To My Lovely Readers,
This previous week I lost my dearest Mom and niece, for now, help me to keep reading and remain for the meantime, and can't wait to write again for an update. Hope you understand. Thank you so much.PRINCE OF GHOST
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(Venal POV)I did find Miss Dahlia in the warehouse, but there is no indication on her face that she finds this workload difficult to handle or that she dislikes what she is doing. She put the box on the high shelf when suddenly she would have lost her balance. I take action to prevent the ladder from becoming dysfunctional. She took a deep breath and was thankful that the accident was prevented. “Thank you very much Sir Venal. Your arrival is really very on time.” She climbs down the ladder. "I think this place is already in order.""Didn't you get any assistance, Miss Dahlia?"“Uhmmm. They're all very busy. But isn't it better to work alone? And I'm used to it.” At least Miss Dahlia has a point."How long are you going to stay here?""Quite a bit more time. I still have something to fix over there. I peeked earlier, and I had to work double, and I might take overtime because Miss Lilith had just told me that I needed to finish everything clean here before the inspection tomorrow.”
(Dahlia POV)I noticed Master Dryzen was eating quietly. Yet I was like ice exposed to the sun. Every time Master Dryzen looks at me, I feel like I'm going to melt. Is there something wrong with the CEO's mind? There are a lot more beautiful women to be played with than someone like me.Only the sound of a spoon hitting a plate can be heard in this room. It's awkward because no one is speaking. I'm not going to be able to cope if the world continues to be like this. I felt more at ease eating with my family or with my cousin Karen, even though their noise was aggravating.Until Master Dryzen finished eating and pick his wineglass. While staring at me, he played circles with the liquid inside the glass."Didn't you cook it?"I noticed his plate was empty, which meant he enjoyed it. I nodded slowly, and he grinned. After that, he drank the wine. Then he faced Sir Venal."Within the next two weeks, Venal."I'm not sure what it's for or what our CEO means, but Sir Venal nodded. Master Dry
(Dahlia POV)“Uhmmm Sir Venal, can you just drop me along the way? I can manage myself from there. I honestly need to do groceries first.”Change of mind. Buying ready-made food wouldn’t help me to save money, doing the grocery will do."I'll go with you, Miss Dahlia." I was surprised by his response. "Which supermarket do you shop for groceries?”Is he serious?! Perhaps he was mistaken to assume that I would stop at a mall to do the groceries. I mean a guy like him shouldn’t be in public markets. I can’t save money for a mall’s groceries department. The tax is too much. Then he doesn't even need to accompany me.“Sir Venal—.” I shook my head to decline. Yet…“I have to Miss Dahlia; I need to escort you. I’ll go with you.” He was staring at the rear mirror and our eyes met.He is deadly serious.“Sir Venal, it is for a commoner market. You don’t need to—.”“I got an order to drive you home safely. I should then escort you Miss Dahlia to your destination before home.”“Eh? Who’s order?
(Dahlia POV)Still Sir Venal carries those plastic bags for me. I’ve lost some of my money a while ago by treating unintentionally my superior with the big fish he bought. For I thought he is going to give me the money he is offering to the seller.I am wrong.“Master Storm will be glad Miss Dahlia to your treat.”“Hehehe.” I laughed in compellation.But I really noticed, the seller doesn’t bargain their price for me, even give me a discount. Is it because my companion is looking rich? Oh I couldn’t deny that fact, for he is obviously the son of a wealthy family and born with a golden spoon. Do I need to wonder, why did the seller fail me to give a bargain price?Tss. Worst, the seller even increases their price of what I buy from them. They are insane to do that! I have a priority, and that is… to save some money!However, chill Dahlia… Let's let Sir Venal do what he wants to do for you owe him.Since I met him, many blessings have come to me. He's the lucky charm I've been waiting f
(Dahlia POV)Cheaper? How can it be cheaper? Which of the goods I bought that cheaper? There is suddenly an inflation in its price. Also, those sellers are unbelievable because they took the opportunity to increase their price, they have their own reason, or they thought my companion could provide to pay. I wanted to complain about his statement but I choose to remain silent. I waste some of my fortunes. Completely splurge the cash I withdraw. And I don’t have any idea if I left some amount on my account because I didn’t check my balance. And even though I multiple times convinced him not to drop me off at home, he is serious to follow our boss's order, particularly driving me home safely and sound. Should I thank our boss for his generosity?Until I realize, we were in front of grandma’s house. The neighborhood is quiet and I don't think there is a neighbor who is curious to peek at their window. Hope those gossipers' minds have their dinner first. It’s already eight o’clock in t
(Dahlia POV)“Eh?” I was stunned.Sir Venal smiles in return. “Or perhaps please accept this in case of trouble or emergency, Miss Dahlia.”“But…” I sighed and took my protest back into my mind. For I am prolonging our time arguing this matter. It is still up to me if I am going to call him or not. I accepted the calling card but is seems familiar to me. This is the very same calling card he handed to me at the teashop. And way back then, I couldn’t remember where I put it. I hope he doesn’t remember that he already gives me one of these before. “Thank you Sir Venal for your kindness.”“Don’t bother to call me anytime Miss Dahlia.” “Ow-key…” Even though he said, I wouldn't let myself bother him and take advantage of his help. “Be careful on the way, Sir Venal.”He nodded. But we stay looking at each other and don’t know who should leave first. When he was about to take the grocery bags but I managed to take them away from him. “I can handle this. Grandma might think mistakenly tha
(Dahlia POV)When Sir Venal left I was relieved.I approached the light switch, for when I entered the house only the light that came from the figurine gave a dim light in the living room. I turned on the light as soon I find the switch box. And my heart almost dropped in my chest for I was surprised seeing grandma in a creepy state. She is sitting on her rocking-chair, and patiently waiting for someone’s arrival, and it is me.“You surprised me Grandma.” I am about to approached her to give a cheek kiss, but she is annoyed."Make me something to eat, I've been starving to death.” Grandma told me a little bit harshly. She looks like a young maiden having unbalanced hormones for her upcoming menstruation. However, I can tell that suddenly grandma’s treatment toward to me change for a while. Is it because of the money she received from the arrogant Kai Carter by selling her ancestor teashop? Are sudden wealth makes a man’s attitude change? Or she is hungry and runs of her patience while
(Yuki POV)I tried to write…Comfortable seats, my favorite table and I was even played by violists and pianists. But it's frustrating because the floor is once again full of papers that I can only write a few words on so I immediately throw them away.An assistant set down a glass of water and I stopped writing. I stared at him, and grinned. I immediately liked it and tore up the paper I was writing on which surprised me. Bowed in front of me and backed away.In my annoyance, I immediately sent the papers flying, threw stones at everyone on the table and stuck the pen on the table. TsI screamed and scolded myself.I don't really have anything good to write. I'm disgusted with myself.Sobbed and suddenly laughed. My brain and hands are so useless... There is not even a good story to write. If my editor sees me, he or my writing colleagues will surely laugh at me. Ts They should be killed!The pianist and violist didn't know if they were going to leave, because my staff blocked the do