Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Target is My Lover: A Billionaire's Secret Affairs: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

“Elena, it’s nice to see you again.” Elena found Emir Drake was standing in the front of her table. “Mr. Emir?” Her pupils were widened. She didn’t expect to meet the man in that office. She grabbed some scattered documents on the table and gathered it into one pile. The man dragged the seat and sat in her sight. He beamed at her. “I think it’s not a coincidence to meet you here.” He stopped talking, looking at her and he called a man from the front desk to come towards them. He rose just to talk to him, walking away some steps from the place where Elena was taking a seat. Elena watched them talking before she put her eyes back to her gadget, checking some messages. “I am sorry, Elena. I just confirmed how fast my documents could be processed.” Emir said and returned back to his seat after a few minutes then. They were sitting in a nice open aired public spot as Elena enjoyed reading her documents while she waited for her next turn to be called. “Are you goin

Edward sighed and grabbed the bouquet of roses from the seat next to him. He got off from his blue metallic Porsche. Soaked in his thought the name that Granny mentioned as the guest, twisted by his curiosity the purpose behind that dinner was about. ‘How sad granny if I rejected this invitation would be.’ He opened the door handle of the mansion, a modern house of a landlord with some old glamorous interiors, some artefacts of old money family heritage in farming business adorned the front part. ‘I don’t have any ideas who is the woman she invited for the dinner. Granny only said she’s my old friend that she has changed a lot.’ He sighed and closed the door silently but as he turned around… “Edward Philippe.” A woman’s voice thrust his hearing as he walked into the house. Granny was there but she only threw a smile at him before disappeared to the kitchen as he guessed. “Sorry?!” Edward curled his eyes as he tried hard to recall the woman’s name, standing in the fron

Bernard ran into Edward resting on the pavements in the front of the office gate. Edward had been taken aside from the crowd. A doctor and two rest others from the factory’s clinic were checking the condition of Edward, Eric West and Jason. They were helped by some office employees. “Mr. Edward, could you hear me?” In quite panic expression, Bernard knelt and tried to speak with Edward, he saw some blood streaming down. The doctor asked him staying calm while he was opening up Edward’s outer outfit. It seemed he needed to check Edward’s chest area. “We are going to let you know his condition later. Now, please staying calming down.” He spoke in his solely voice while his hands were working to examine Edward. Edward’s white shirt was becoming red as the blood stained it. Bernard clenched his hand and rose from his kneeling position. He made a phone call, his voice sounded throaty, a bit shaking. “We should fly the three of them to the near hospital immediately.” The do

Bernard was passing the two rooms. Each was side by side room and had only one access to enter unless the doorway to the emergency room. At sudden, his gadget was echoing. “We should meet and talk.” A baritone voice of a man started a conversation. Bernard quickly moved his head to look around. “Who is this?” his voice was echoing, the unknown number had access to call him. ‘It’s unusual. My number is limited for people in common.’ The man over there sighed. His breathing sounded heavy and clear. “I know Edward Philippe’s mother. I heard what happened to him. It’s Emir Drake and meet me in the White Lounge café, the one next to the hospital.” He talked like a gentleman. Bernard inhaled and wiped his nose. “Meet me there in fifteen minutes. Please, make sure to keep all the patients under good guards.” The man spoke again before closing his phone. Bernard opened the door of Eric West and the room of Jason where they were resting. As he examined, they wer

“Miss, excuse me.” A police officer approached Emma Smithson as she came out from her car.His loud call made her turning around. She saw two men in police uniform walking to approach her.“May we see your driving license?” One officer looked younger than the other one asked her to show him her driving license.Emma squinted her eyes and opened the purse. She handed him the license.She saw the other man kept busy chewing a bubble gum and he was wearing the sunglasses, looking around the parking lot at the supermarket where Emma parked her car.Some bubbles of moot point overwhelming attacked her, she felt her heartbeats running faster. She took her medicine bottle from the purse.“Are you suffering from something?” he asked her and checked at her with his curious stare.“Miss Emma Smithson?”Emma shook her head, wiped her forehead. “I am just having panic attack.”The officer handed back her the license and looked at her. “Are you sure?”Emma gulped and nodded. She rushed i