Fake Dating The Tycoon Lawyer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Electra’s heels click against the marble floor as she walks into the event hall. The smell of expensive champagne hit her nostrils. Men and women clad in expensive formal clothes formed small groups around and their lively chatter filled the hall. From her observation, she can already tell that this is a corporate event, confirming what Anders had told her.She stands by the entrance, craning her neck, scanning through the crowd for Anders.She immediately begins to regret refusing his offer to pick her up when he had called to ask. She wouldn't have been standing here, having so many eyes scope her up and down. But she didn’t want to sit in a car with him after how he had kissed her the other night.She pulls the hem of her black dress down.“Damn! That's one hell of a hot chick.” Orion whistles. His eyes gleam with admiration and a flirtatious glint. “Who is she?”Anders looks to his friend and partner in the law firm. Following Orion's gaze, Anders’ eyes land on the striking woman

Orion stands by the door to Anders’ house, ready to bolt if Anders comes at him again. He holds the handle, an apologetic look sits on his face.“I didn't know Maria would take me seriously and tell everyone about it.” He explains.“Maria is a gossip. You should know better than to tell her anything. I mean anything!” Anders grits.Now he knows the source of the rumors. Orion had playfully told the office gossip that Anders was taking things seriously with Electra. A piece of news was all Maria ever needed to create a vivid imagination of her own. And she never hesitated to spread what she thinks.“You could have said no.” Orion offers.The look Anders dashes him, has him thinning his lips and swallowing the words right back.Anders cannot say no to Granny. Not at this time.“So when does she move in?” Orion asks. He gets back inside the house. Anders has taken a seat on his couch.“Today.” His response is filled with horror.“Great! This house could use a feminine touch.”Anders glar

Anders jogs down the sidewalk towards his house. Perspiration covers his skin- a testament to the energy expended during his run. This is routine. Going for a run in the wee hours of the morning. It is his way of having the right start to his day. From his vantage point, he has a clear view of his apartment. It is a beautiful house, a modern design with unique architectural structure, and that's why he had purchased the property. He reaches his front porch in no time.Still panting from his run, he checks his smartwatch and smiles to himself at the accomplishment. He did half a mile more than yesterday’s run. He checks the time; 7am. Just in time. Today can’t start any better. But that soon changes as he steps inside the house. His breath catches, not from his run but from the fear that immediately fills him.There is smoke everywhere. His only rational explanation; Fire!His house is burning!He doubles his pace, runs inside the house in panic. Electra! His mind hits him with the

“Place your phone, keys and any metal you have on you here.” The officer slides a metal tray over to Electra. This is the last security check Electra has to go through before she can enter the prison. She does as she is told, going as far as removing her pant belt, placing it in the tray before she steps through the metal detector. This is a routine she’s used to. She gains an entry pass when the machine makes no noise. The officer nods for her to go on. She walks into the state prison, her heart beating fast against her chest. This isn’t her first time here. She comes here every other week when she can get away from her father. Living with Anders eliminates the eagle eyes of her father watching her every move. But it doesn’t eliminate the racing in her heart; not the heaviness she feels whenever she comes here; not the memories of her life. Her hard life without her brother. Her shield. She stills herself and forces a smile over her face as she catches sight of him. Another off

Anders shakes his head. Orion is a clown. He shifts his attention to Karl. “Are you alright?” Karl nods and stills himself. “It was just a minor accident. She didn't know I was coming behind her when she flipped her hand.” He sniffs. “She didn't even realize that she struck me.” The woman's brows knit. Karl was lying tooth and nail. Karl turns to her. “Thanks for your help, ma'am.” She simply eyes him and walks off, regretting why she bothered to help him. She agrees in her heart that he deserved that punch. “You want to have that checked out?” Orion asks. “I’ll manage.” Karl says. Anders eyes him, assessing the credibility of his words. “Are you done here?” “Yes. I was leaving. I’ve seen the client. There's a hearing in three days. We rehearsed for court and went through some details about the case.” Karl says, aiming to impress Anders. Anders glanced at Orion. “It's one of the minor cases…” “No case is minor.” Anders cuts Orion. “Our clients are our priority.” He reminds