“What’s wrong mother?” Kieran mumbles worriedly when he caught her staring at him.
Hillary shakes her head, “Nothing.”
Under the burning sun, two figures stood beside an extravagant car. A woman, with exquisite features one has never seen in the small City of Yuro and a child, owning such piercing and cold eyes that could be mistaken of a person who had lived longer than their forefathers and mothers.
His frosty eyes had a story to tell of resentment and anger and every person who passed near them could not avoid but glance and settle their eyes on them with admiration as some threw envious gazes, but despite the difference of their judgments, one thought occupied all their heads 'they must be foreigners' as they have never seen such people carrying strong and prominent features around the city. Just one close look and they could distinguish the strong gene connection between the young lady and the child in her arms.
The amusement park was like a whole new world paired with the sight of busy people moving in and out from the large entrance exit, wearing the same satisfied and warm smile imprinted on their faces.
Though the place was rowdy, the mixture of different muffled sounds combined together was just perfect and pleasant to her ears. She had always admired public places that don't require encoding and scanning the identity of anyone's status in life, it just felt more natural upon not knowing the tiniest detail of the people you come across with.
They weren't like the judging eyes of the socialites who were waiting for her to make a mistake to humiliate her. They all had nothing to do in life but raise their net worth and gain more power. She grew tired of trying to blend in with the manipulative society. She had long envied the serene and peaceful lives of others.
The chauffeur work his way to open and grip a black umbrella tightly around his left hand while the heiress's bag was occupying his right as he stood beside the young miss, extending his arm in the air to shelter his masters from the heat while also distancing himself from the heiress' body. He cannot spare any chances of giving wrong impressions towards the public as well as the young boy who had his every movement monitored.
Hillary smiled warmly towards her chauffeur, thanking him for the umbrella. It lessens the heat Kieran felt who despises this type of weather. It's already near summer it's not questionable why the weather’s burning.
"See, it isn't so bad after all." She whispers at her child's right ear, who seems distracted in her arms. He looked pretty much uneasy and worried than the man beside her.
The young boy who was busy throwing calculative glances at every man he sees within three meters away from where they stood glance back at her with hesitation in his eyes. "Mother, we can we go somewhere else?" His voice was soft with pure consideration, making her forehead crease. Was he worried this might be too crowded for them to enter?
The chauffeur's ears perk up in surprise at the young boy's statement as well as the assigned team who overheard the conversation through Lee's earpiece.
"Young miss, indeed it's best to come here when the amusement park has been reserved beforehand under the company's name." The chauffeur coaxes her, earning an approval glance from the young boy, looks like their young master also wants to persuade the heiress to discontinue the idea of entering the amusement park.
He decided he will use it as an advantage. They had ran a background check of the past crimes occurred in this public area and he's worried that the security team is not enough to stop any unpredictable accidents in the future. Their masters' safety is at risk at their sudden exposure to the society, the heiress will surely get a beating from her mother out of this.
City of Yuro may be small, but it’s known for the origin of bandits, expert mass murderers, assassins, and etc. . . . The list is too long for him to name one by one that only added to the amount of anxiousness he feels.
It's no doubt why people with status preferred living in luxurious and big countries such as Shangwei, which placed first in social reviews whether the reason was security or safety. The capital city of the country is where most of the wealthiest people reside, making the city itself harder for any residence or tourist to visit.
It's a good thing the Madam and Head Master preferred living here in Yuro for peace, away from the pressure of the world’s wealthiest socialites when the Marquez Corporation ranked fourth at the top five biggest companies chart in Shangwei while second here in Yuro because rather than safe the city itself was dangerous, crowded with greedy eyes who tolerates bloodshed over friendship. People in the city were inhuman killers who view each other as preys.
"Don't you want to go, little bun?" The heiress asks her son for confirmation, giving Lee a warning glance who looked away in an instant, surveying the fluid movements around them.
"I don't want to, mother." The young boy shook his head.
Hillary's brows met at the sudden change of his mind. "What's wrong? I thought you were excited."
He puffed his cheeks first before speaking, "It's not that mother. I just assumed there were no. . . .” His eyes turned blazing cold as his eyes follow the man who just passed near them, near enough to reach his mother in one arm length. “. . . Pests around"
Her eyes bulge at his rude insult, "Kieran!" She scolds.
