Chapter 163
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Glen parked the car in front of the house where Mark was living. One light on the second floor was on and the rest of the house was just darkness as if it's been abandoned.
With big steps, Glen and Evan rushed to the gate. When they reached the room, their eyes both swelled, Mark was on the ground with a knife on his shoulder and eyes stabbed just like Aaron while he was lying unconscious on the ground.
Evan sat down and tried to check his pulse; relief flooded his heart to realize that he's alive.
"I'll call an ambulance," Glen said and walked out.
Meanwhile, Evan's heart started to pound, he suddenly worried about Daniella now that Mark was not in her side, he feared that she might be in trouble.
He took his phone out and dialed her number but it was still turned off.
He breathed out, soon the ambulance came, when the paramedics carried Mark's unconscious body, an envelope fell from his pocket.
Evan picked it up, he looked at the back and saw his name imprinted on it.
He pursed his lips as a loud sharp breath escaped his lips.
He opened the envelope and pulled out the paper inside, an address was written on it, a line appeared in between his brows - the handwriting, it looked so familiar, yet he couldn't remember where did he see it.
"Are you alright?" Glen asked after the paramedic left.
He nodded and shoved the paper in his pocket.
-
Daniella's eyes squinted as they tried to sneak into the house, she was standing in the garden hiding in one of the bushes while Ken was sitting on the bench freely as if he's not afraid to be discovered.
She looked at him and whistled to get his attention, "can't we just knock and talk to him?" he said in a voice devoid of emotion.
Daniella squeezed her eyes shut, the volume of his voice could awake even the person in a coma, "come here!" she waved a hand in the air, asking him to come closer.
Ken rolled his eyes, he rose from the wooden bench and strode towards her.
He squatted on the floor next to her – hiding behind the bush, then he looked at the window where he saw the chief of police in the table with a young man.
"Let's just knock, there's no guard anyway, I think it's safe," Daniella later said after realizing that the house was unguarded.
Ken got up followed by Daniella but a sudden pain on her head has made her groan, she looked up to check on what did she bump into but as she raised her chin, her nose bumped on Ken's elbow.
Absently, her hand went to her nose, "what the hell?" she whispered angrily at him, no wonder she bumped her head on his elbow when Ken had his hands on his hips standing like a statue.
Ken looked at his side and hid his smile, "your weird and clumsy," then he walked first towards the door while Daniella tailed him blabbering words he couldn't understand.
Knock, knock. Ken knocked on the door, it took some time before it was opened by the young man who was talking to the chief of police in the kitchen.
"Daisy?" the young man spoke, voice sounded surprised while excitement shone in his eyes, "I can't believe I'd see you again!" then he took a step forward, pulled Daniella's arm for a hug but before their body could touch, Ken, blocked their distance with his arm.
"Don't touch her," Ken said rumbly, his face bore an uncharacteristic grim which made him aloof and cold.
Both the young man and Daniella looked at Ken with confusion. Words left her mouth, and she stared into those grey gloomy eyes throwing a murderous look at the man.
"I don't know who you are but this is my girlfriend!" the young man spoke firmly, he stared at the beautiful woman in front. She's the same innocent woman who had eyes that could comfort a fuming mind.
Hearing that, Daniella's eyes switched from Ken to the young man who was still holding her hand, her confusion went deeper.
Daniella stared into his eyes, trying to see his memory of her, soon she realized that he was right, but it's been years since the last time they see each other.
She gulped hard, her brain suddenly found a way for him to be useful.
"Yes, dear," she discreetly waggled her brows to Ken, "I know that things between us didn't end so we-"
"We didn't break up," the young man interrupted.
Daniella paused, she didn't remember him but she was able to see her in his memory when she was still in London and the man was working as a part-timer in the university library, she got her lawyer's license.
"You don't remember him?" Ken whispered.
Daniella gulped hard, she took a step back and whispered, "I dated a lot of guys alright? I don't remember 99% of them."
Ken pursed his lips, "how is this going to help us?"
Daniella lifted a finger in the air and excused herself, "one-moment dear, I need to explain our relationship to my bodyguard," saying that, Daniella walked a few steps dragging Ken with her.
"Don't worry, I checked the memories he had with me so everything's fine."
