CHAPTER

"Secretary Paul, let's go. I'm tired. The old man will take over from here on."

Manager Bail couldn't believed the audacity this woman had, he hadn't met anyone who even dared to talk disrespectfully about that formidable man even behind his back. But this woman had directly mocked and ridicule Master Elliot. Even though there was a fear of facing Master Elliot, he always respected and had a high opinion of Master Elliot and her impudence had offended him a big time. He couldn't help but confront her.

"Young Miss, you can't talk to Master Elliot like that."

".....", she looked at Manager Bail who looked determined.

"He is a very respectful person. You should apologize to him right now."

"What if I don't?"

"Then I would I ask you to leave the hotel."

"Make me.", she said challenging him.

Manager Bail was frustrated dealing with this woman. She challenged him but he was a smart man, he had seen a firsthand result of what happen when someone tries to touch her.

"Miss, I would like to request you to leave, your money will be refunded.", Manager Bail said firmly.

"You are cute, Manager Bail. But I own one of the room in this hotel, you can't make me go from my own property, now can you?"

"....."

Manager Bail was not the only one who was shocked. They had seen her before but never thought she owned a room here.

"Miss, is that person someone you know?", Manager Bail asked the one question he had been thinking the whole time. The way she had reacted so violently, he was sure Mr. Gale had offended someone very close to this Miss.

"Who?"

"The one Mr. Gale...."

"Oh, her? I don't know."

Manager Bail blinked at her with confusion, not understanding her.

"Manager Bail, if the victim was you instead of her, I would have done the same. You see, I do what I want. Have a good evening."

She then turned her back on him and left, with Secretary Paul following behind her. Manager Bail was very much confused, at one hand he despise her for being disrespectful towards Master Elliot, but on the other hand, he respect her for what she did for that unknown person.

"Quite a character, I would say. Doesn't want to deal with any bullshit but took the responsibility of protecting an unknown woman.", a kind voice said, his eyes on the disappearing figure of the woman, his slightly wrinkled face hiding a mysterious smile.

"She was cool.", a teenager in her sixteen said admiringly. The young man accompanying them patted her head lovingly, while the old man chuckled.

"I wonder who she is."

..........................

"Is she okay now?", she asked as she entered the room.

Aunt Jeannie bowed at her, while the man in scrubs nodded his head.

"I gave her the injection of the antidote, she should be fine, she might be feverish and sore when she wake up. Give her a warm bath and prepare some porridge when she wake up."

Aunt Jeannie nodded her head, memorizing everything he said, "Okay, Young Master Parish."

"Is there anything you need me for, Willy?"

"Are you busy?"

"Of course, I left a strings of patients just for you."

"As you should when I summon you, Jay."

"Eh, as you say, your highness.", Jay said sarcastically.

"Go away. Didn't you say patients are waiting for you. So shoo."

Jay patted her head affectionately, and saunters out of the room. She look at his receding back with a small gentle smile.

"Young Miss, what do you envisioned for Mr. Gale and Miss Scott?", Secretary Paul asked, ready to execute the orders.

"I don't care. Don't bother yourself about it anymore."

"Alright, Young Miss. Why don't you rest for the rest of the evening? You must be exhausted."

She nodded and giving a last glance at the sleeping woman, she left the room leaving the others behind. She walk through the carpeted corridor and stopped infront of her room, Room no. 9090. This room was gifted to her by her grandmother, Grandma Ivy, the old woman died 10 years ago, the dark day as her Grandpa describe the day. Even after so many years, even after her death, the love for her never seems to decreased from her Grandpa's heart.

Instead of a card, the door was to be unlocked with a password. All the rooms owned by her family members are password locked unlike the normal ones. She punched her password, the door opened with 'click', she opened the door wide with a push. She entered the room and kicked the door closed. The interior of the room was specially designed by Grandma Ivy, as a part of the gift. A king sized bed made up with golden satin linens and pillows, lies on the middle of the room, facing the huge windows. The Flos River in view from the windows. Furnished with expensive furnitures and artifacts complimenting the white walls, the room had a warmth that her Grandma Ivy left. It wasn't changed a bit from the original design since it was handover to her. Except the bathroom was renovated and all recent technologies were installed. She turned on the tap and properly washed off the blood stains, pouring some handwash she cleaned her hands. A floral scent filling her nose as the foam covered her hands. She washed off the handwash, and dried her hands.

Removing her sunglass, dark brown eyes stared back at her in the mirror, exhaustion was visible in those two eyes. She hardly slept for the last three days, the new designs to be launched were a talk in the glam world. The limited edition collection for this year was anticipated by every person in the town. Her team had worked really hard to outstand the expectation of the public, and she had to make sure this collection won't disappoint anyone. The designs were improvised and finalised this morning, the manufacturing of the designs will start from tomorrow, so tonight it was a rest day.

She fell on the soft mattress of the bed, a lethargic feeling taking over her body, her bones becoming mushy. She managed to take off her shoes and cap, placing herself comfortably below the duvets, she felt into a deep slumber.

The loud noises coming from her phone disturbed her sleep, she begrudgingly searched for her phone, pulling her phone out of her pocket, she replied without looking at the caller id harshly, "What do you want?"

"That's not how talk to me, Missy.", an elegant poised voice reprimanded her.

She squinted at her phone and grunted but said in a gentle voice, "How can I help you, Madam Elliot?"

"I need your help."

"Whoa, okay. What's there for me?"

"Jacob has a girlfriend. Bring her to the Elliot Mansion."

"I don't kidnap people like that, Madam Elliot. Unless you give me a solid reason and reward for it."

"Anything you want."

A sly smirk craved on her lips, she sat down and leaned on the bed headboard.

"Alright, you have my attention, Madam Elliot. But if you don't mind, why don't you send one of your minions to do the job?"

"Jacob won't mind if you kidnap the girl."

"Remember you owe me one, I'll ask for my reward when time comes. Good night, Madam Elliot."

She hang up the call, and and dialled another number, the moon illuminating her room, the Flos river glowing under the moonlight.

"Hello, Young Miss?"

"Evening, Alan, I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"No, Young Miss. How can I help you?"

"I need you to find someone's information."

"Who?"

"Jacob Elliot's girlfriend, find everything about her, not a single detail should be left out. You have two days."

"Alright, Young Miss. I'll report to you soon."

...............................

"Young Miss, Master Elliot has been searching for you.", Secretary Paul informed her.

She had been hiding from that old man for two days, and she had been eluding very effectively. After the incident in Abode Castle, he had been trying to reached to her quite a many times now, she had to reach back soon or else she could be in trouble.

.....KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.....

She lowly permitted the person on the other side of the door. Alan politely bowed at her and placed a tablet in front of her.

"Young Miss, all the information regarding the person are all here.", Alan informed her.

"Alright, thank you very much, Alan. Good job."

"Thank you, Young Miss."

When Alan left room, Secretary Paul curiously looked at her.

"If Young miss don't mind, can I ask, who is the person Alan investigated."

"Jacob Elliot's girlfriend.", she said while reading the information gave by Alan.

"Evangeline Glen.", she read out the person's name and chuckled out loud, "Secretary Paul, who would have thought Jacob could managed to snatch a girl for himself."