carrying their respective dishes. "Has anyone of you seen Clark Jones or dad this morning?" Sophia asked before she grabbed her seat at the table. Her stomach was already rumbling in hunger. She forgot to have her dinner last night because of her hectic schedule. "Your dad is on the terrace, having his cup of coffee, my Lady. And about the little Jones, better ask your dad about it because he was the one who let him..." Before the housemaid
Nicholas Jones' hovering arms and legs were in a race against the tick-tock of the clock while rushing to the entrance of the North Bus Station. The time was already quarter to noon when he lifted his fifteen-year-old limited edition wristwatch. What worried him the most was that his ticket schedule is about to leave in a few seconds. The worst part was that from where he was standing to the entrance of the bus station was flooded with passengers, local and international. After the life-and-death humanitarian mission in one of the small towns in Chicago, Nicholas has to head back to his booked commercial hotel since today was supposed to be his check-out schedule. "Tickets please?" says the Security Checker of the bus station before he blocked Nicholas from the entrance. He even used a large black metallic baton in blocking him to make sure he could not pass through when the passenger's long line was immeasurable. But Nicholas doesn't want to waste a second of his time either, so
A few minutes later, Nicholas arrived at the meeting place in his werewolf form, bleeding. Everyone, including Cedric, was in a daze upon seeing him almost beaten to death. As soon as Nicholas shifted back to his human form, his werewolf packs immediately extended their hands and helped patch his wounds and to remove the bullet out of his system before anything awful will happens to him. On the other side of the story, the woman safely arrived at her dad's enormous mansion. Hundreds of her security hurriedly greeted and brought her to the main house the second she landed in their parking lot. Unbeknownst to Nicholas' knowledge, he just met and helped, is someone wealthy and powerful beyond his brain could ever imagine. Someone who could either lift his life or drag him to the ground. Hell or heaven. "What happened back there, Sophia? Did the rescue team arrive on time?" Gregory, the Mafia King, asked her daughter in a worried tone. As soon as the news reached Gregory's attention, h
Days passed by, Nicholas Jones continued doing his humanitarian mission along with his packs, day and night. For the past few days of helping those humans in need, he accumulated a total of one more year of his lifeline. That means his wolf could have lived one more year. One more year to continue searching for his little brother. "Nicholas Jones, twenty years old. Been traveling from place to place for a few months in a year. Been to Chicago, Los Angeles, France, the Philippines, and more. Well, that's quite promising," a woman's familiar voice suddenly echoed behind Nicholas while sitting on a bus heading to his next humanitarian mission. Even if Nicholas was wearing his earphones, Sophia's words were loud and clear in his ears. So, he shortly turned his face around, in utter confusion. "What are you doing here?" Nicholas asked before he removed his earphones and put them back in his backpack. "Following you? Isn't that obvious?" Sophia asked back with a smile on her face. Part
"With all due respect, this is not the kind of meeting I expected, Ms Lambert. Please, do this in peace." Nicholas highly suggested. Yet, he remained calm as much as possible. His job is to protect Sophia by all means necessary. Even if it will cost his life. And he was already aware of it the seconds he agreed to work with the Major family. "Shut your mouth, if you don't want me to shoot you first, you, useless brat. You have no right to speak up in crucial meetings like this." says one of the men seated across Sophia. The one who threatened Nicholas' wolf was John's younger brother, Eric Lambert. John and Eric both come from Minor Families. John was the head of the minor and his younger brother was next to him. John is smart and patient. But Eric was the other side of his coin. He is impulsive. He gets annoyed easily. And every time someone gives his blood boiled, he will do his best to terminate them as soon as possible. "Enough, gentlemen. We came here in