Ken clenched his fists, itching to pinch her face, "do you still think you're a psychic?"
Daniella blinked her eyes, "I am not a psychic but I can read people's minds."
Ken took a deep breath and turned around, he realized that Daniella definitely needed help
"so," Daniella said as she turned to face the man, she faked a smile, her eyes bathed flirtatiously, "I have issues with my memory but no worry Brylee I am-" she was interrupted once again.
"My name is Marlon, Brylee is my best friend," the young man said.
Daniella froze, she definitely heard the name Brylee in his memory but she was not focusing so much. She blinked repeatedly, "Yes, dear I know your name is Marlon," she gulped anxiously, she could see through the corner of her eyes that Ken was throwing her a deadly look, "I just want to ahm..." she cleared her throat, she could see the suspicion in his eyes, "meet you?" her voice elevated, she could not concentrate anymore.
Head tilting in confusion, Marlon squinted and stared at her, "what happened to your voice? You had a hard accent when we met. And you said were-" he looked up in the sky as he tried to remember their past conversation, "Russian that's why your accent was hard."
Ken pokered his face, he leaned closer to Daniella and whispered, "really? Russian, the real Russians would feel insulted if they find out."
Daniella glared at him, "I had a sore throat that day so my voice was rough," then her expression softened as she turned to look at Marlon and then she flashed a fake smile on her lips.
Marlon was still stunned, but soon he smiled and pulled her inside while Ken followed them.
"Dad, I found her! The girl I told you I met in London."
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Glen parked the car in front of the house where Mark was living. One light on the second floor was on and the rest of the house was just darkness as if it's been abandoned.
With big steps, Glen and Evan rushed to the gate. When they reached the room, their eyes both swelled, Mark was on the ground with a knife on his shoulder and eyes stabbed just like Aaron while he was lying unconscious on the ground.
Evan sat down and tried to check his pulse; relief flooded his heart to realize that he's alive.
"I'll call an ambulance," Glen said and walked out.
Meanwhile, Evan's heart started to pound, he suddenly worried about Daniella now that Mark was not in her side, he feared that she might be in trouble.
He took his phone out and dialed her number but it was still turned off.
He breathed out, soon the ambulance came, when the paramedics carried Mark's unconscious body, an envelope fell from his pocket.
Evan picked it up, he looked at the back and saw his name imprinted on it.
He pursed his lips as a loud sharp breath escaped his lips.
He opened the envelope and pulled out the paper inside, an address was written on it, a line appeared in between his brows - the handwriting, it looked so familiar, yet he couldn't remember where did he see it.
"Are you alright?" Glen asked after the paramedic left.
He nodded and shoved the paper in his pocket.
-
Daniella's eyes squinted as they tried to sneak into the house, she was standing in the garden hiding in one of the bushes while Ken was sitting on the bench freely as if he's not afraid to be discovered.
She looked at him and whistled to get his attention, "can't we just knock and talk to him?" he said in a voice devoid of emotion.
Daniella squeezed her eyes shut, the volume of his voice could awake even the person in a coma, "come here!" she waved a hand in the air, asking him to come closer.
Ken rolled his eyes, he rose from the wooden bench and strode towards her.
He squatted on the floor next to her – hiding behind the bush, then he looked at the window where he saw the chief of police in the table with a young man.
"Let's just knock, there's no guard anyway, I think it's safe," Daniella later said after realizing that the house was unguarded.
Ken got up followed by Daniella but a sudden pain on her head has made her groan, she looked up to check on what did she bump into but as she raised her chin, her nose bumped on Ken's elbow.
Absently, her hand went to her nose, "what the hell?" she whispered angrily at him, no wonder she bumped her head on his elbow when Ken had his hands on his hips standing like a statue.
Ken looked at his side and hid his smile, "your weird and clumsy," then he walked first towards the door while Daniella tailed him blabbering words he couldn't understand.
Knock, knock. Ken knocked on the door, it took some time before it was opened by the young man who was talking to the chief of police in the kitchen.
"Daisy?" the young man spoke, voice sounded surprised while excitement shone in his eyes, "I can't believe I'd see you again!" then he took a step forward, pulled Daniella's arm for a hug but before their body could touch, Ken, blocked their distance with his arm.
