Hot Enemy charm
Chapter 3. Packages
A large workspace with a vintage design that is dominated by black, gold, and brown, looks so elegant. There, it looks two different men of the middle generation are overwhelmed with satisfaction.
The large television screen that was plastered in front of them, had just been turned off leaving quite a happy look on the faces of the two. It seems, an interesting spectacle has just been enjoyed by the two adam.
The two sat facing each other with a small table in the middle. On the table, there was a black-and-white boxed board decorated with similar colored pieces. A relaxing event is taking place here.
“Don't get complacent, Boy! It's just the beginning of the game. There is still a lot you have to go through and finish,” said one of them aged half a century.
Another younger man smiled faintly, then nodded in agreement to the words of the middle-aged man who was his father.
“Yes, Dad! So, let's get it done!”
The young man allowed the father to move the white piece first. Don't be confused why he didn't play his black pawn first? It's the rule in the chess world like that, white is first played.
The eagle's eye with the hazel bead continued to highlight the chessboard, where the white pawn controlled the game. The handsome man smiled calmly, when a crack to play the blackburne shilling trap detected its neutrality.
“In executing a plan, do not be too hasty and want to master everything!” The young man spoke while cupping his face with his hands resting on both knees.
Unexpectedly, he intentionally let the black queen into the white horse trap. This is where the white chaos began.
“Sometimes we need to relent and stay calm, then slowly attack with certainty.” In the end victory was achieved by the young man, when the position of the king and white queen was locked by the dark horse he moved.
Both corners of the young man's lips slightly raised to form a thin smile, when the voice of the father's applause appreciates the trap he played.
“You are indeed my son, Boy,” said the middle-aged man there proudly. "One daddy message, stay careful and always be alert. Don't let your guard down while your mission isn't over!" coined.
The old man then grabbed a bottle with a luxurious and shiny look. The bottle is covered in 3000 swarovski diamonds designed by Leon Verre, a famous designer from Rome. The young man shook his head, looking at the father who began to pour the contents in the bottle into the two glasses available there.
“Stop consuming alcohol, Dad. It is not good for your health,” scolded the young man. However, he did not refuse the glass containing the vodka billionaire offered by his father.
“It's okay if only occasionally. Consider it this to start our plan.” The father responded and invited the son to a toast.
The sound of glasses clashing with each other and air in a luxurious room there. The two men gulped down a drink made with a secret Russian recipe.
“Thanks for today, Dad. I have to get to Rex Falcon now.” The young man with the face of a Greek god spoke after he finished gulping down his drink. It soon passed from there.
“Good luck, Boy," said his father in a soft tone with a smile.
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The next day, Loretta was still trying to negotiate with her father regarding the escort against her. The breakfast room became an arena of debate among them.
“Daddy, please. Let me choose my own bodyguard. There are still many more capable and reliable people than Noco Miles.” people Loretta argued while pleading, but not her father in the slightest.
Because, Loretta knows very well that Noco Miles is a security service company whose members are notoriously loyal, disciplined, and not easily influenced by anything. Obviously this would be very restraining and Loretta hated this.
“But there's no harm in you listening to your daughter Gilmer's request. You can't always impose your will without caring about what he wants.” Hellena tried to provoke.
Suddenly a female servant comes and says if there is a package ordered on behalf of Loretta Collins. Hellena looked at her daughter with a questionable look, while Loretta herself was overwhelmed with confusion.
The package?
“I'm not ordering anything. Aren't you wrong? It's possible they got the wrong address,” rebut Loretta with confidence.
The female servant who was still faithful lowered her head, further bowing her head. “I'm sorry, Miss. But I have checked it and Miss's name is listed there,” replied the waiter.
“Go and see first,” suggested Mr. Collins.
Without waiting for the next order, Loretta immediately got up and left the dining room, followed by the waiter after saying goodbye to his two masters. Loretta walked quickly towards the front and sure enough, a fairly large box with a piece of paper tucked in there bearing her name.
Impatiently wanting to see the contents, the beautiful woman just opened the box bound with a red ribbon. Instantly Loretta grimaced as she opened the ribbon. There were two needles stuck on both sides.
“Oh, sh*it! Who's stupid to tie a ribbon using a needle like this?” lore grumbled while sucking blood on her index finger.
Not long after, he again opened the box cover and found a piece of paper up there. The woman's eyes instantly faded with a heart that began to beat rapidly as soon as it read the contents.
‘Hi, bi*tch! Is your finger safe? Let's just say that's our greeting. In the days ahead, I will show you what life in hell really is. Prepare yourself well, Miss Collins. I have many surprises for you.’
“Losers*alan!” loretta exclaimed furiously.
It then re*mas-re*mas the paper and discards it in any direction. Anger and impatience urged him to open another box cover on the inside and at once he screamed hysterically while pushing the box away with all his might.
Hearing Loretta's cry, everyone ran up to her. Hellena and Gilmer who arrived there first, were shocked to see their daughter who looked trembling and frightened. Without asking the princess, Gilmer approached and checked the box that was the source of her daughter's fear.
Sure enough, in the box there are several photos of Loretta covered in blood and also the carcass of a bird with a knife stuck. Gilmer followed indignantly did not accept the terror that increasingly dared to disturb the calm of his daughter, let alone have entered in the environment of the ministry.
“Ke*parat! Find and find the courier now!” gilmer's orders to some of the guards who were there.
“Good, Master!” answer the three burly men and go straight from there. Meanwhile, the female servants rushed to clear the package earlier.
“Chadee!” call Gilmer to his assistant.
“I, Sir!”
“Prepare car, we to Noco Miles now.” Gilmer.
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