Chapter 21"How long has she been here?" Luther queried at Lucas, who sat in the passenger seat and was on his cellphone. "Two hours after you left, Manang Lucinda said." " Damn!" exclaimed the young man, irritated by another issue that had arisen. His grandmother knows nothing about the girl, whom they never had the opportunity to tell. The grandmother is unaware of their relationship and has never met the girl. The girl is exactly the same. Even if she recalls something, she will never recognize his grandmother. She couldn't be with the girl until he explained to his grandmother the situation. "Have you considered your backstory? Gransil will most likely ask where and when you met," Lucas asked, still typing on his phone. The young man could not respond because he had already forgotten about his grandmother because he was preoccupied with the company, the mission, and the girl. "She won't buy that love at first sight since you have a bad temper when it comes to women." "Then ma
"What's up with that face? You look like you lost a bet, pfft!" Lucas exclaimed as he entered the office and noticed his friend's frowning expression. "Has it gotten any naughtier in the mansion?" "Problems keep building my way, fck it!" Luther shook his head. "I told you to just let Samantha go, so look what happened to you, blame no one for your fault," Lucas continued, drawing a glare from his friend. "Shut the fvck up." Lucas shook his head and returned his attention to his cellphone, while the troubled young man focused his gaze on the laptop, where every move of his grandmother and forced lover could be seen. The two can be seen laughing in the living room for nearly three hours and because of the distance between them and the CCTV camera, the young man couldn't hear what the two were saying. He installed a surveillance camera for the girl. He wanted to make sure he could watch her every move because he didn't want to miscalculate again. Later, he noticed the two getting up
"Are we going to that plutocracy?" Kheed inquired, his golden watch in hand. It's that time of month again, when mafia clans gather in one place to exchange alliances, expand their business, and prove their supremacy by joining the ranks of the X Organization. "Are you sure you're asking the obvious? That's the only gathering he never missed," Lucas replied, holding some papers on the young CEO's desk. "I'm just wondering, if we're going to lay low after the chase, aren't they already watching our every move?" Lucas did not respond because he had forgotten about the previous chase. He looked at his troubled pal, who had his eyes closed. "Are you going?" "Absolutely." "Aren't you afraid they'll ambush you for fighting against their clan? We've been busted," Lucas worriedly asked. What happened was not in their plan; they expected it to happen, but not this soon. They haven't even finished half of it. All they know is that his parents were murdered by two clans. Apart from that, t
"Manang, what time does Luther get home?" I inquired, peering outside the mansion. It's getting dark, but none of them have returned home. "That depends on the young master; he comes home at different times, sometimes early, sometimes late. Oh, what date is today?" Manang inquired, suddenly recalling something. She checked her phone to confirm something. " Today is the tenth of the month, and I'm sure he'll be late. " "Why?" I inquired, perplexed as to why the company would stay open so late. "He always comes home late on the tenth of the month, telling us not to cook." Manang's response broke my heart. I looked at the food on the table, which I was busy decorating to make it more visually appealing. I also sighed as I looked at my bandaged hands. I was injured several times because I didn't know how to use certain kitchen appliances. I was so ecstatic with my own discovery that I assumed I knew how to use everything. I thought I knew everything and could do everything. "Señora do
"She's really related to the mafia..." Lucas remarked as he hopped into Luther's car. He looked over at Luther, who was sitting quietly in the driver's seat. "I knew it." "But he didn't give any names, so we can't just assume it's Samantha," Kheed said, defending the girl, because he didn't like what he heard in the earlier conversation with Asano's leader. "Would you mind explaining who he's referring to?" Luther demanded. He did not respond right away. He doesn't want to believe that the girl is a bad person because he knows she isn't, but when the truth about her character comes out like this, there's nothing he can do. "I'm damn sure it's her; she's the only one who showed up out of nowhere to mess with my life," Luther added darkly. "I knew it was a set up, that fvcking accident was a fvcking set up!" he exclaimed, still hitting the steering wheel, irritated that the girl had fooled them. He thought he was clever. But he didn't believe a woman could deceive him. "But don't yo
"What?" I asked, looking up when I heard Lucas' question. Feel the sting of his question. Was he under the impression that I was faking memory loss? Did he think I was playing them? "Seems like you're having trouble understanding my words, so let me rephrase: are you trying to deceive us by pretending to lose your memory?" he asked again. I scoffed, staring at him, unprepared for what he said. "Why would I do something like that?" He shrugged and said, "I don't know, you tell me." I scoff again while shaking my head. I'm not sure why they feel the need to accuse me of this. I just cooked. "Don't misunderstand his question, Sam. We're just wondering how you knew you could cook if you truly lost your memory." I heard Kheed join in the conversation, putting the cutlery on the plate. "It simply does not make sense." I nodded and understood what he was saying because even I was surprised by what I did, who wouldn't? "What does losing your memory mean?" I inquired, as they were all foc
Luther nearly went insane over food. Because of his friend's comments, he almost approached the food the girl had prepared. He had almost forgotten about the girl's scam. Still feeling annoyed, he walked straight to his room, where he met the elderly lady who had just emerged from the other end of the hallway. "Oh, Young Master, you've returned." She approached to greet him. In response to her greeting, he coughed slightly and resumed walking as she spoke again. "Did you see Lady Samantha? She's been waiting for you for a while, since seven o'clock in the evening, waiting for you to taste the cooking she worked so hard for, cooking for you that her hands are covered in bruises just to get the right mixture to imitate your Mother's cooking." Again, the young man coughs slightly before saying, "She's with Kheed and Lucas." He then walks directly into his room, not waiting for the old lady to speak. He sighed deeply as he sat in the swivel chair in front of his desk. Squeezing his te
"Don't forget to take your medicine on time, Ms. Vasque. Your wounds aren't fully healed and need time to recover. I just removed the cast from your foot because it's been a month and I can see that it's fine again the way you walk. But! But please be careful. Your bones are already cemented in the leg," the doctor who treated me after my accident said authoritatively. "Don't worry, doc. I'll be careful," I said with a smile and a nod. It has taken the cast off my left foot, which feels fantastic. It was as if it had been released from its cage, as it was so easy to walk on. My cast was removed from my hand about two weeks ago, before I even cooked for Luther. My feet and hands are now completely free to move around. "Lucas knows how to contact me, so don't be afraid to ask or tell me if something is wrong with your body," she added then let out a sign before staring at me. "I'm glad to see you're doing well; when I first saw you, I didn't think you'd survive," she said, smiling. "G