Kieran frowned. What? He was telling the truth. He embraced his mother lovingly and buried his head near her neck, pretending to sulk to garner his mother's sympathy. He hates this place.
"What you said was not nice." She shakes the silent child in her arms in hopes of lending his ears to her, "Can you at least enjoy the day? The weather's nice."
As stubborn as her, he kept shaking his head, disagreeing to what she said but decisive enough to grasp unto his opinion without letting her know. No matter what she does to defend others in front of his face, it only made him angrier towards the peasants who effortlessly garnered the side of his mother against him.
"It's crowded and noisy, so it is expected that the whole area is filthy when the surfaces aren't disinfected after a person uses after another. Mother, can’t you feel it? It’s too hot, the sun will burn your skin and the amusement park is too open we can't trust these pes—people without running a background check." He paused, green eyes determined as it pierce through her hazel ones.
"The media who had published an article about you is just two blocks away. Once they found out you're here. . ." He cease once again, now with a hint of sorrow in his eyes. "They will end up ruining the day. We cannot simply ignore these possibilities. Overall we're at disadvantage mother, so I don't see any reason for me to enjoy such place."
After hearing his long speech, Hillary could only bat her lashes and close her parted lips, speechless for a minute. He was talking too fast without letting her process everything he had said that wasn't likely a child like him would say. Somewhat her son's nagging felt oddly familiar inside her head. She bites her lips at the unwanted memory of someone. Not again. She couldn’t hide the fact that he was starting to look and behave similarly as that man. He’s almost like his mini duplicate or clone.
Lee’s jaw hangs open, in dazed while nodding his head. His brain cells at work, processing the lists of facts their young master has provided. Excellent! Why didn't he think of those reasons when he was so persistent to do anything to stop the heiress from stepping out of the car in the first place? Or maybe his head was just too occupied to think what kind of future is waiting for him once he's out of the job. He couldn't help but applaud this young boy for his help. It will save them from extra scolding, even save them from losing their beloved jobs.
"Messy is good, in such crowded place I doubt the media will be able to find us anytime, plus they don't know my identity. I look different on work than I am now, little bun." She pinch the tip of his nose. "Where did you learn all these? Goodness, you're just three years old." She frowns back at him.
"Turning four in a month, mother. I'm not a child anymore." The young boy whines. He despises it when she still sees him as a child. He's working hard to excel things impossible in his age could achieved in order for her to acknowledge the fact that he’s not a child anymore. He’s more of a man he proudly sees he is.
Seeing the stubborn look on his face, she gave up, "Then do you have a place in mind?" She gestures Lee to open her bag in his hand, allowing her to pull out an untouched face towel resting inside one of her favorite vounché bags which she did not hesitate to spend her funds over a single material in an auction.She rubs off the sweat emerging from her son's forehead. Her face twist in displeasure. Does he feel uncomfortable because of the weather?Kieran stayed silent and stared at her while she dries his face. He simply rest his head on her shoulder, snuggling closer to her, and rubbing his cheek against her warm chest when she placed her open palm on top of head, protecting him from bumping his head against the roof of the car as they hop back inside the Bentley. His arms lock around her without giving her the chance to oppose. At last, he felt relieved with contentment. He could stay like this the whole day if his mother agrees.The young boy was cele
The old chauffeur from the next car in line behind the Bentley had the same thought circling around his head. He didn't dare to honk the car horn like an impatient brute wanting to scald the name of the powerful general. He remained lenient in his seat, his fingers fidgeting against the steering wheel nervously as the muffled voices outside continuously rang to his ears.He lifts his chin and glance at the rear-view mirror. His keen eyes pierce through the small sliding window, wide enough for a head to peek through as it was the only transparent surface separating the front row from the wide backseat. The LED lights attached to the sides glowed, brightening the area, but the soft touch didn’t reach the farthest seat where he focused his eyes at. It was glum and too quiet. No one could tell if there was really a person breathing behind him.A lady is spotted lounging comfortably in the corner of the backseat with her usual glamorous and placid mystique.Ta
