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, andThe 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
Oh, nothing, sir," she replied. "I was just trying to check my memory if they have returned. Thanks for the soup," she answered courteously and ladled some of the food to her plate.Lucien was convinced she was fine seeing her having the food he suggested she take for breakfast."I see. When you feel better, we will have something more nourishing for you to eat at lunch," he tried to console her as if she might feel she was being denied to eat the other delicious food on the table.Brianna nodded politely to let him know she was okay with anything.Since she was only able to eat the soft food for the morning meal, Brianna was already done, while Lucien was only halfway through his meal. He did not want to be watched, so he ate lightly and decided to have snacks in the office later."Let's go," Lucien wiped his lips before standing from his seat."Boss, you said you will brief me of today's itinerary during breakfast," Brianna quickly stood up to follow him."I f
"Okay, Anna," he smiled inwardly as he really loved the name he made to call her. "So, here is our arrangement..." Lucien started to brief Bianna. He could no longer avoid it as he noticed she had been impatiently staring at him. Not saying anything but obviously waiting for something he felt like he was expected to tell her. She nodded to confirmation. She felt like, "Finally!" but she did not voice her thought out loud. H is still her employer. Although she really needed to know the details of their arrangements, she could not blatantly order him around to tell her whatever she was supposed to know. She just made him feel the urgency of telling her everything there is for her to know. She was feeling like she was walking in blindfolds while waiting for him to speak out. So when he started to open the discussion, she clearly implied that she was all ears. "You are my secretary, so you have to stay around me at all times," Lucien didn't k
"We have to evacuate," Brianna stated. "We have to observe our surroundings and check for possible exits." She spoke while looking around. She was looking for a good spot to hide while they waited for what was going to happen. "Call for back-up, too," Brianna spoke directly to Tatum. She can sense this driver is not just a driver like Lucien, although Lucien didn't even introduce them together. Tatum did as he was told. He found out the guys who were supposed to follow them were blocked just after Tatum made the last turn and was just about to call Tatum to inform him, but the latter made the call right before the team leader could dial a number. They are still waiting for the blocking car, which is a furniture shop delivery truck, to move to the side so they can get through. Brianna, who was on the side and could hear their conversation spoke. "Tell the others to move on foot. But be cautious. We don't k
"Let's go! Let's go!" Brianna motioned Tatum to move out of the car. She cannot use her door as it is the side where their enemies can see if they make a sudden move. The mercenaries could easily move back with their car to the defenseless side where their target was and finish the job efficiently. Brianna and the two men with her had to use the same way they got into the minivan, so she told the driver to move out. Then she will follow, and Lucien will be the last to come out. "We have to move back to our car," Brianna answered as she saw the two men were quite baffled why she was commanding Tatum to get off the car. "We will be able to move faster with a bigger car, unlike this one. Hurry up. We have to make good use of our men's diversion!" She was now literally pushing Tatum to move. And the driver quietly and quickly complied. The three moved as fast as they could, and this time she decided to take the
Tatum did as Brianna asked. He made his way in between the front seats to do as she ordered. “I can guide you where to go,” Tatum mentioned as he typed in the address. “I need to see different routes possible so we can lose them on the way. That’s why I need the navigation guide. Unless you are confident you can do better, I suggest you hurry,” Brianna stepped on the gas pedal as she saw the car behind them was catching up. “They are hellbent on sending you to your grave, Sir,” Brianna gave Lucien a glance through the mirror. She just realized she did not know his name. He said it earlier, but as she was focused on the address being punched in, she did not give his answer much attention. She didn’t even notice that she coldly corrected him since it was the man beside him which she was asking for the name. “Call me Luci!” Lucien noticed Brianna did not know how to call him. He felt annoyed. He tried to
“A cup of coffee and the list of weapons you would like to have brought here,” Lucien answered when he saw Brianna was no longer patient to wait for his orders. He actually had the answer in his mind ever since they were in the lift going up to his office, but he intentionally delayed saying them as he wanted her close, side by side with him, not behind him like a bodyguard as to her knowledge. “Please tell Vicky to be in my office on your way out,” he added. He needed to brief Vicky of their arrangement to be sure Brianna would not feel distressed since Clark said she was having a memory loss. “How do you like your coffee is made, Sir?” Brianna asked before leaving his office. “I will take any coffee you would bring me. You can make it according to your preferences,” Lucien nonchalantly answered. He was not even looking at her as he busied himself, checking the pile of folders on his desk. He was not able to get to work yesterd