Traizle "Traizle." The younger Arias called me, sitting beside me as if we were close. Arching my right eyebrows at him, Arias lifted his hands. "I surrender." he added. "Zarsuelo is not here." I replied. He laughed. "I am not finding him," he responded and looked at me from head to toe. "Woah, you are beautiful tonight." he added. I shrugged my shoulders. "They told me that already." I retorted. He clapped his hands while shaking his head. "What confidence you have. I am starting to like you more," he answered. "What I meant is that I like you for my friend. You are feisty. You can control that dumb friend of mine who all he knows is to eat sweets." he added. I don't know if it is sincere, or if he is being sarcastic. "That dumb friend of yours might be looking for you. Better go and find someone you can talk to." I answered. "What a coldhearted woman." he replied, holding his chest as if he was sad about what I had told him. "Why are you talking to my girl—oh, Aiden m
Traizle "What do you think, Traizle?" Zarsuelo asked excitedly. Well, he's asking me about his new project. A project that is not related to his work and his company. He wants to make a playground on the ground floor so that his employees' children can play while their parents are working and for him to play with them. That's the main reason why he wants to build one. "I want to make a big playground on the ground floor. I will have three or four onlookers to make sure the children are safe." he added. He is more interested in doing this project, unlike the new project that the marketing team did. He even didn't mind our new possible investors that I told him about, saying he would entertain my report later. "Still, it is not right, Zarsuelo." I answered. "But I want to see some kids. Should I ask the building beside us to move? So that we can build a kindergarten?" He asked with his high-paid ideas. He suddenly talked about this topic when he saw one on his computer. Whi
Traizle "I am sorry for what happened a while ago." Archane guy said while we were fixing the table. I turned to him and nodded my head. "It's okay. It's not your fault. And also, you should tell this to our boss, not me." I answered. He shook his head. "I feel like I should say sorry to you as well," he responded. "Thank you for punching them for me. I was unable to fight back because Benedict's slaves were holding me tight." he added. I waved my hands. "No worries, I don't want something bad to happen to you too. You are not doing anything wrong," I told Archane. "Since you worked here, you were doing good. There's no need for me to get mad at you. Your family must be proud that you are working your ass off to earn money if they knew about this." I continued. He smiled as he shook his head. "He doesn't know about this," he answered. "He will get mad if he knows about this. " He grins. Then why is he working? After what happened, he's from a wealthy family, and his parents would
Traizle "Where did that idiot go that he is too late?" I muttered as I walked back and forth while waiting for Lyndon outside our house. It's already late, and Zac told me Lyndon never went home after school. I won't be worrying if he won't go home since Layzen has Zac, but Lyndon did not text any of us. That is why I didn't go to work at the Snack Bar. I kept on calling him, but he was not answering his phone. "The motorcycle seems so familiar to—what happened?" I asked Archane when he stopped before me with Lyndon on his back. "Why does he have these bruises? What happened!" I couldn't help but growl at him. "I don't know either, okay? Calm down first. Help me support him." Archane replied. I quickly went to Lyndon and supported him. "Who the hell did this to my brother!" I asked, unable to stop myself from crying in annoyance. "Let's get him inside." he suggested. We put Lyndon to bed. "What happened to Lyndon?" Layzen asked, crying as soon as he saw his older brother's stat
Traizle Layzen is worried about his brother. He is asking for help to beat the guys who hurt Lyndon. I let Layzen talk to Zarsuelo. I looked at Lyndon's phone to see if there was anything suspicious. I only saw a screenshot saying he had passed the scholarship application and needed to pass the requirements. I don't know if I should be happy or sad. When he had good news to tell, this happened to him. Tomorrow morning, I prepared our breakfast. Layzen went to school with Zac, although he does not like to go to school today because of Lyndon. "Traizle." I heard Lyndon call me. I went to his side quickly. "How do you feel? Are you okay?" I asked continuously. He nodded. "How did I end up here? I was beaten up in the street when I lost consciousness." he answered as he tried to sit up. "One of my co-workers at the Snack Bar saw you lying unconscious on the street. Fortunately, he knew my number, which is why he immediately helped you and took you home," I explained. "Why did this
Traizle One of them knew that we were living here. Are we still safe here? Are we going to see them next time? What happened to Lyndon might not be the worst thing we might face afterward. What should I do? Do we have to suffer too much again? Do we have to experience the torment we had before? We are safe, but we shouldn't be complacent. "Traizle!" Leaping from the shock I felt, I glared at Zarsuelo. "I hugged and almost kissed you, but you never flinched. What are you worrying about? I am getting worried already." He asked, pouting at me. I shook my head. "None," I answered. "Thank you for helping us again." I said, showing him my gratitude. "No worries. I also don't want them to get hurt. They are like my younger brothers as well," he replied. "Can't you share it with me? I am willing to listen, and maybe I can help you with that." he added. It could be about the thoughts I have been having since they came. I am not in my right mind after our talk. "Thank you, but I don'
Traizle "Can you do that?" I asked, laughing at him. He can say something about an idea that involves money. A high-paid notion indeed. "I can! I can buy every inch of them and make them my slaves." Zarsuelo boasted. Smiling creepily at the air. He is now plotting his move in his mind. "I will ensure they will suffer as you guys did. I want them to feel that taste of hell," he added. "I'm going to show them that they harmed the wrong people." he muttered again. Tapping his shoulder. "Matthew, your evil thoughts are going out one by one." I told him. "Oh? It is—wait, you called me by my name, right?" he asked, surprised. I arched my eyebrow at him. "Am I?" I asked back as if I didn't know myself. "Did I hear it wrong? You never called me by my name, though," he replied, unsure. "But I feel like you did. Matthew and Zarsuelo are way too opposite to pronounce. My heart beats faster after you called me." he added. "Perhaps you misheard me, Zarsuelo," I replied. I was laughing at
Traizle The next day came, and I went to Lyndon's school. Bryan was suspended for a week. I still didn't allow Lyndon to go to his school and rest. I am thankful that Zac is willing to help us without asking anything. He told me that he could help Lyndon while taking care of Layzen. That is why I don't have to worry too much. "Traizle," I looked at the owner of the voice. "Are you okay? You are thinking deeply. Is something bothering you?" Mr. Andrade asked. "Mr. Andrade, please accept my apologies," I said, standing up to bow to him. "How can I help you?" I asked. He guided me to sit back down again and sat in front of me. "Can I join you for a while?" He asked. I nodded and fixed myself. We are at the cafeteria, and I am having a coffee. "Do you want anything, Mr. Andrade?" I asked him. Mr. Andrade smiled. "No need. Thank you for the offer," he answered. "How are you?" He asked. "I am doing well, how about you? Are you here to meet Mr. Zarsuelo?" I answered. He nodded. "Ye