Keith sat down, crossed his long legs wrapped in dark brown trousers, leaned back in his work chair, which was not soft but still made his back much more comfortable after looking for a lot of document that he needed to read since this morning. His hands massaged between his eyebrows, took a deep breath. The report files he received from Kate and also Viktor—Alan's representative during his best friend's vacation in Bali—had just finished reading by him. Coupled with the information he had just received from Aura about his request the other day, it was clear that it was not all favourable information for him.First, Skylar group's problem. It had been six months since his arrival to Rose city that the group was always looking for trouble with his group, thinking that he had seized their territory without their permission. Even though the territory he currently controlled was a gi

He finished reading all the reports on his desk. Among all the report he received from Kate as well as Aura, only one worried him. Marie's safety. Aura had just told him that someone was trying to target Marie, explaining the presence of the man who was going to attack Marie yesterday. But that was all the information he had just got because Aura needed a little more time to investigate the identity of the man who had intended to attack Marie yesterday after he told his best friend this morning. Considering that his best friend was currently in the cafe, and he was at the headquarters right now, there was no other choice for him but to wait for further information in Aura's report.For his anxiety about Marie's safety, he firmly refused Marie's offer to drop him off this morning, as usual, reasoning that there was a sudden mat

Marie looked satisfied to see Keith getting out of her car wearing the collar she had bought earlier in the online shop during her break while lowering his head, not daring to look at her eyes. He kept holding the collar with a questioning look. She bet that the man was now questioning her reasons for asking him to wear it. As expected, the black collar matched Keith's neck perfectly. She locked the car, then pulled Keith's hand, who was walking much slower than usual, into their house.Larch ran quickly over to them with the enthusiastic welcome their dog had ever done to the two of them, looking worriedly at Keith, who had been touching his collars all this time, unaware of Larch's presence. As soon as he realized it, the man took his hand away from his neck necklace, immediately bent a little to caress the top of Larch's head, replied with a happy bark."Marie?" the man stopped stroking the top of Larch's head, calling out her name, who was already standing so

Aura whistled happily while wiping the cafe windows until they were completely shiny and could clearly see the scenery outside the cafe owned by her best friend since she was in high school— Keith Aldebrando—and also her workplace as a cafe manager. A job that she likes very much, but was not as enjoyable as her side job—an informant for Keith's Aldebrando group founded by her best friend soon after he returned from Italy. The best part she likes the most was when she was looking for information, she did not have to worry nor hesitate to exert her maximum strength on people who she considered as a threat to the Aldebrando group. Keith, she could say, really understood the other side of her that liked violence.Like what happened to two men, who a few days ago disturbed a woman, who was now walking towards her cafe (she was peering through the window) wearing semi-casual clothes with her dark brown shoulder-length hair and front bangs that sweetened her appearance, plus a b

Patricia smiled wryly, pushing her best friend, Marie, down to the toilet with her. Her left hand, which not injured, used to block access for Marie to escape from after she forgot that she had used her injured right hand to blocked her way, creating a pain that made her grimace a little at it."Can you explain to me, what have you done to make the man who I remember being perfectly fine, turned into a man with heavy bags under his eyes than the last time I saw him?""He's much better than last month. Trust me," Marie glanced at her bandaged right hand. "What's wrong with your hand?""Hearing those words through your lips can't assure me. Don't try to change the subject, Rosemarie Clark. I thought when you asked me for advice, you would change your attitude towards him. But what did I see earlier?""That's precisely why I asked your advice at that time, for God's sake!" her friend squealed in annoyance, ruffled her wavy hair, which