Semua Bab Seducing Professor Cal : Bab 141 - Bab 150

The first person Myra saw as she walked up the wide stairs was Atlas. She thought about avoiding him, but decided against it. If anyone would lead her to that boy or make him talk to her, it was Atlas.His eyes widened in surprise when he recognized her, walking up to him, and she smiled at him.“I thought you avoided me because the police took me in.” He said.“How ridiculous. You heard what happened at the penthouse. I have to work more hours now,” she said, and as she saw him already beginning to frown, she added, “It’s all my choice.”His face relaxed again, but then he squinted at her. “But you would not even reply to my texts, or take my calls.”“I rarely even remember having a phone these days,” she said, and she sensed the anger he was beginning to feel evaporate as he looked at her with sympathetic eyes.She felt horrible.“I am sorry, Myra.” He said, “Is there something I can maybe help you with?”She smiled softly and shook her head. “By the way, where is your friend? He

Myra drove fast to the hospital after she called Gilbert with an update and told him to send one of his guards to the shipyard.She respected Donna’s resume, but she could not feel at ease leaving her there by herself, especially when she was investigating.One thing she had learned early was that your skill as a cop did not make you invisible. As long as you could bleed, you could die, no matter how many black belts you had or your perfect shooting score.She stopped outside the hospital, the one she knew she had almost zero chances of running into anyone from Ciaran complex or the Precinct. She had her blood drawn and went to the DNA test lab on the top floor and gave them samples of Greg's hair she had discreetly collected and some from her own hair.Then she left with some supplies after she was told that the results would be emailed to her in twenty-four hours.She stopped outside a costume shop close to the Ciaran complex, and parked her car in the underground parking lot. In

“What did you do to him?” The big loud man was slowly coming out of his unconsciousness, and his words were coming out in a slur.“You’re tough,” Myra commented in admiration. The man had woken up faster than she would have expected.“Can you even hear me?” She tried to get in his line of sight. The man tried to focus his eyes on her, but Myra realized she must still be swimming in his vision. “Well. You need to wake up if you plan to kiss your wife goodbye. He does not want to speak,” she said, reclining back to her seat.“I don’t know anything!” The poisoned man yelled in frustration, his eyes wide with fear, and he was sweating now. “Your wife here." She said, annoyingly stressing the word wife, "Is about to go bye bye.” She turned to the loud tough man, and smiled. “It’s already too late to save him. Watch him closely so that you can make a decision when your time comes.”The man’s vision seemed to finally become steady, and Myra glanced at Ray, who was watching her with as m

Myra sat in the van as the sun rose, as the police officers who had clamped down on the place walked around. Even the police chief was there, and he seemed delighted to have found one more dirty linen of the Ciaran complex.“It makes sense now why anyone would spend so much money to build a complex like that,” Jess said, coming to join her on the van. “They have sent a team to the complex and, apparently, your apartment building is where this tunnel leads out of.”“What?” Myra turned around at this. Her mind went back to the shape of the building, and she thought about how she had always wondered why it was the only marked building in the whole complex.Donna appeared then and got in the van. She sat beside Myra, “I have been having tea with Harry. He tells such sad tales.” She said, not looking sad at all.“What did he say? Why was he here? Was he involved in all this?”“He was one of the foremen here till he tried to cheat his boss out of a sale.”“What?” Myra and Jess said in un

Myra walked with spindly legs towards the bed, without a glance at her purse still on the floor. She was staring at those amber eyes she remembered so well, wondering if this was a dream. “I don’t remember you getting easily intimidated. Why did you run off?” He was still watching her. Myra’s jaw dropped further. He was speaking well, and he could see her. The doctors have said all the possible bad things that could happen to him when he wakes up. But he was speaking as fine as he did the last time she saw him, at the beachfront property. “Cal,” she said as she finally got to the bed, and fell rather than sat beside him. “Cal.” And the tears began to drop her face. She was scared to hug him or even touch him, even though she wanted to do so. Not with all those injuries. But he touched her. He raised his hand with bandages still on some parts and took it to wipe her cheeks with his thumb. The way she remembered. The exact way she remembered and this opened a floodgate of