"What?" Andrea asked in disbelief, glancing up at a battered Adrian. He hadn't bothered taking care of his looks before coming straight to Andrea because he termed the information he had as very important. "I'm serious. He's really convinced Cheryl is Ghost." Adrian repeated. "Ah, I see." She muttered, taking her eyes off him. "Is that why you didn't take care of your looks before coming to see me?"Adrian glanced down at himself and smiled in embarrassment. "I thought you should be aware of it as soon as possible." Andrea dropped the file in her hand before looking up at him again, "And I'm grateful for that, Adrian. But have you ever wondered if your zealousness to tell me about it is exactly what he wants?" "What do you mean?" Adrian asked apprehensively. Andrea sighed and placed both hands on her desk, "What if he just wanted to see how you'll react? What if he knew you'd be so disturbed you'd come look for me as soon as he releases you? So he asked some of his men to tail y
"I'll be out for a few hours. You can text me if you need something." Carrie told Kirby, slipping something into her pocket. Kirby who had her eyes lowered onto a novel, hummed without looking up at her. "Okay, that's it. Tell me what the problem is. Why have I been getting the silent treatment for the past three one week?" She asked, taking her seat beside Kirby. "Nothing. I've just been busy with work and extremely stressed." Kirby responded, flipping a page of the novel. "New York had way more matters that you had to deal with, yet, you had no problem dealing with them and still smiling at me. I insist that you tell me what I've done wrong." Kirby finally looked up at Carrie and locked gazes with her for more than thirty seconds, before she returned it to her book. Flipping open another page, she said, "I saw your guns." Carrie didn't think much about it before she replied, "Its for protection. And it's also licensed." "You can have more than a dozen guns, knives, grenades,
"The DNA result is out, Miss Accardo." The family doctor said as he walked into the house. He paused for a split second to stare at Newton, before reinstating his gaze. He handed the result to Andrea and backed down.Andrea stared at it hesitantly for a while before tearing it open. Her eyelids constricted when she saw it. "Does it match? Is he your son?" Gabriel asked, snatching the result from her. He feasted his eyes on it for a while before he trailed his eyes to Newton. "The result states that he bears a 99.9 percent resemblance to Andrea Accardo. In other words, he's her son." He declared firmly. Andrea glanced at the boy again and shook her head softly. Then she turned and headed up the stairs, leaving behind the words, "I need a moment to process this.""If you keep acting this way, he'll get the impression you don't want him." Georgina snorted behind her.Andrea stopped immediately and tilted her head backward a little. "If you think I'm going to engulf a child I never s
Marco stopped seeing the familiar Benz drive into the compound. Cheryl alighted from it with an envelope. She held it and walked towards the house's entrance, but discovered Marco was blocking the way. "Excuse me." She said, raising an annoyed brow. "Watch your back, Cheryl." Marco admonished as he stepped aside. Cheryl stared at him for a few seconds before walking inside the house. With her back turned to him, she let out a small smile. She quickly realized the room's temperature was lower than usual, but still proceeded regardless. The first person she caught sight of was Valerie who was hurrying off to somewhere. The latter, however, slowed down when she saw Cheryl. "Andrea is in a very foul mood and I don't think she'll want to see you." Valerie said from where she stood. Cheryl raised the envelope in her hand with a raised brow, "It's okay. Her anger doesn't last that long and she'd be in a good mood to go through this later." Valerie grew inquisitive. "What is that?"
A man in a power motorbike follows Andrea discreetly as she rides around town. He finally stopped at a distance when he saw her stop her car. With his black helmet still intact, he watched her walk into an entertainment company. She reappeared seconds later, clutching some papers in her hand. She got into her car again and drove off and so did the man on the motorbike. They got to a junction where he realized he had lost her. With a light sigh, he found a safe place to park and took out his phone. He typed some words on it, but before he could tap the send button, it got snatched away from him. He swiftly moved his elbow, but got it seized by a stronger hand. "If only I had use for your arms I would've broken them."He heard Andrea's voice and paused. Andrea released her grip on him when she saw him relax. Then she went ahead to swipe through his phone. "My father sent you, didn't he?""You don't sound surprised." The man mumbled, looking up at her. "Oh, Murphy, my father had
The Accardo's Manor "I heard you bought an entertainment industry?" Gabriel cleared his throat, wheeling himself into the library where Andrea was. "You heard right." She responded, her back turned to him as she arranged the disheveled books. "Do you have nothing else to do other than read articles, books and buy companies? I mean, I have no issue with you getting a commercial company, but an entertainment company? Come on, Andrea, you can do better than that." The man sighed, stopping meters away from her. "I'm very sure you didn't come here to lecture me. Go straight to the point." Andrea said in a stoic voice. "There's been whisperings amongst the other mafians. They know I'm sick and they think with your recent actions, that you're not worthy of being a mafia queen." Gabriel aired out his concern. Andrea said nothing immediately. After ten seconds of silence, she chuckled, "You're supposed to be recovering. Why does Alessandro bother you with such news?" "I'm not recovering
7:45pm, Italy's Police Station Kirby breathed out a sigh of exhaustion as she sat in front of her desk. Resting both elbows on the table, she rested her head on it, massaging her temples with her fingers. "Hey, you okay?" A passing colleague asked, coming to a halt. "Yeah, I'm fine." "You sure? You look more distracted and a little worried today." He continued, flashing her a comforting smile. "I'm fine, Rio. You don't have to worry about me." She replied, looking up at him. Rio refused to give up as he rested on the edge of her desk and leaned on it, "Is this about your girlfriend? Did you two have a fight or you've broken up?" Kirby had her eyes on him for a couple of seconds before he scoffed, "You really should stop.""I'm trying to help you, Kirby." Rio also scoffed, "You have no idea what it's like to be with a man, do you? And here I am offering such a wonderful opportunity for you to do so.""Are you aware your action can pass off as sexual harassment?" "I'm a cop, I
Kirby knocked and opened an office door. "I see you finally decided to look at my business card." She heard someone say as soon as she got in. Kirby quickly turned to the mysterious woman who she hadn't talked to in the last few weeks. "Carrie was attacked by some men. She was beaten to a pulp, and is now in a very critical condition at the hospital. The doctor said he might be in coma for a few weeks. Or maybe a few months or years." The woman dropped her pen and pushed the paper in front of her away, "Am I being blamed here, Kirby?" "You've been after Carrie and Andrea for a while now. I don't know how long, but I do know it might've been a long time. Who knows if you tried to take laws into your own hands." Kirby chuckled. The woman stared at Kirby for a long time before she scoffed, "I will never do such a thing." "And why won't you?" "Because I've been laying low for a very long time and will not jeopardize my plan which I've been perfecting for years now by attacking Car