Since I Found You
Fallin in Love

Vlad stopped his car in the courtyard of the luxury mansion left by his adoptive father. There, we see a few guards. The number is not how much. After the death of his adoptive father, Roderyk Lenkov, Vlad placed few people inside the magnificent building.

With a hasty move, Vlad entered the mansion earlier. Upon arrival inside the magnificent building, he headed straight for the study. Vlad pulled out the phone. The Russian man contacted his loyal assistant, Mykola Vanko.

“I don't want to know. I want you to investigate Ludwig Stegen down to the smallest thing!” vlad's word is full of emphasis. His face was flushed red, as it held a huge amount of anger.

“Don't worry, sir. I will try to get all the detailed information about the man,” Mykola said from across there. “How about Miss Miller? Have you found it?” mykola asked making Vlad snort. From the employer's anger, Mykola was able to guess what happened. However, the Russian-Ukrainian man did not dare to talk too much.

“I've met him, Mykola. However, he refused to come with me,” explained Vlad. His breathing began to fall apart.

“Nona Miller refuses to come with you?” Mykola half couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“That's what makes me wonder.” Vlad threw the body onto the sofa. The owner of the blue eyes tried to calm down. Vlad set his breath to feel more comfortable.

“About, why is Miss Miller acting like that?” ask Mykola as he did.

“I'll find out soon,” Vlad replied. Without saying goodbye, he hung up the phone. He reopened the contact list on his phone. Vlad was looking for the name he was going to call Herbert Miller. The phone number he got from Mykola, when they came to the residence of Altea's father.

“Hallo. Who's this?” ask Herbert across the street.

“It's me, old man,” replied Vlad coldly.

Herbert did not respond immediately. The middle-aged man remained silent for a while. Either because of fear or there are other reasons, which made the father of Altea so distasteful to Vlad. Yeah, he knows who contacted him. Herbert knew Vlad's distinctive voice and speech.

“Why are you silent? Are you still afraid of me?” ask Vlad cynically. He had already lost his respect for a father figure like Herbert, who had the heart to make his own daughter a shield of self-protection.

“What's up, sir?Have you found Altea?” asked Herbert ventured to speak.

“Yes. I've met your daughter,” Vlad replied still sounding cynical.

“Is he with you now, sir? Thank goodness if my daughter is okay.” Herbert breathed a sigh of relief. However, the feeling of being released in his heart, again turned into a calamity after hearing Vlad's words.

“Your daughter is not willing to come with me.”

Herbert was silent. He exhaled heavily accompanied by a short complaint. Herbert did that over and over again, to simply dispel the uneasiness that plagued his heart and mind.

“Say, what is the reason behind your daughter being so?” Vlad's tone of question sounded full of emphasis. “First, he's willing to come with you without putting up a fight like he once did. Second, Altea Miller was very obedient to me. But not at the moment. He prefers to submit to Ludwig Stegen.”

Silent. Herbert was again silent. He didn't dare to be frank with Vlad. They are not facing directly. However, Herbert still felt the horror of the Russian man.

With a cold and sharp look, Vlad put his mobile phone on the table. He kept paying attention to such advanced communication tools. Until a few moments passed, nothing happened. However, Vlad has not changed his position, or simply took his eyes off the phone earlier.

“Alright, Herbert,” he said slowly and deeply. “So this is what you want?” Just as Vlad turned his eyes to the desk drawer, his phone screen seemed to light up. Herbert's name is on there. Vlad gave a cynical smile. He swiped the green phone icon, to answer that incoming call.

“Master,” greet Herbert in doubt.

“Say!” vlad's reply was firm and emphasis-stressed.

“I ... I gave a threat to Altea,” said Herbert still with a tone that sounded doubtful.

“What kind of threat?” urged Vlad.

Herbert was silent for a moment. He was probably stringing up the words, which would be conveyed to Vlad. A moment later, the middle-aged man spoke again. “Altea already doesn't care even though I'm dead. He told me himself. That makes a lot of sense, after everything I did.” Herbert begins his narration.

“However, my problems with the people from Goldgeld Casino would never have been resolved, had I not immediately repaid the huge amount of debt. They give very little time. Altea was always able to escape. As you know. My daughter is as slippery as an eel. That's why, I used another way to make him give up.” Herbert was silent. He breathed a heavy breath.

“No need to beat around the bush. Say it! What makes Altea Miller so!” vlad was impatient.

“I ... I .. I say that Agatha and her family, are under threat from the people of Goldgeld Casino. I know that Altea loves his brother and nephew very much. That's why I made them as ...”

“Badness!” vlad's sentak interrupted Herbert's explanation. “Lucky that you're not in front of me right now! If we talk directly, then I will not hesitate to punch your head with my gun!” Vlad snorted in annoyance. He's really mad.

“I'm so sorry. Me ...”

“You useless father! If you are not ready to take responsibility for your family, you should spend your life alone to death!” Vlad's anger is unbearable. He just hung up the phone. Vlad even hit the surface of the table with his fist.

Miris, that was how the thirty-year-old man felt. Vlad again remembered his fate which was also neglected. He had the same depraved father as Herbert. Not without reason, if Vlad was happy when he heard the news of the death of his father who hated him so much.

Vlad Ignashevich was born out of an affair between Elke and a Russian named Viktor Drozdov. Viktor often dates many women, even though he already has a wife.

Since he was a teenager, Vlad chose to live with his grandfather in Russia. From that moment on, he no longer met Elke. However, there was one incident that made him have to return to Sieseby, where the mother was. Bad memories that keep him imprisoned and down, lamenting his imperfect physical condition.

It must be admitted that Vlad began to rise and return to his identity, after the presence of Altea. That stubborn and ruleless young lady, had given Vlad a new spirit. However, when the blonde-haired man would actually pick up the rest of the time long neglected, Altea instead went and refused to return to him.

“What did you do to me, Altea Miller?” Vlad leaned back his body while closing his eyes. Could he have fallen in love?