In a coded location, Cassandra followed her abductor willingly. Allan held her in his arms protectively to his deluxe room. Only Darel came there sometimes because that was where Allan operated. This was him and if anyone came in and even accidentally touched or destroyed anything, it could take his life to ricochet.“I know that you have a lot of questions but you can shower first and we will have breakfast before we talk. Till then, please don’t ask questions,” Allan pleaded.His hideout wasn’t far from where he picked her up. He just used a projector to create an illusion of a sand mountain through a holocaust, covering the image of the house and making it look like a desert. Only a fool would build his hideout in a desert and that was exactly what Allan did.No one would suspect a house in a desert so no one would think it was just an illusion when he projected the hologram, thereby reaching Caddaric and Cassandra through the sandstorm very fast with Ariana to prevent Caddaric fro

Indeed, Allan wanted to see the masked man to thank him and even it if meant spending the rest of his life paying for what he did for his nephew, he would. Allan arrived too late but luckily, the masked man was there and saved the lad. Therefore, Allan would always pay double and since he saw the masked man take the bullet for his nephew, it was tantamount to giving his nephew life. Who knows, his nephew would have died if he had been hit by that bullet.That boy meant everything to him because his sister, the boy’s mother, died giving birth to him. She was the only one who encouraged Allan and stood by him when he found his passion. Their parents had already been murdered by some of these Dons Allan and his team attacked.His sister was shot whiles pregnant with a bullet targeted at Allan. The baby was saved but his sister didn’t make it. As such, he took it as his responsibility to take care of his nephew as his own, calling him Allan Junior. In order not to create confusion, he wa

Allan took deep breaths to calm himself. The masked man was either a robot or a man like himself. Both ways, he hoped that his plan would work like the first time. He pulled a duvet over Cassandra and kissed her on the forehead. Gazing at her one more time, he smiled, strolled to the door, opened it, and stepped out.“Where is the masked man?” Allan asked Darel, who was pacing here and there. Even with the door unlocked, he knew that Darel wouldn’t come in unless he asked him to.“He managed to decode the main entrance and he’s working on decoding the other rooms,” Darel updated Allan rapidly. He had been watching the movements with Junior, who had grown an interest in hacking and was being trained by Allan. The boy was becoming good at it but could also be a great trouble if left on his own. As such, Allan ensured that Darel stayed with the lad anytime he was busy.“Where is Junior?” Allan asked.Darel was still skeptical about everything ongoing. If the masked man didn't shed blood,

Caddaric’s expression was frosty. He gave Allan the chance to live but he threw it back in his face. Holding the mask in one hand, he pulled out a revolver in the other. “So where is my sister?” He asked coldly. The robotic voice was gone, replaced with a rich velvety one, except that it was icy.Allan was too shocked to speak. This was unexpected and he could feel his plans crumbling before him. But how was it possible? Caddaric must have worn the masked man’s outfit to scare him. Allan did not believe it.“There must be a mix-up somewhere. The masked man began to operate…”“Thirteen years ago, and this mask cannot be duplicated,” Caddaric answered his question before he completed it, lifting the mask for him to have a closer look. It was true, no one could duplicate the mask because only one person produced it for Caddaric with all its accessories. If anyone was found to have a duplicate, then the producer would have to pay with his dear life but Allan was more bewildered and asked

“You know how to cook?” Junior asked with his eyes wide and mouth open. Cassandra smiled at how cute he looked. “Is it strange?” She asked him and his response astonished her. “Princesses don’t cook.” Cassandra laughed. No wonder Allan didn’t have time for women. Junior was a handful and quite interesting. “Well I’m not a princess,” she said seriously. Junior was about to refuse when Allan stepped in. “But…” “Junior, go and get Darel.” Junior had a dissatisfied look on his face before he went to do as told. Allan turned to Cassandra and said, “I’d like you to meet my best friend.” Darel was more relaxed when Junior told him that Allan wanted him to meet Cassandra, instantly feeling that Allan wasn’t keeping any secret as he thought. He just wanted Junior to meet Cassandra first and that made him a little guilty for his earlier perception. Coming face to face with Cassandra Blade for the first time, Darel realized the reason why Allan couldn’t get over her. The girl could be bot