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Getting Caught
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His Reward Making Her Stance
-------Hart Family House-------- "Dad, I just lied to a police officer for you. So be honest. Where did you hire Nate from? Why didn't you check his background? With all his crimes... If he lied against you guys... then, then… all of you will definitely go to jail.” Lydia asked with worry. But her concern only made them uncomfortable. "From now on, I will hire my own bodyguards, so you don't need to worry about me. I also have to go to the police station to hear what he has to say. If he lies about you guys, then I will try to help you all.. Don't forget... he mentioned your names..." Lydia added in panic. And sure enough, Mrs. Hart almost had a heart attack on the spot. What the hell? There was no way that she would allow Lydia to find out.. no way in hell!! In Fact the whole family thought the same way, not just Mrs. Hart. "You're right. I should have looked into it more. When would you be going to the police station?.You know that we care for you... If you think that it would b
His Reward Family Vacation
One day later, the same police officers came back to the Hart residence during breakfast."Good morning, Miss. We have terrible news. Last night, your bodyguard and his crew died mysteriously."Died?Lydia was taken aback. How did her family do it? Who was helping them in the shadows?"Weren't they under police custody? How could they be murdered then?" Lydia asked while pretending to look very depressed."Miss, last night, there was a power outage at the station, and by the time the lights came back on, they were all dead. We suspect someone hired skilled assassins to sneak into the station and murder them." The first officer stated while vigilantly observing everyone’s expressions."Yes. We suspect that it was one of their acquaintances on their line of business. The person was probably scared of being ratted out and hence, decided to murder them all." The second officer added.At this point, the other Hart family members were relieved."That's really sad.. I would've loved to talk
His Reward A Perfect Escape
In a blink of an eye, the days flew like running water. -----Hart Residence----- The air is so brittle it could snap in half. No one spoke, yet everyone was moving in and out of the main building severally. Holding their breaths, the household staff were quick on their feet, transporting the many luxurious suitcases with utmost care. "You idiot! Are you drunk? Do you know how much my bags cost? Even if I sell you 20 times on the black market, it won't cover the damn cost!" "Take it easy! Take it easy, you MORON. That's my latest baby in your hand. If I get so much as a scratch on it, I'll deduct your salary for the next three months!" The Harts bellowed like fire-breathing dragons at the useless staff around them. They wore luxurious attires and controlled the scene with their noses raised to the sky. And when everything was packed, they stood before the vehicles, facing saying their farewells to Lydia in a rushed manner. "Sister, don't worry. Like I've said, I'll take enough pic
His Reward Freedom
Standing before Julia was her driver and the head guard, who were tapping their feet and crossing their hands on their chests. Lydia paid no heed to their actions as she calmly nodded at Mya. "Here... Take it." Mya handed them a card. "With this, I expect you both to handle things around here, and get daily supplies, be them groceries or lightbulbs if it comes to it." "Ahhhh!" The duo was ecstatic, sending their hands to the card. They've worked here so long that even if they didn't respect Lydia, they knew she was a very generous person. Meaning the money in the card should be three or even ten times more than what they might require. Which gives way to another fundamental question -- Who among them will get to carry it? The driver and the head guard stared at each other viciously, forgetting they were still in the Presence of their boss. Hmph! The driver raised his nostrils to the sky, pulling the card to his end. "Are you picking a fight with me? You and I know that
His Reward A Good Friend
Closing her eyes, Lydia felt her body relax. No matter how revenge-stricken she seemed, there was a part of her that feared her family.Lydia took deep breaths, calming her trembling hands. She knew it was silly, but living under their control for almost 30 years in her previous life made her body agitated whenever she disobeyed them. Mya didn't notice her strangeness, steadily drove the vehicle into a paid Parking building. Around and around they circled till they reached the fourth floor. Very casually, Mya took Lydia's suitcase before opening the door. They were going to switch to a very mediocre vehicle from here on out. Soon, they were on the road again, heading back where they came from. Lydia nodded approvingly, seeing the gated residential community they drove into. "Are you here for a visit or do you live here? If so, please show your ID, blah, blah, blah."The security guards did brief but thorough checks. Although this gated community wasn't at the top of the food ch
His Reward Enter Lawyer Alan
Time always flies by fast when one has too much on their minds.Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.The clock was ticking, and in a blink of an eye, Lydia had already been informed of Alan's arrival in the company. "Send Mr. Alan in."With a touch of a button, she spoke to Mya in the other room. Alan, Alan, Alan... The two-faced prick came in with a flashy smile, as though they were the truest of friends. "It's a relief to see you're doing better, miss Lydia. Having serious headaches could cause extreme dizziness if not careful." He cheekily advised, undoing his middle suit button and nonchalantly taking a seat as though the place belonged to him. Alan squeezed his finger lightly on his armrest while still focusing on Lydia. "Since the meeting has begun, let's get down to business. The agenda for today is your Will."Mya sat on the side, taking the meeting minutes. Lydia's requests must not be altered. As requested, Mya also recorded everything on tape. This was agreed upon by all p
His Reward Plans Always Change
Sitting in his vehicle, Alan slowly buckled his seatbelt and remained motionless, before suddenly going on a rampage. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!The poor vehicle didn't know what it did to piss off its owner. Do you know how it feels like to plan how you would spend non-existent money that would soon be yours, only to have it pushed back or delayed by one thing or another? The feeling was painful! If there was a kid with ice cream by his side now, he would grab the cone, throw it on the floor and trample on its lowly existence until his shoes wore out. Then there was the matter of changing her secretary. Well, because Mya was there, he didn't bring it up. However, it had to be done even if Lydia wrote her will today. Why? Because they needed a spy closer to Lydia who would follow her like Mya follows Lydia everywhere. At least until they kill her off, they must always know where she is, what she was doing, who she met with, what she liked, what she hated, what she planned for, and every
His Reward Winston Bank
Winston Bank, one of the country's top ten banks used by the vast majority of people from all walks of life. Rather than heading to the main branch she was used to, Lydia and Mya decided to venture into a smaller branch on the city's outskirts. Once inside, only a handful of people came and went. The atmosphere was relaxed and no one knew who she was. Seeing Lydia approaching, one of the tellers scrutinized her from head to toe in disgust, rolling her eyes at her bad luck. 'No brand clothes?... Probably a broke girl looking for a loan or something. Why do I always get poor clients while Gina gets the wealthier ones?' The young bank teller questioned, enviously staring at the merry coworker beside her.'People say rich people won't come here, but do you know how many young and handsome rich young masters Gina has met on the job? F***! Some even slipped her into their cards, wanting to see her again. But when it comes to me, I only get dirt-poor ones!'Damn! It just wasn't fair. Lo
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