CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE:The Beginning--In this world, many people have similar features as others despite having no blood relation at all, so seeing someone familiar is not uncommon- but it is not common either. So, seeing a person that is oddly familiar to her, Althea was not even disturbed. What disturbs her is the way she looks at her and her smile. She was pretty, she cannot deny that. She has this milky white and as shiny and smooth as crystal ball skin that a renowned dermatologist tended, it even glows since she was wearing a red backless and sleeveless party dress. She had plumped her red lip, giving it a bouncy appearance, and her hair was gorgeously tied with loose strands. She screams the aura of a goddess with wealth.Yes, again, she is pretty. And she looks smart. And feisty. But then again, why is a beauty looking at her like she was a cow who was being guided towards the butchery? Althea had no clue at all.They were just staring at each other in silence until Althea coul

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE:Hostages--There is one thing that Althea hates the most ever since she was young. And it was unnecessary attention.In her younger years, she was constantly inside their home or their backyard, tending the garden. She sometimes helps with their shop and does deliveries, but talking and interacting with others more than that? No, she cannot remember doing that. But for the past two years, she learned how to socialize and talk with others. It was good for her, said her doctor. It was good talking with older people and strangers, but people from the past? She has to think twice before even making eye contact with them.Standing in front of a room that is full of familiar faces, Althea can feel her chest tightening and her breathing become ragged. Feeling their stares and gazes directed at her, she can feel herself drowning with hatred and disgust. It was as if she traveled back through time, 7 years ago.Although this is a high school reunion and 7 years ago was t

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE:A Glimpse of the Past--Althea just realizes how stupid she was after arriving on the floor where the venue of that party was. She should have taken the elevator instead of the stairs since she was trying to escape. She was so stupid to take a path that would take her more time to get into the basement—the parking lot—and drive home immediately.She always does this whenever her mind is in chaos. Meeting familiar people and remembering unpleasant memories from the past because of it has never been good for anyone, especially if those memories are bad enough to engrave deep traumas on them.In her case, it was not them who gave it to her.‘But,’ the corner of her mouth twitched. ‘If I ever did decide to take the elevator, it would be more embarrassing since it is in front of them. If I suddenly turned my back on them and then stopped just to wait forever for the elevator to open while they stared at me from the back—isn’t that more embarrassing?’Yup, that would be

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN:Bang, Bang!--The bearded man, who was lying on the floor, began to regain his consciousness not long after Tyler hit him with the fire extinguisher. He groaned while putting his hand on the swollen part of his. His palm touched something wet. He tried to get up with the help of his other arm and looked at it. His anger flared up when he saw his palm bloody. It caused his head to bleed! His glare was directed at the two escaping figures."Hey!" His other companion shouted at him. "Are you okay?""That bastard!" He shouted, failing to hear the other. He angrily pointed at the one woman and man. "Chase them! Bring them to me and I'll kill them myself!"Their other companion heard it and fired the gun, but he missed them because Tyler suddenly pulled Althea into a corner. The other continued to follow them.He gritted his teeth and, when he finally couldn't endure it; he stood up. "That stupid guy! He can't even shoot them down with that distance!" He tried to fol

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE:Snap, snap--Inside a medium-sized room, the people who were evacuated to their floor were softly murmuring to each other. Some were seated, but most were not, since the seats were not enough to accommodate them all. Although it might not be time for it, some are resenting the people sitting on the couches secretly but cannot say anything since they have higher statuses than them. No matter how dangerous the situation is, it seems like the priority of the masses is those people with more power and higher statuses.In the innermost part of the room, there was another separate couch with a table. There seated the other four: April, Sheryl, Dave, and Aron. April was sitting in front of a laptop. She was sweating even though the room had an air conditioner. Of course, the sweat that was breaking on her forehead and sliding on her face was a cold sweat. Her right hand was on a mouse, and her forefinger was clicking on it as she kept on alternating from camera to camera.