Semua Bab His Dark Obsession : Bab 51 - Bab 57

"Have you confirmed who is responsible for this?" Andrea asked, staring blankly into the computer, his face having the thin worried line between his brow, as he began to patch his thoughts together. "Yes, boss, I learned that the old Mr Martini boarded the plane, but I'm not sure why." Rex responded calmly, staring at Andrea's face. Andrea immediately stood up and gave Rex a stern look, as if he had just seen a ghost. He knows his grandfather as a man who rarely moves, let alone boarding a private jet. The last time this happened was during a conference in China. However, he had never considered leaving the mansion since then. However, he was perplexed by the abrupt change and suspected that something was amiss. He quickly grabbed Rex by the collar and said, "Find out if he is traveling or not; something is not right.” "Yes, boss," Rex replied and exited the security room, leaving Andrea alone in his thoughts. Taking out his phone, he dialed the number of old Mr. Martini, but h

"Fuck, Amira! Is that fucking you?" she exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention to the two of them. Amira quickly covered her mouth, apologized to everyone, and laughed."Shhh, you are not being professional right now, Greta." She giggled, removing her hands from her mouth."Fuck being a professional girl; how should I be professional when I have not seen my bestie in months?" Greta pouted as she walked to one of her coworkers, whispering something in his ear before approaching her and pulling her into one of the coffee shop's backrooms.Then Reagan stepped forward, about to stop them, with a disapproving expression on his face."Hi, who are you?" Greta inquired in a sassy tone, holding Amira's hands tightly but not hurtfully."Don't worry, Greta; he's Reagan, and he claims to be my bodyguard." Amira responded, glaring at Reagan as she stood beside her."Why would you need a bodyguard? You aren't a public figure or a celebrity," Greta said."It's a long story, and that is why I'm here

A sudden voice cut her off, focusing her attention on the voice she didn't want to hear, the one that had caused her so much pain."So you finally came; I assumed you had no business here." He paused and then saw Reagan, who was sitting in the living room with his leg crossed. “And who is he?” "I'm her bodyguard, sent by my boss, and you have a lovely home, sir," he smirked, raising his other foot to the couch. Amira pressed her lips together before turning to look at her father, who was angry.She knew her father was a clean freak who despised feet on the couch, but that didn't bother her; instead, she walked past him toward the path to her room.That nostalgic feeling returned as soon as she stood in front of the door. Grasping the handle, she twisted it open. She was pleased to see the room was still in the same condition as when she had left it.It did, however, smell like lavender and dust. She felt a pang in her chest as she looked at her photo frame on the wall, which showed h

“Ouch! Come on, leave me alone." With a frustrated whimper, Amira got up to check who was ahead of her. She could feel and smell the familiar scent as her eyes initially fell on various pairs of shoes in front of her.“Oh no!” she exclaimed, slowly raising her head to see the man standing before her. Andrea stood tall, hands in his pockets, with a cold expression on his face, surrounded by other men and women dressed in fine suits."A...," she gasped. Her body froze in disbelief, her gaze fixed on his, his icy face became slightly warmer, and she saw the hint of teasing on his face that no one else could see but her."What is happening here?" Mr. Wales, the principal, asked while glancing at Amira and the hall monitor, who arrived with a terrified expression on her face."Please forgive me, Mr. Wales. I tried to stop her, but she kept running."Mr Wales walked towards Amira, whose gaze remained fixed on Andrea's. "Miss Banks, the last time I checked, you weren't the stubborn type; I a