BEG FOR ME, MR. BILLIONAIRE 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 18

Rowland's POVThe moment the papers were all stamped and filed, Rowland stood up."Klaus, see them out," he said. "It's ready, sir," The lady who had earlier welcomed the Galavans motioned to the machine on her lap.She had been punching the machine all the while and now placed some papers on Rowland's desk.Rowland turned towards the window and clasped his hands behind his back.Behind him footsteps shuffled as the guests prepared to leave."Thank you, sir," Mr. Galavan said.Rowland Montero didn't say a word back.His thoughts had already drifted to something more important. 'Someone is toying with me,' he thought. Whoever had leaked his V&L Group's lotion formula to his competition was in his company and he still hadn't figured out who it was. A traitor in his own house? No, that was unacceptable. Was he becoming weak?He stepped closer to the window. Down below him, buildings, moving cars, pedestrians, everything looked like pieces on a chessboard. An idea struck him. There w

The drive took about two hours. First, they tore through the city square. Then the towers and skyscrapers fell behind. Streets grew wider, quieter and cleaner. Even the air felt fresher here. Buildings become fewer, each set back behind massive iron gates with long drive ways. After some time, The roar of the city and hum of traffic disappeared totally. They were welcome to Wesley Heights by chirping of birds and occasional distant barking of a dog.The long drive had a cathartic effect on Emma. Just watching the beautiful hilly terrains and enjoying the fresh air out here purged her of the negative emotions.'It almost feels like the countryside,' she thought.Houses here were mini estates. Emma could see maids watering flower beds infront of these homes. Occasionally, a sports car would roar through these gates onto the empty street.The car slowed as they turned into a particularly long driveway lined by towering palm trees. The gate infront of them was black iron, a bold 'M' sig

'Have they finally brought me something to eat, this late?' Emma wondered. The thought of opening the door crossed her mind but she quickly decided against it. "Who's that?" She whispered with a shaky voice. "Mr. Diouf?" There was no answer.Her heart pounded hard.Before she could make up her mind on what to do, she heard the sound of footsteps retreat from her door and fade away in the distance.She thought it better to find out in the morning.Between the biting hunger and fear, it took her a long time to sleep. She kept tossing and turning for until at one point she fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion. * * * * *By the time she woke up the next morning, the sun was already up. Emma lazily got into the shower, freshened up and changed. She walked to the door only to see a small piece of paper folded beneath it. Emma bent down quicker than a ten year old who had found a penny on the ground. When she unfolded the paper and read the note, her heart skipp

The words in the note reverberated through Emma's mind. Her hand instinctively went to her back pocket and retrieved it. She read the note again and replaced it in her pocket. "Where can I find Monsieur Diouf?""His office is up there on the landing. Turn left, second door." Lori said."I need to talk to him about something," Emma said."I have work to do, I wouldn't want Madam to come back and find me standing here." Lori began to leave. "Word of advice. Whatever you do here, you don't want to mess with Madam. She decides who stays here and who leaves. Not even Rowland can save you if she wants you gone."Emma shrugged. "Well, thanks. I'll keep that in mind."She climbed up the grand staircase. Her hand grazed the smooth mahogany banister and she peered up at the ceiling to behold silver crystals hanging from the ceiling like frozen falling rain.Now up on the first floor landing, Emma was face to face with a collection of portraits on the opposite wall. She could tell they were fam