Free Web NovelChapter 9: Good. Very Good.
China?
Corrine paused from reading his reply and wondered what was so important for him to do in China that he left without even seeing her.
She thought he was also having issues with his dad, which resulted in his monthly allowance being cut off. He wasn’t even working and not yet a well-known basketball player.
Then how was he able to afford this trip?
Has he been planning it a long time ago?
Why wasn’t she informed about it?
There was nothing she did or planned to do that she didn’t inform him first about.
Come to think of it, there wasn’t much she knew about him.
Only that his father owned some of the high rise buildings in New York and was a trust fund baby.
He once told her he had been framed for drugs and false sexual allegations after a night at a club. His father was so embarrassed that he instantly cut ties with him and revoked his inheritance and trust fund even if he was innocent. freёweɓnovel.com
He said he found a way to escape all that drama and came to Los Angeles with the little money he had left to start all over here with his passion for sports.
She didn’t even know the name of the team he signed up with and anytime she asked about it, he would wave it off and tell her she wouldn’t understand.
Corrine was so confused but she brushed it off and decided to trust him. To put her full faith in him and believed he was the saint the world wanted to crucify.
She gave him an understanding response and wished him good luck right before suggesting if he will be okay for a video call whenever he was free this week. She told him it was urgent and she didn’t want to make any decisions yet until she had spoken to him.
She smiled and sent the text before stepping out of the door to drive to work.
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This time, the building’s security guards were cold to her and didn’t even bother greeting her.
And Corrine didn’t care.
She marched up the stairs when she noticed that the elevator was faulty again.
’’When will they repair this piece of shit?’’ she cursed in annoyance as she reached her floor and walked over to her office.
She read the name attached neatly to the opaque doors and smiled.
Winfield Entertainment.
And beneath that, in smaller cursive writing it says; Four Hearts. One Story. One Mind.
It used to be three hearts, but she had it change the moment Stylie became a member of the team.
She pushed the door open and stepped in. The cool breeze of the air conditioner immediately raised goosebumps across her skin.
’’Good morning, boss!’’
She turned the moment she closed the doors behind her and smiled at them. They all rose from their seats, heads bowed immediately in respect as they all greeted her warmly. There was nothing else that could replace being loved and accepted by these three. One of the reasons she was so dedicated to her work, so she could provide and treat them well no matter what.
She nodded at the three before turning to head over to her office.
Berry, Lin and Stylie all raised their heads and quickly moved the moment their boss was in. They all gathered with their knees bent behind a robust flower pot and peeked over it like curious spies at the transparent walls of the cubicle of their boss’s private space.
Corrine pushed the door and his head turned a bit at the snappy sound of her heels.
Corrine froze even before she had the chance to shut the door behind her. But luckily, the door moved on its own, trapping them both inside as she stared wide-eyed in shock at the tall figure that stood behind the large glass windows beside her desk.
The atmosphere changed drastically, almost tense when he turned just enough to catch the quick flash of his golden gaze now hidden by what she now believed were fake brown eyes.
She stared at him from head to toe at what he was wearing this time and she thought she had just stepped into another nightmare.
His suit was plain, shabby and almost too big for him. It was a dark blue jacket over a plain white turtleneck. He wore no rich gloves this time and she noticed how he hid his hands behind him, as if he was being shy before her.
He was still tall and had a dominating aura around him even in those cheap Nike shoes. Even his expensive diamond wristwatch was gone.
What happened to him?!
This time, her face could no longer suppress the heat she felt when she met with his smile that sparkled dreamily under the glare of the sunlight pouring from the windows. His hair wavy and shorter this time. The black in them glistened perfectly under the light and she noticed how some stray strands fell attractively over those deep, boring eyes.
Corrine said nothing as they stared at each other.
Her heartbeat picked up when he took two slow steps close to her and bowed low enough that his back was a straight horizontal line before her.
Corrine now looked terrified, almost speechless at his behavior.
’’Good morning, boss. I am Grim Ichor Hellworth. And I would be honored to be your new intern.’’
What the fuck?
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In one of the most luxurious mansions in Los Angeles, Hollywood Hills, a modern home shaped and styled to represent something that has featured in countless conspiracy theories, podcasts, and online discussions.
A man in his late sixties sat beside a pool designed to accommodate at least five hundred people with ease moved to take another sip of his glass of water. A Black private detective stood beside him while the man flipped through a magazine.
His hair was already grey, but full and neatly styled to show his importance and dominion in the business world. His face, though wrinkled, showed visible signs of how very handsome he was when he was still young and agile.
He looked fit with his face colder than frost and eyes as sharp as an eagle’s.
After taking another sip of his water, he stretched his hands towards the detective standing beside him. The detective didn’t hesitate to place his final reports carefully in the man’s hand before stepping back.
The man lowered the magazine to read the report about the daughter he was still very much interested in dominating over one day.
He scoffed at the change of name, ’’Winfield’’ and thought it was a very weak name for someone destined to take his throne someday.
His eyes gazed over the long report that stated the usual thing. His fingers drummed patiently on the golden, French table placed beside him.
She was still suffering.
Good.
Very good.
The detective watched as his employer nodded in satisfaction at the report before casually tossing it into the pool.
’’Anything else?’’
The man’s voice was enough to make the private detective’s hands glisten with sweat as he tried hard not to breath too hard and forced the lump building in his throat.
’’N–n...’’ Adrian paused to clear his throat as he took a much firmer stance and lied, ’’...No, Your Supreme.’’
Boring.
His gaze hardened with disinterest.
Her life wasn’t becoming that hard enough to make her crawl back to him to be used and fashioned in his likeness. One that will bring more glory to his name and make him the most powerful to ever live.
She had such good brains and excelled so much in all her private education. He will be damned if he let such a brain get wasted in some lousy entertainment industry.
’’Tell the others, unless they have other lives to turn to, to dig deeper. I need something to bring my daughter back where she belongs. There is not much time left to waste.’’
Detective Adrian tried not to be intimidated by the chill that rattled his spine at the threat and words that slipped out of those lips. He then lowered himself to his knees and promised that he and his men would do better to fulfill his wish.
