Next chapter here. This chapter was a lot harder to write than all the chapter. But finally made it through. Wondering what Eric would do next? Tune in to the next chapter tomorrow
Phoebe's POV: It was hard enough to escape the men tailing us, but fortunately, we managed to slip away. However, finding the hideout proved to be more difficult. Anthony kept leading us to God knows where. Fortunately, we eventually found the hideout—a small apartment located in an isolated place. It was kind of cute. We scanned the place to see if we were being followed. There was nothing to be alarmed about. As we peeked through the windows, no one seemed to be around. I wondered if it was the right place. "Are you sure this is the place?" "Yes, I believe so," I could sense his doubts in his tone. Clearly, he wasn’t sure either. Suddenly, the door opened, and Chang's head popped out. "Chang." "Phoebe." He smiled at me. "Come on in," he invited us. He grabbed a seat for me and ignored Anthony, who chuckled. "You are bleeding," he noticed the little cut on my forehead. "It's nothing I can't handle." "No, I must treat it." "Chang, it's really oka
First Love… “Yaa!!” Diana yelled, startling everyone. She ran towards Eric and hit him on the back. “How dare you ignore me when I called you, huh? You imbecile, you almost got us all caught!” “S-sorry,” Eric stammered, trying to run from her. There was no way he could stand an upset Diana. He hid behind Phoebe. “How dare you also yell at my client? Where do you think you’re going?” They kept running around Phoebe. Phoebe was about to say something when Diana glared at her. She handed Eric to Diana. “Phoebe!” Eric pleaded. She pretended not to have heard him. Diana grabbed his left ear. “Ouch!” he winced in pain. “I was just concerned about Phoebe’s safety.” “Yaa!!” Diana yelled again, almost damaging everyone’s ears, especially Eric’s. His face turned pale as his soul almost left his body. “Are you saying I don’t care about her? Huh? She clearly said she was okay. What more do you want me to do?” She shook his soulless body. Feeling for her boyfriend, Phoebe tr
The De-Royal Family Residence Vanessa was being strangled by her brother. He slammed her back against the wall and held her neck. Unable to breathe, she struggled to free herself, but he was much stronger than her. “C-Cloud, I -I -I c-c-can’t breathe,” she managed to choke out. She was losing consciousness. A tear from her eye snapped him out of his rage. He quickly removed his hand. “Khofi! You nearly killed me, bastard.” Cloud hated the idea of hurting his precious sister but he had enough of her. “Bastard? You fool, you can’t even get your act together. I specifically told you not to stir up trouble, didn’t I?” he yelled at her. She rubbed her throat and spoke, “I have done nothing to warrant this rough treatment from you, brother.” “I think there is something wrong with that head of yours.” “Are you insinuating I am insane?” “Of course. No sane person would embrace problems when we’re supposed to be avoiding them,” he explained. “I didn’t kill him.” “You thi
Notice: This chapter will be in Diana’s point view. I am excited to share Diana’s view on her case. Diana’s POV This is the first case I've ever dealt with that has no systematic arrangement. Everything seems confusing, moving from one story to another. I can't wrap my head around this one. Not only is the family famous and dangerous, but Eric's connection to them makes it even harder to crack this case. I sat in my office all night, trying to find a way to avoid being stuck on one case forever. If I piece together all the information we have, it only leads to a dead end. Despite Mr. Lawrence's confession, I can't see where the case is going. The prime suspect is no longer a suspect. Damn it, I'm dying here. A knock on the door interrupted my messy thoughts. "Diana, can I come in?" Jasmine asked. I granted her permission to enter. "You don't seem okay," she said, worried. "Well, I'm not," I admitted. She didn’t let me finish before she started blabbing. "O
Phoebe’s POV “How did you get my number?” He laughed out loud. I couldn’t figure out if he was an imposter, a helper, or a distraction. But he sounded confident and was confusing. “Don’t you think that is the less important thing you should be asking?” he said. “It’s important to me. You could be a fraudster, and I can’t deal with that.” He chuckled. “You are as hard-headed as I thought.” “Tell me why you came to me and not Diana? She is the one handling the case. I want a definite answer if you want me to listen to you.” “Because I see more potential in you than Diana. She may be a lawyer, but she is a softie.” His tone was calm but harsh. There was no doubt in my mind that he is one of the men who look down on women in power. I chuckled. “Let’s meet up,” he said. “I hardly know anything about New York. I can’t meet you anywhere,” I said to him. “Don’t worry about that. You tell me your location, and I will have my men pick you up.” Men? I said to mysel
NOTICE: Mild sexual content… read with caution. Eric’s POV I knew Phoebe was hiding something from me. I knew exactly where she was. She met up with someone behind my back. I wondered why she hid it from me. What she being threatened? I wondered. But I had my doubts. It was impossible to for her to be threatened. She may look weak to the others but she was on a whole new level when she is angered. We need as we were told. Diana ordered us to stay low. It was pointless to do anything anyways. The key suspect was no longer the suspect. The case was all messed up. And now Phoebe was hiding something from me. A knock on the door , interrupted my thoughts. “Hey” Phoebe entered. “You look tired and distracted,” she observed. I sighed. I wanted to question her from keeping things from me, but it would make it worse. She would find out I was keeping an eye on her and have imprinted a tracker on her wrist watch. She was quite smart,in order to prevent that from happening.
Phoebe’s POV I was a little harsh. Why can’t I control this little mouth of mine? I left his office in a rush because I felt so guilty; I couldn’t look him in the eyes. He must have doubts about my feelings for him. Since we got back from New York, I hardly had time to talk to him. A week had passed since I met up with George De-Royal. I went to him because I wanted some advice on what to do with the information I had gotten. Diana and her team were still in New York, probably looking for more evidence or suspects for the case. Anthony was asked to rent a new apartment. But he decided to stay in his new house he purchased not long ago. On my way to my desk, I ran into Andrew. I sighed and passed by him. “Miss Meyers!” he called. “Yes, Andrew,” “Are you okay? You seemed a little distracted,” “It’s nothing to be worried about,” We had the attention of the other employees, so I had to hurry back to my desk. I smiled at him and asked to leave, but he stopped me
Phoebe’s POV The call was short and precise. I didn’t expect him to agree to meet up. I knew he was a busy man. Moreover I asked him to meet me up. I did my research. He had a two-day meeting with some of his partners in Singapore. Since luck was on my side, I decided to use it to my advantage. If he really was behind the death of Kane, it would be the best time to catch him before he leaves for New York. Phoebe managed to get Cloud De-royal to meet her up. But her decision was unplanned. She kept wondering if it would come out fruitful or fruitless. Meanwhile, George De-royal, had confirmed his suspicions about Phoebe. He had already had someone look into Phoebe. Phoebe was no longer on his side or she never was. He met up with his two brothers. The youngest brother was still in high school, and the brother after him, and first son of his mother and his stepfather had just graduated from college. They waited for him in his house and made themselves comfor