บททั้งหมดของ STALKING THE BILLIONAIRE DEVIL: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

[NIGHT, PRIVATE SHIP]"Are you sure he's going to come? We've been waiting for thirty minutes," Smith asked."Larry," Georgia turned to him."I don't know. From our last conversation, it sounded like he'd come. I don't think he's the type to go back on his word," Larry said."Then let's wait. Besides, he has already paid. If he doesn't come, we have nothing to lose." Georgia sat beside Smith and crossed her leg."Our hunt for a new scapegoat starts tonight. We should be able to replace them within two weeks."Smith nodded in agreement.The humans were not crying because of the sedative they added to their meals. If they were awake, they might cause them an issue later on."I think they're coming," Larry said and dropped the binoculars."Where?" Georgia sprang up. "Let me see." She looked through the binoculars but saw darkness."What did you see?""I was sure I saw some people running towards this boat."Smith stood."I thought it was one person?""He might have his men," Georgia repli

[OUTHOUSE]Ixora paced to and fro while hitting her phone repeatedly on her palm.She's regained her childhood memory of Drexton and couldn't be happier. Fate had already brought them together, and she didn't know. That explains why she fell for him when she saw him at the age of sixteen.Her parents ruined her life to the point of wiping her childhood memory because she witnessed them killing someone. If they hadn't erased it, she might have remembered Drexton sooner, and she would have made him remember her. Her heart skipped multiple beats as she couldn't wait for him to come so that she could tell him.Despite the happiness, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. She feels like something will happen. Something bad. Terrible.The paranoid feeling hasn't stopped but has grown worse. It's fifteen minutes past six, and Drexton hasn't arrived. He was the one who set six as the stated time. Then why wasn't he there?Her phone notification had been popping up madly,

[SICILY, VIPOISON ORGANIZATION]Power has class, taste and authority. Rules are meant to be broken, vows aren't. Vows are loyalty, and the Morozovs take them seriously.Iron, steel, metals, bronze, and marble dominated the Vipoison organization. Everything in there is done with care and precision. Taking absolute measures and precautions. The rules are simple... trespass with the Morozovs, pay with your life.The place reeked of drugs, weapons and ammunition. The guard's fingers curled tightly around the trigger. They are always ready. No one knows when an enemy will attack. The maids, all dressed in tight leather pants, are not useless. They are trained. Behind their pockets was a knife used when attacked."Hurry up, they need to be shipped today," a voice said, hands folded behind him. His eyes were as sharp as a blade as he supervised the guards packing the drugs.Another rule of Morozov's is to trust no one, not even yourself.Somebody walked in."Boss, J. K requests to see you,"

[CASTELLAN HOUSE]Hazel walked in with Nikita and Winter behind her. Her eyes darted around the house with a smile on her lips. She had always dreamed of having things Ixora had. Now, she's in the house. The only difference was that the real Ixora had her parents' love. If only they were still alive, they would have showered her with love. Their long-lost daughter is back. She will watch the same woman who used to call her poor and wretched pour affection on her. So many benefits of pretending to be Ixora."Gosh, I missed here so much," she said and threw herself on the couch.Nikita's eyes fell on the pictures on the wall."She had a pretty good relationship with her mother." She sat beside Hazel."Their relationship was quite complicated. Today they are friends, tomorrow they are against each other. I know a lot because we were best friends.""Aren't you so cruel? You stole your best friend's identity and turned her into your servant."Winter stood behind them, staring ahead almost

"Ahh," Eric scooped the spoon to her lips. "Eat. You look so thin."Ixora laughed. "Come on, father, I'm still the same." She ate the food."I know what I'm saying, you should eat very well," Eric said."Fine, I'll eat, but I can feed myself." She picked up her spoon.He snatched the spoon away from her hand. "I will feed you, Xora."Ixora raised her hand in defeat. "Fine.""I didn't know you could cook. My dad is the best.""And I have the best daughter, too," Eric said with a slight chuckle.He kept feeding her, and they ate while laughing, chatting, acting like two young teenagers."So, tell me, how's my little actress doing?" he asked, wiping the stain off her lips."Dad, I can do these petty things by myself. If you keep treating me this way, I guess I'll become lazy," Ixora said with a pout."Let me pamper you. I didn't get the chance to do it when you were still a child. I wasn't there with you, so don't stop me. I'm happy doing it," he said, getting emotional.Ixora hugged him