THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS’ REVENGE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Chapter 112: Killing Michael"Goal!" The bar erupted.The English premier league title race was live on television. The crowd's favorite had taken the lead which caused the noise. The men were smiling at the television with bottles of cold beer in their hands.Soccer and beer were a phenomenon where men threw away their differences just for the thrill of it. Maybe, it should have been implemented by the United Nations as a tool for bringing about world peace. Powerful nations with disputes would obviously hug themselves watching football and hostility would have ended between both Nations.Michael sipped his beer and looked at the television screen from the extreme corner of the bar where he was hidden. It was also a position where he could see anybody entering the bar. So far so good, no one suspicious looking or familiar had entered the bar to grab a beer. He tried his best not to be distracted by the soccer match, but his eyes darted to the television occasionally when the men in

Iryna looked at her reflection in the elevator's mirror. With Selena not around, she had managed to master the art of applying makeup, which she made an effort not to cringe at.Although she had gotten some help from some of the more experienced maids around, she still felt like Selena would have done a better job."Any problem ma'am?" Lucien asked.He was dressed smartly, like a corporate bodyguard. After all, they were attending a meeting with the board members of Evans Modelling Agency. What it was about, she had no idea but she was prepared to face off with Marcus."Nope, I —does this makeup look the right shade to you?" Iryna asked for the fifteenth time since they entered the elevator.Her black corporate-looking dress swished with each movement she made. She had opted for contacts this time. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and her edges had been neatly contoured framing her face like an angel.Lucien sighed. "You look fine. Besides, Carla and Joanna are good at applying makeup.

"Why don't we cast votes? Our organization isn't a communist regime, right? For the people. By the people." Iryna quoted with a confident air.There was a murmur that passed along the people present in the hall. There was no response, the yes had been given.A mini ballot box was brought inside the conference Hall and put in the center. Lucien himself got up and stood at the ballot box with Iryna to stop any form of cheating.With Federico present anything was possible.Slowly, people rose and went to cast their votes in the boxes. Only the executives and directors were allowed to participate in this event. The shareholders sat back and watched."What is going on here?" Federico whispered harshly against Marcus' ear. He watched as people put in their votes to remove him as a partner from the company. It was funny how the tides had changed against him. Iryna had proven to be ahead of him, once again.Marcus looked at Federico and licked his lips. "We do not have a choice, sir. We are l

James rinsed his hands in the sink. His knuckles were very bruised, he even thought about consulting the local doctor.He winced when he pressed the reddened area just above his metacarpals. The door to the toilet suddenly flew open and James looked over his shoulder to who had come in."Boss, The mafioso is back," the man said, still standing at the door.James frowned a bit and stared at the mirror. "Did he send for me?" He asked.The man shook his head. "No sir," he replied.James nodded. "I will come and join you later in the boss' room. Let me finish cleaning up here," he said.The man nodded and went away. Hot air flowed into the toilet as the opened and stopped the second the door was shut.James looked at himself in the mirror and he closed his eyes. Michael's words ricocheted through James's head, literally.He had known Michael for a fair number of years, back to their high school days. He knew when Michael was lying, and when he was telling the truth.James scratched his ha

"Wake up..."It was very faint. It seemed as if it were light-years away.Michael heard it but he kept his eyes sealed shut.What was the point, his eyelids were swollen and there was mild bleeding around the edges as well. Besides, whoever was whispering to him probably wanted to cause him more harm.Michael hoped that if he ignored them they would leave him alone but he was wrong.There was a touch somewhere, someone was moving him. His body was so broken that he jumped in and out of consciousness.At one point, he felt hands on his shoulder. He was made to sit down.Another torture session? he thought but then he shrugged.Good luck to them. He had already told them the truth, but they wouldn't believe him.The darkness when he closed his eyes felt great, he felt he became one with it. He preferred this. He was ready to die."Wake up!" The voice said more urgently this time.Michael's eyes flew open. His left eye wasn't swollen heavily like his right eye, but he could only see slit