"Don't touch her," Ken said rumbly, his face bore an uncharacteristic grim which made him aloof and cold.
Both the young man and Daniella looked at Ken with confusion. Words left her mouth, and she stared into those grey gloomy eyes throwing a murderous look at the man.
"I don't know who you are but this is my girlfriend!" the young man spoke firmly, he stared at the beautiful woman in front. She's the same innocent woman who had eyes that could comfort a fuming mind.
Hearing that, Daniella's eyes switched from Ken to the young man who was still holding her hand, her confusion went deeper.
Daniella stared into his eyes, trying to see his memory of her, soon she realized that he was right, but it's been years since the last time they see each other.
She gulped hard, her brain suddenly found a way for him to be useful.
"Yes, dear," she discreetly waggled her brows to Ken, "I know that things between us didn't end so we-"
"We didn't break up," the young man interrupted.
Daniella paused, she didn't remember him but she was able to see her in his memory when she was still in London and the man was working as a part-timer in the university library, she got her lawyer's license.
"You don't remember him?" Ken whispered.
Daniella gulped hard, she took a step back and whispered, "I dated a lot of guys alright? I don't remember 99% of them."
Ken pursed his lips, "how is this going to help us?"
Daniella lifted a finger in the air and excused herself, "one-moment dear, I need to explain our relationship to my bodyguard," saying that, Daniella walked a few steps dragging Ken with her.
"Don't worry, I checked the memories he had with me so everything's fine."
Ken clenched his fists, itching to pinch her face, "do you still think you're a psychic?"
Daniella blinked her eyes, "I am not a psychic but I can read people's minds."
Ken took a deep breath and turned around, he realized that Daniella definitely needed help
"so," Daniella said as she turned to face the man, she faked a smile, her eyes bathed flirtatiously, "I have issues with my memory but no worry Brylee I am-" she was interrupted once again.
"My name is Marlon, Brylee is my best friend," the young man said.
Daniella froze, she definitely heard the name Brylee in his memory but she was not focusing so much. She blinked repeatedly, "Yes, dear I know your name is Marlon," she gulped anxiously, she could see through the corner of her eyes that Ken was throwing her a deadly look, "I just want to ahm..." she cleared her throat, she could see the suspicion in his eyes, "meet you?" her voice elevated, she could not concentrate anymore.
Head tilting in confusion, Marlon squinted and stared at her, "what happened to your voice? You had a hard accent when we met. And you said were-" he looked up in the sky as he tried to remember their past conversation, "Russian that's why your accent was hard."
Ken pokered his face, he leaned closer to Daniella and whispered, "really? Russian, the real Russians would feel insulted if they find out."
Daniella glared at him, "I had a sore throat that day so my voice was rough," then her expression softened as she turned to look at Marlon and then she flashed a fake smile on her lips.
Marlon was still stunned, but soon he smiled and pulled her inside while Ken followed them.
"Dad, I found her! The girl I told you I met in London."
Glen parked the car in front of the house where Mark was living. One light on the second floor was on and the rest of the house was just darkness as if it's been abandoned. With big steps, Glen and Evan rushed to the gate. When they reached the room, their eyes both swelled, Mark was on the ground with a knife on his shoulder and eyes stabbed just like Aaron while he was lying unconscious on the ground. Evan sat down and tried to check his pulse; relief flooded his heart to realize that he's alive. "I'll call an ambulance," Glen said and walked out. Meanwhile, Evan's heart started to pound, he suddenly worried about Daniella now that Mark was not in her side, he feared that she might be in trouble. He took his phone out and dialed her number but it was still turned off. He breathed out, soon the ambulance came, when the paramedics carried Mark's unconscious body, an envelope fell from his pocket. Evan picked it up, he looked at the back and saw his name imprinted on it. He pursed his lips as a loud sharp breath escaped his lips. He opened the envelope and pulled out the paper inside, an address was written on it, a line appeared in between his brows - the handwriting, it looked so familiar, yet he couldn't remember where did he see it. "Are you alright?" Glen asked after the paramedic left. He nodded and shoved the paper in his pocket. - Daniella's eyes squinted as they tried to sneak into the house, she was standing in the garden hiding in one of the bushes while Ken was sitting on the bench freely as if he's not afraid to be discovered. She looked at him and