(CEDRICK POV)
“We did everything to set up the grandchild of the cafe owner, Master Kai.”
He just smiled at me.
In a dirty game, the real motive isn’t immediately revealed. They will first try to ensnare you in traps until you get cornered. A mafia boss-like Master Kai knew a lot of those games.
Then he nodded.
“Any news about the creature we’re looking for?”
“The slayer of our clan? Nothing yet. He’s elusive.”
“We need his blood as soon as possible,” he’s trying to control himself from shifting into his wolf form.
Until we heard the commotion outside. He stared at me as to what it was about, and via the earpiece through which each staff member communicated, I got the information…
“The grandson of that cafe is outside. He wouldn’t surrender their cafe but has the money.”
“Invite him to come in.”
(DAHLIA POV) I waited all night for Carlo. Karen's suspicion that I liked Carlo was definitely nonsense. Why have I waited like this? For what? This is the only thing I could do for their parents who wanted them to graduate college. They are literally a headache. I felt sorry for their parents. While waiting for Carlo’s return, I also resume my writing to kill the waiting hours. The ending of my novel was only a few pages close. I just couldn’t decide how to slay it. I notice that the ending playing on my thoughts is too cliche. This is not right. It must be unique. I could cliffhang my readers or just give them an open ending, which could lead to a sequel in case it clicks to the majority. Sunlight was already peeking through the window. I stretched out my arms. I got up from my seat and opened the panes to let the wind in. There is no sign that Carlo will return. My co
(Dahlia POV)“No! You're a thief! How could you steal from me?! Are young people nowadays that cunning?”The crowd around us started taking photos or videos, but the old woman did nothing but fire up their curiosity.“I helped you, ma’am. I wouldn’t steal from you. I am not a thief.”“Don’t you dare talk back, miss!”But that’s the truth. I respect the elderly but don’t tolerate bullies… Anyway, I decided to be more patient than her.“Ma’am, let's just talk this to—”“You think I’m a liar? Do you want to take me to prison?“Wait? Was I just scammed? A gaslighting drama to extort from me? I know this kind of drama. She's playing the victim and weak, for people believe her that I robbed her.I smiled.
(DAHLIA POV)The guy who helped me was nuts. He let an old woman off with extorted money. She’ll repeat it every chance she gets and scam as many gullible people. Tsk.Does the old woman no longer have a sensible job to cling to from scamming?Yet, I was hoping my face didn’t spread on social media and bashed on. I wasn’t an active member of SocMed platforms, but I was only concerned about my future readers. Having bad reputation before my career even begins isn’t a good start. Somehow it makes me sign up to a famous platform for me to be able to know the latest trends. A writer must learn continuously.I remembered what the man had told me earlier. Time is more valuable than money. So I picked up the groceries I bought and left the place.I ignored the people who were willing to waste their time meddling in none of their business. And to the man, who helped me, thank you. Regardles
(CEDRICK POV)“Scent of rosemary,” Master Kai mumbled when an umbrella flew in his sight and caught it. I thought he would be annoyed by the thing, but he was relatively calm when he spoke.“A woman.” Then he smiled… “Who do you think owns this?”“Master Kai.” He asks me questions that I can't answer right away.“An early challenge to return this to its owner. I’m curious about her scent. “That scent calmed him down? That’s new. In a moment, Master Kai disappeared in front of me.Challenge? Early work for someone likes me. Master Kai had nothing else to do aside from doing nonsense things that caught his curiosity.His sudden disappearance wasn’t that hard for me to follow until I found myself in front of that hospital that I had just gone into. I bring here Mr. Ofem
(DAHLIA POV)I was in the corridor, which is the rooms are for VIP patients. Has Carlo used an expensive room? Oh no! This can’t happen. The woman stopped at the front of a door, which is… is Carlo’s VIP room. My pocket was panicking about it. So, before we entered, I had to ask the clerk who really brought my cousin there?“Tell me the truth, Miss. Who brought Carlo here? Is he commissioned to do that ?!” my blood was seething.Did the hospital sponsor Carlo so he wouldn't have to pay for the bill? Or will the one who brought him here be gonna pay?No. Carlo was brought here for burying us in the hospital bill by the one who beat him.“You’re worried about the expenses? Aren’t you concerned about him?” A baritone voice asked.I turned to see who was talking and saw a man taking a cup of drink from the dispenser.“I don&r
(Dahlia POV)I called his parents. Their initial reaction was just like mine, drag Carlo out of the hospital. Until I told them the details. What kind of people did he mess up with to end up that way? But it felt as if it was my fault…I should have given him my money as soon as he asked for it. If I did, he would’ve had stayed home, bruise-free and healthy.“Auntie, what happened to Carlo is really dreadful. He is critical now. He needs to undergo surgery immediately.” I slowly tell them the real situation; hope they listen to me. I couldn't bear this all by myself.“Carlo is just scaring you. Gosh, don't believe him. Let me call him and I will scold him for good. I thought he had a job there. Tss.”"A job?" This reckless person really lied to his parents. He doesn't even help Grandma's cafe ever since he comes here.“Yes. He told me these past days he g
(Dahlia POV)I realized; Carlo was being truthful when he said we’re going to lose the shop. Stupid guy! Just what was he thinking?! I let them do things freely. But to meddle with the old man's property was unforgivable! Carlo is a bad weed, which meant he wouldn’t die easily. It’s up to karma to bitch whoever did that to him.I turned around when I heard someone coughing on his drink. He obviously wishes to get my attention. It was the man from earlier. There, buddy. You should know where to put your nose on.He caught my deadly gaze, the reason why he spilled his drinks. The man who thought he knew my situation a while ago. The one who interfered with that I was more concerned with money than Carlo's severe condition.What he wants to see is begging to save my cousin's life. Cry for him. The question is, does crying pay the hospital bill?It would be best if he joined our conversatio
(Dahlia POV)When I open my eyes out of curiosity, someone is about to hit me. All of a sudden, a hand stopped him. He immediately twisted the attacker's arm to make the man scream and brought down the pan.Unhesitatingly, I managed to pick up the pan. And hit it on the head of the man who almost hurt me."This is what you get!You never fed me, so you can't hurt me!Another swing of the pan. That's it! I am very satisfied with what I did.And when I turned to the One who saved me, my eyes widened. The frying pan fell off in my hand. This is the man who seems to have our paths always intersected. His eyes…Karen pulled me over, and the man kicked the scoundrels again. He's with his associates. Because of them, the unwanted guest runs breathing heavily. It's like we're watching an action film.“Dahlia… are they with you?”I closed my eyes again. I might