"Luci, honey, we can only tell that after a set of thorough medical tests," Sandra explained apologetically. "The results will be the reference of what we can tell you professionally." Lucien helplessly nodded again. His mom and his friend Clark Jacobs had the same answer to his question. He smiled awkwardly. He was not sure why he came to ask such obvious questions. He looked up. Not realizing he was looking at them blankly. The couple was even more startled. "Son, something seems to be bothering you, am I right?" Levi asked cautiously. He can feel his wife pinching his arm under the table, but he could no longer bite his tongue. His curiosity won over him, and the question slipped out of his mouth. Sandra was scared her husband Levi would make their son's lips even more tightly closed, voicing his curiosity. But she was actually feeling the same with her husband. Levi just made it to say it out loud
"I will, thanks, mom," Lucien kissed his mom before he got into the backseat of his car. His loving parents walked him all the way to his ride like he was a toddler to be sent to a preschool. He smiled at the thought as he buckled his seatbelt. This scenario had happened many times during those days. Both of them would send him to the car that would drive him to school and would normally be worried. The mother was worried her son would not make friends there, while the father worries about him being abducted or harmed by the enemies of the boy's grandfather. But all those days are gone. They are now part of his childhood memories. "Drive safely," Sandra peeked inside the backseat window to see Tatum as the windows were so tinted she could not see anything from the outside. "Yes, Ma'am," the driver politely answered. Sandra wanted to ask why Lucien did not mention Tatum Elliot in his story about the road accident, but when
Leandro was excited like a young boy waiting for Santa to arrive on Christmas day when he heard about the visit he was going to receive and have his favorite person and be together with him for lunch. He was ecstatic that he was cramping to direct the kitchen staff about what to prepare. "Master, the Young Master Lucien also mentioned about not preparing too much food," the personal assistant was too scared, but he still had to relay the message. "Shut up!" Leandro Michaelson sneered at his fidgeting assistant. "Yes, Sir." Then he heard the sound of the door opening. The front door. He left the kitchen without clear instructions to do and went to welcome his grandson. "Prepare something decent. Make sure they are all Master Lucien's favorites." Enzo gave the orders instead. The kitchen staff felt relieved Enzo was around, or they would never have any idea what to prepare with such lim
"So to what do I owe this pleasure of my dearest grandson sharing lunch with me?" Leandro asked Lucien as soon as they got seated in the living room. "Well, I won't beat around the bush as I am actually in an urgent situation," Lucien erased the playfulness in his countenance. The old man quickly noticed the sudden change in his grandson's tone. He prepared his heart to hear what he was going to say. It happened a few times before, but they have never been able to deal with the very root of the problem. He has a weird feeling it is going to be similar this time. "Go ahead, your old man is listening," he seriously urged Lucien to speak. "Someone made a hit on me again this morning," Lucien nonchalantly stated. The grandfather waited patiently. He can tell. That is not all his grandson was going to say. "Someone saved me from an ugly death," Lucien smiled faintly.
They arrived at the table in a gleeful mood as the grandpa keeps bugging the grandson to tell more about this girl he was talking about. "She is feisty," Lucien chuckled, discouraging his grandpa from asking more. "Ohh, interesting," to his dismay, the elderly turned to be more eager to hear him tell more about the girl. "Come on, tell me more." "I told you, I just saw her on the road. I still have to know more about her, and then I will tell you whatever I find out," Lucien did not tell that the secretary and the girl he is talking about are the same people. "Do you want me to check her background for you?" "No, no. Please, do not do that, grandpa," Lucien quickly and firmly disagree. "Promise me you won't do that if I am going to know more about her, definitely not in a stealthy way or manner." "Okay, I give you my word," the old man promised, but deep in his hear
Night came...Everything seemed to be in the right place. The security team led by Enzo was efficiently doing their jobs. Lucien was not aware of their number, but Grandpa Leandro made sure he should only focus on taking care of his friend. The security from his Villa to the hospital will be handled and fully monitored by the grandpa himself."They are all geared up," Leandro Michaelson informed Lucien. And the grandson knew what his grandfather meant with the words he just said. They are in full combat. As a businessman and a big identity in the underworld, Leandro Michaelson obviously has many rivals and competitors. In order to make sure his safety was impenetrable, he first hired a team of a private army. But when he realized that a hired team would never be a hundred percent foolproof as their loyalty are never as solid as his own people, he built a private army of his own. Just like Enzo, he gathered people who would stand by his side through life and death, and
The trip to the hospital was peaceful. Lucien was able to give his full attention to Brianna alone. He stayed by her side all throughout every procedure. She was checked for any internal injury. Using a digital full-body scanner, they can see the colored picture of her internal body parts. Veins and organs and everything they had to check for possible injuries was thoroughly checked. They also had a check on a 3D MRI to focus checking on her neurological condition, but everything seemed to have appeared normal. “Except for this part,” Clark Jacobs pointed at a dark shaded area on a part of her brain on a screen they were looking into. “What is it?” Asked a worried Lucien. “This is a memory circuit area. She seemed to be suppressing herself to remember a harrowing part of her memory.” Explained the young doctor. “Do we have a way to know what is that memory exactly?” “I am afraid the answe
Brianna looked around and saw a man leaning with his face down on the bed, sleeping so peacefully. "Why is he sleeping so uncomfortably here?" Brianna murmured, asking herself. She tried to recall what happened. But all she could remember was he was her boss. That was all! She paused for a good minute and tried to process her thoughts but the more she thinks hard, the pain in her head stings. She shook her head and blinked her eyes abruptly. The pain left, but the memory did not return. She decided to take it easy to remember. She didn't feel threatened in any way, so she took a deep breath and emptied her mind. She was not aware of what she was doing exactly, but her body and mind took the lead in her every movement. She slowly went down the bed and carefully lifted the man in her arms, and laid him comfortably on the bed. Her whole body aches from stay so long in bed. Briann