Amelie returned with each share of their ice creams to find her children smiling at each other."What are you both up to this time around?" She asked as she set the ice creams down and slipped Into her seat."Hm? Nothing." Michelle, the main mastermind, quickly denied as she reached for her ice cream and spooned the first scoop into her mouth, groaning seconds later in delight."This is so good." She expressed."Oh, you want to have it here?" Amelie asked as she looked from the eaten ice cream and back to her daughter. "Don't you want to eat it at home? Miguel looks like he's preserving his to be eaten at home." She pointed out.Seeing this, Michelle jabbed her brother in the rib, indicating that he needed to eat his ice cream if he wanted her plan to work.Miguel understood her wordless communication and quickly picked up his ice cream, spooning the first scoop in his mouth and moaning in delight when tasting his favorite flavor."Oh, it seems like I was wrong." Amelie uttered upon s

By the time Zacharie got off his call with Amelie, the sun had set and darkness had engulfed the city.With a sigh, he slipped his phone into his pocket and turned his attention to the view of the city that the balcony of the VIP suite of restaurant he was in, provided.In the background, Odette slithered in, bottle of wine in her hand as she approached him."Would you like me to pour you a gl*ss, sir." She asked, stopping beside him."That won't be necessary." He answered without looking her way."I insist. The night is long and the sky is beautiful." Odette pushed on wanting this date to be more successful than the previous ones.However that had a negative effect rather than a positive effect as Zacharie began to feel irritated.More than anything, he wanted to return back to his house or get back to work, but knew fully well that his grandmother would not understand his reasoning and once again force him to go on a date with Odette.And she, being who she was, would gladly play al

It felt like time had almost stopped as Amelie stared at him, Grey-green eyes searching his full grey ones for answers concerning his strange action."What are you doing?" She finally spoke up, pulling her hands and needle away from his finger and staring at him questioningly."Why did you stop?" He asked instead of answering, his usual cold facade placed neatly back on his face."I'm asking you a question." Amelie said. "What was that just now? What are you trying to do?"Zacharie stared at her, unsure how to explain his actions. Even he didn't know what made him do what he had just done."Have you suddenly gone mute, Mr. LaCroix?" Amelie challenged."Why are you questioning me like I tried to take advantage of you. I was simply trying to make sure that you don't commit any mistake when treating me and later blame it on your hair." He explained. "I have to be sure that you won't try and hurt me like last time.""Like last time?" Amelie inquired, totally forgetting about the matter at

A few days later, Eric rushed Into Zacharie's office with the reports of Zacharie's earlier request.He had gathered all the information there was to gather on the poison thanks to the help of medical specialist over seas and many of his underground source."Mr. LaCroix," The *ssistant greeted with a bow, noticing how Zacharie immediately stopped his work and turned to face him. "Sir, I've completed the task you asked of me. Here are the documents." He said and moved forward, placing the brown envelope containing all the information relating to the search, on his boss's table before gently backing away.Upon hearing this, Zacharie stopped his work and reached for the brown envelope, pulling the report out and gazing at it.The report stated that the poison had been created by a group of people who lived deep within the Brazilian forest. At first, it was merely meant to be used as a line of defense from wild animals as they usually rubbed it against tree barks and sort to fend them off

At Amelie's words, the twins carefully collected the necklace from their mother's outstretched palms and examined it. As Miguel was still young, he really couldn't really tell the difference between the real and original. But Michelle was different.The moment the necklace landed in her hands, she could feel that it was not the poisoned one. Almost as if the bad energy she had been feeling from the real necklace had suddenly disappeared."You're right mommy. This is a fake."She confirmed and her mother nodded her head. Before taking the necklace back and clasping it around her neck."Why are you suddenly wearing a fake, mommy? Do you love that necklace so much?" Miguel asked and his mother smiled at him."Yes, I love that necklace. Like I told you, that was the last thing your grandmother left to me before she p*ssed away," Amelie responded and gently ruffled her son's hair when he mouthed the words 'Oh I see'. "But that isn't the main reason why I'm wearing a fake. You see, the bad