whistled to get his attention, "can't we just knock and talk to him?" he said in a voice devoid of emotion. Daniella squeezed her eyes shut, the volume of his voice could awake even the person in a coma, "come here!" she waved a hand in the air, asking him to come closer. Ken rolled his eyes, he rose from the wooden bench and strode towards her. He squatted on the floor next to her hiding behind the bush, then he looked at the window where he saw the chief of police in the table with a young man. "Let's just knock, there's no guard anyway, I think it's safe," Daniella later said after realizing that the house was unguarded. Ken got up followed by Daniella but a sudden pain on her head has made her groan, she looked up to check on what did she bump into but as she raised her chin, her nose bumped on Ken's elbow. Absently, her hand went to her nose, "what the hell?" she whispered angrily at him, no wonder she bumped her head on his elbow when Ken had his hands on his hips standing like a statue. Ken looked at his side and hid his smile, "your weird and clumsy," then he walked first towards the door while Daniella tailed him blabbering words he couldn't understand. Knock, knock. Ken knocked on the door, it took some time before it was opened by the young man who was talking to the chief of police in the kitchen. "Daisy?" the young man spoke, voice sounded surprised while excitement shone in his eyes, "I can't believe I'd see you again!" then he took a step forward, pulled Daniella's arm for a hug but before their body could touch, Ken, blocked their distance with his arm. "Don't touch her," Ken said rumbly, his face bore an uncharacteristic grim which made him aloof and cold. Both the young man and Daniella looked at Ken with confusion. Words left her mouth, and she stared into those grey gloomy eyes throwing a murderous look at the man. "I don't know who you are but this is my girlfriend!" the young man spoke firmly, he stared at the beautiful woman in front. She's the same innocent woman who had eyes that could comfort a fuming mind. Hearing that, Daniella's eyes switched from Ken to the young man who was still holding her hand, her confusion went deeper. Daniella stared into his eyes, trying to see his memory of her, soon she realized that he was right, but it's been years since the last time they see each other. She gulped hard, her brain suddenly found a way for him to be useful. "Yes, dear," she discreetly waggled her brows to Ken, "I know that things between us didn't end so we-" "We didn't break up," the young man interrupted. Daniella paused, she didn't remember him but she was able to see her in his memory when she was still in London and the man was working as a part-timer in the university library, she got her lawyer's license. "You don't remember him?" Ken whispered. Daniella gulped hard, she took a step back and whispered, "I dated a lot of guys alright? I don't remember 99% of them." Ken pursed his lips, "how is this going to help us?" Daniella lifted a finger in the air and excused herself, "one-moment dear, I need to explain our relationship to my bodyguard," saying that, Daniella walked a few steps dragging Ken with her. "Don't worry, I checked the memories he had with me so everything's fine." Ken clenched his fists, itching to pinch her face, "do you still think you're a psychic?" Daniella blinked her eyes, "I am not a psychic but I can read people's minds." Ken took a deep breath and turned around, he realized that Daniella definitely needed help "so," Daniella said as she turned to face the man, she faked a smile, her eyes bathed flirtatiously, "I have issues with my memory but no worry Brylee I am-" she was interrupted once again. "My name is Marlon, Brylee is my best friend," the young man said. Daniella froze, she definitely heard the name Brylee in his memory but she was not focusing so much. She blinked repeatedly, "Yes, dear I know your name is Marlon," she gulped anxiously, she could see through the corner of her eyes that Ken was throwing her a deadly look, "I just want to ahm..." she cleared her throat, she could see the suspicion in his eyes, "meet you?" her voice elevated, she could not concentrate anymore. Head tilting in confusion, Marlon squinted and stared at her, "what happened to your voice? You had a hard accent when we met. And you said were-" he looked up in the sky as he tried to remember their past conversation, "Russian that's why your accent was hard." Ken pokered his face, he leaned closer to Daniella and whispered, "really? Russian, the real Russians would feel insulted if they find out." Daniella glared at him, "I had a sore throat that day so my voice was rough," then her expression softened as she turned to look at Marlon and then she flashed a fake smile on her lips. Marlon was still stunned, but soon he smiled and pulled her inside while Ken followed them. "Dad, I found her! The girl I told you I met in London."
