Robert Atkins leaned back onto his chair. 'I need to warn those people around her. I need to be careful and discreet, otherwise if they get to know, the consequences would be dire.'
Oliver went silent for a while and then opened the door to leave. He needed to make preparations on his own before his brother does anything to ensure everyone's security.
So, Oliver left the mansion in a hurry and ot of the corner of his eye, noticed a shadow lurking behind the pillar. He made a call to his brorher and said with a dramatic tone, "Brother, I'm going to the base." Once he was out of sight, the person hiding behind the pillar heaved a sigh of relief.
But could anything escape his sight? No. He saw the person. The intention of the conversation with his brother was to warn his brother of this person. His brother loved tough tasks but that doesn't mean that he can take the risks of putting everyone's life in danger. But thinking of the fact that his intelligent brother is tolerating that person means that person still has some value. That also means his brother knows about that person. He couldn't tolerate that overly hypocritical person. 'Anyway, let bro handle this matter.', he thought.
Robert opened his eyes and a clever glint passed through it. Then he got up, went outside and closed the door behind him. He went upstairs to his bedroom. Once he was out of sight, the person went forward to open the door stealthily. The person had lanky legs and wore black leggings paired with black full-sleeved turtleneck top. A veil was covering the fair face. Only the eyes were visible, which carried a confident look.
That person searched the entire room frantically for God knows what. After a long a feminine voice could be heard, "It's not here." She stealthily went away, in the same way she came.
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The night was dark and the moon was hanging low in the sky. The moonlight seeped through the windows in the room and fell on the handsome man lying on the bed. He had dark wavy hair and fair skin which looked even more white in the moonloght. He had perfect symmetrical eyebrows. He had petal like eyelids. The eyelashes were so beautiful that one can compare it to a woman. The striking features of the man looked even more beautiful in the moonlight. He looked like an immortal. But this man wasn't moving. Various instruments were hooked to hin. A lady was sitting beside his bed holding his hands with her own. She was sobbing lightly and uttered incoherently, "Why are you not waking up? I've been waiting so long for you. I'm working hard for you. Wake up please. I can't take it anymore.
I can't take this anymore. You were the light of my life. Why don't you want to wake up?" She sobbed harder, but still there wasn't any response from the young man.
The young man moved a finger but still did not wake up. The woman continued crying for a long time and fell asleep in that position.