Mag-log inMARK If I hadn't known how this police works, believe me I wouldn't have predicted what would happen the minute I was dropped on the road by Asher's men at no where in London.I've my private investigator work to thank for that, no one must be trusted. “Just one tracker, lucky you.” “Thanks man,” I had thanked the security guy by the hospital entrance. Since they had a handheld metal detector machine for catching any bugs. I spent up to a hundred dollars just to get access to their services.It's been a damn two days since I saw or heard from Wren. The last time I was dragged away from the elevator by big mighty men.Not an experience I'd love to encounter.“At least let me see her,” I spoke quietly to the receptionist.Turns out, the other one had exchanged shifts. Thank goodness, I probably won't be caught like last time.“No sir, no guest is permitted to enter.”I slammed the cubicle, unfortunately she didn't flinch. “I'm not any guest, I'm Mark. A friend and closest friend of
ASHERWith effortless push I hold have on his neck, gradually pressed him to the wall. His towel about to fall to the ground, he should be praying it's not what I'm thinking, or else I was ready to cut off his dick for fucking her.I took less than six stride to the room where the voice had come from. My palms pushed the door with force, it hit the wall, the door handle broke into pieces.“Wren?” my deep voice taking over the place.My eyes searched round the room, but no sign of my Wren. Neither did I hear her call for Jace again, it was like no one was or has been here.The room wasn't even smelling like her anymore. I took the opposite route going for Misan's room, but it was locked. “Misan!” I called.No response, my voice only ran back to me. With saky hands I reached for my phone, dialing Misan's number.It went straight to voicemail. Damnit.A cracked laugh boiled my body with anger, my hands in a fist as I turned my face to the irritating human.“To what do I owe your visit n
ASHER“Asher, I don't think it's right,” Noah's hand stopped me from going further.I'd recently been released in the number one popular Houston police department. My father had driven with annoyance, his eyes were bloody ready to deal with everyone who'd gone against him.By letting me off the hook just like that.“I have to see her, I'm taking the next flight back to Houston,” I said, picking up my phone from the bed. “We also need to find Oliver, he'd driven Wren that night.” I heard her footsteps even before I saw her attractive face,she was dressed in her casual jeans and a white t-shirt. Unlike my father, Catherine's eyes were wet, ready and probably blurry for clear vision.She covered her nose with a white handkerchief, cleaning the thick wetness dropping out of her nose.The realization kicked in. Catherine had been crying. She sauntered towards me, her hands wide open for a hug. “Can't you just leave the country, maybe a fresh start in a far away place?” She said, her palm
ASHERThe conversation I was having with my lawyer felt like I was standing at the mountain cliff and a human kept telling me to jump down from that long height. Whereas I knew the consequences of my action if I yielded to the advice.Oliver did a thorough research on her,and he found nothing unclear.My elbows on the desk now, I leaned close to my lawyer, his eyes blinked consciously.“Wren Hastings rich?” He cleared his throat, placing his glass well. “Yes, she's literally the owner of a company called Lovelink. It was her grandmother's, but it's being closed for now since the incident…”I stopped him mid sentence, with my hands hitting the desk in anger. My nose flared, eyes would probably be flagging red. “Wren is just a normal struggling citizen in Australia, who gave you this new information?”“Mr. Zervas,” he replied immediately. I dropped down to the chair, dismayed. Recalling every day with Wren, her excuse for being with Zervas. Her talk of her grandmother, she has been
ASHER These people don't know who they are messing with, perhaps they needed a reminder. I had calmly stretched out my hands to them to do as they were been ordered to.They'd driven me off to their station for questioning. Oliver was already with Wren, so I wonder who the mistress was about they all arresting me for.To the extent Zervas came all the way from Australia to put me in this state, what's the catch?Father had want to see me go weak, as usual this could be part of his plan. I sat comfortably in the cold metal seat in the questioning room, Zervas and a police officer were across form me.“You both have five minutes to explain yourself, I've been lenient enough,” I warned.Zervas hissed, while the officer shook his head going for a document on the desk. He opened the first page, read it quietly, then his glared at me.“My lawyers will be in touch,” I said casually standing up from the chair. Zervas hiss was more louder and irritating, his palms slapped on the desk sudden
ASHER I woke up the next day having an urge for something. I literally hadn't slept past three hours last night, since we landed in Houston. The estate was filled up with press wanting to know more about our marriage.Eve agreed to leave the house the next morning, since she would want to relax her head from the mess that occurred.My sex tape and our divorce news.Oliver had informed me he had to keep Wren in the hotel there in London, because she was having a breakdown from the scandal.I brushed my face with my right hand in big regret, I should have gone to meet her immediately instead of Eve.“Feeling any better?” I turned my head from the pillow to the door where the female voice came from. Eve was standing, not leaning by the door, wine glasses in hand. A bottle of whiskey underneath her arm.“I'm sorry I didn't tell you I signed the papers,” she said slowly. “And for your lawyer, he had nothing to do with my decision.”I stood up from the bed. Her eyes fell to my legs, and