In spite of the fact the right key has yet to resolve the ill questions inside their heads, the audience couldn’t be more meddlesome in such special event. Some hurried over to the entrance while a few were glad to grasp the opportunity to familiarize the new and pristine faces laid out fresh in clear sight. Those genes are simply out of the world.The grand RV carpet was laid out for a woman and a child, it’s already a catchy headline to boast. Just whose property these two belong?The crowd was thrilled, their prying eyes glued at the child alone who outshined the rest of them in his simple white designed sweater. Their curiosity soared even higher. Call it future investment as it may sound. They have to know who this young boy is. He would make a good pair to one of their young daughters."Welcome to Crown cinema theatre of Yuro. We are deeply honored to be at your service," the manager smiled widely, brushing the fact that she almost stammered du
Embracing the hot breeze in summer, he pondered about how this type of weather could easily roast someone alive. With his hair swept backwards. Lee stood unfazed. Amidst his capacity of paying attention to his masters at the same moment he was listening attentively through his earpiece at the pointers given by his colleague stating to him the directions of every the fire exit, safe passage ways for escaping, and the stationed places where the rest of his kind are assigned. Diego, the head of the security team expertly organized the plan sheets along the blueprints of the theatre on his small black painted oak desk inside the customized backseat of the van. As his hands were busy with the files, his forehead creased seeing the repeated blinking of two green dots in the same position at his radar, “The subjects aren’t moving?” Hearing his brazen voice blasting in his earpiece, Lee had his eyes over the young boy, wondering when will they shelter themselves from
“What you did was offensive,” Kneeling in front of her child, eye to eye, she utters in a shrill, yet wavering voice. Her lips trembled restlessly as she’s engrossed with the worst scenarios inside her head.The area was rowdy with everyone’s chatters echoing from every corner and the full volume of various TV screens featuring movie trailers repeatedly buzz around the area, yet despite the noise, the hallway was succumb in deep silence and the noises from the lobby turned muffled and eerie as it bounces to the long and deep corridor.Just like the suppressed voices her sanity abolishes, "What were you thinking Kieran? Anywhere you look at it, it's improper to meddle when adults are talking,” her head was clouded with worry. Her child’s too young to have known that was the general's daughter they’re speaking to and that’s the point, he doesn’t know what type of person he has offended.She admits she didn't li
Due to his misbehavior numerous heads briefly turns towards their direction before resuming to their individual businesses. Kieran’s rejection cause her to sigh. There he goes again, it’s the same burdensome process, "Don't be stubborn, Kieran. You're sweating so you have to change clothes," Hillary conveys a clear justification to knock some sense to him. Unfortunately. . . "I don't want to mother." . . . He opposed. He really is as stubborn as a mule. "I don’t want you ill once your sweat dries out. Do you prefer changing in the restroom?” Is that it? Was he embarrassed? She was about to stand as planned, but her child continued to resist by shaking his head and slumping his body against hers once again. “I don’t want to argue with you, come on let’s go,” she pokes his side, yet he didn’t even budge. He lifts his chin and place it between the valley of her chest, "Then let’s not argue about it mother. I'm fine. I'
Taking one massive breath Lee turns to face the heiress, “I apologize for the wait. It’s a tradition between the ancestors to let every male member study and master fire arm weapons,” his right palm grips the back of his left hand as he stood straight, hands positioned in front of his crotch. He couldn’t look straight at her as her squinted eyes bore right through him. Was there even such thing? “What for?” How hysterical, it amuses her that how can this happen without getting her consent? She has all the rights to know what bullshit tradition he’s spouting. For crying out loud, the child’s barely three. Any sane parent knows it’s not necessary for children to learn weapons in his age and hopefully they’re not plotting something more bizarre than this. If you ask her would she want to expose her child to something as harmful as this? Definitely not! The chauffeur squeeze his eyes shut as he bows instead of answering her question, “I apologize. I’m not
Hillary walks out from the steel door held open by her chauffer. She was in a nostalgic state with red puffed eyes and runny nose. Her lips were plump from biting it unconsciously. The movie was tormenting and heartbreaking to watch to the point she was unable to keep her tears from falling after the unexpected plot twist appeared by the end of the film, but as she left the room. Her soul and heart stayed where she sat for nearly two hours straight after grieving and crying her heart out.Her chauffeur greets them, handling her a white handkerchief tucked from the breast pocket of his black suit, which she rejected by swaying her hand at him.She’s okay, there’s nothing to be worried of.She bites her lips, the more she denies it the more her chest tightens. It’s unavoidable to yearn for the touch of comfort she needs at this moment.She wasn’t expecting such tragic film would carve itself painfully in her memory. The eye-opening e