Dakota Anderson, the second wife of Robert Anderson's father, Liam Anderson, entered the room, she exuded an air of elegance and poise. Her ageless beauty was evident as she wore a knee-length black skirt and a crisp white shirt, accentuating her slender figure. Dakota's red hair, neatly tied in a bun, framed her features gracefully, while her striking green eyes sparkled with intelligence and warmth.
A touch of nude-colored lipstick adorned her lips, adding to her sophisticated charm. With every step, she carried herself with the confidence of a queen, embodying the regal demeanor befitting her position in the Anderson family. Dakota's presence commanded attention, a testament to her influence and authority alongside Liam.
As she entered the room, her gaze met Robert's with a mixture of familiarity and respect, hinting at the complexities of their relationship. Dakota was not just a wife but also a formidable force in the Anderson dynasty, wielding her power with grace and determination.
"I've told you countless times, My son, not to dwell on her. And why do you insist on punishing that poor guy?" Mrs. Anderson's eyes blazed with fury as she strode towards her son( Robert), who sat stiffly in his chair.
"This time he's not 'poor,' Mrs. Anderson. And how many times do I have to tell you? Don't call me 'son.' I am only Robert; I'm not a bloody Anderson," he retorted, meeting her gaze squarely to convey his disgust at being referred to as her son.
"Fine, President Robert, owner of Brown Corporation. I'm here to plead with you to spare my unfortunate son, who happens to be your brother. Please, for the sake of your father, leave him be. I'll do my best to keep him away from this city and our family," Mrs. Anderson implored, tears streaming down her face, revealing the depth of her anguish.
"Very well, I'll leave him alone, but only for the sake of the family. Now, please leave, Mrs. Ander—" Robert's words were interrupted by his assistant bursting into the office, her expression fraught with urgency.
Without waiting for permission, she hurried into the room, her gaze momentarily flitting to Mrs. Anderson before addressing Robert. "Sir, please come with me," she said, pausing briefly to acknowledge Mrs. Anderson with a small smile and bow before turning her attention back to her boss.
A cold voice cut through the air as she awaited her boss's response. "Maria, this is my office, not your house. Can't you behave yourself? How could you forget? I feel like you're becoming more dim-witted with each passing day," he said, his expression devoid of emotion, but his narrowed eyes conveyed his frustration.
She understood what her boss was implying, and although he couldn't articulate it, she felt his silent accusation. Nevertheless, she couldn't ignore the reason for her presence there.
"Sorry, sir. Next time, I'll ensure that nothing like this happens again," she apologized, her tone apologetic but resolute, confident that her actions were justified.
Despite her boss's anger and his piercing stare, she stood her ground, bowing her head slightly as she waited for Mrs. Anderson to leave.
"I think I'll take my leave now," Mrs. Anderson declared as she exited his office, heading towards the elevator.
She(Mrs. Anderson) discreetly made a call, speaking in a low voice so only the person on the other end could hear. "I'm on my way, and I've sorted everything out," she whispered before ending the call and heading towards the lift.
At the same time, after Mrs. Anderson left, Robert muttered, "Shoot."
"Sir, we're so close to her. Finally, I received an update from our sources that she's in London and safe," she conveyed rapidly, without pause.
Controlling her racing heartbeat, she paused, hearing a voice say, "Take it." Her boss handed her a glass of water, instructing her to drink. After a sip, she continued, "And, sir, this time we've located that bastard, Alex. He's around her—" Before she could say more, Robert signaled for her to stop.
"Good. Pack your bags; we're going to London. I can't wait to see her. And keep an eye on that bastard," Robert commanded, rising from his chair as the workday came to an end.
As he stepped out of his office, heading towards the lift, he had to ensure everything was planned for the next day, as his long-held wish was about to be fulfilled. A smile played across his lips as he pondered, his mind consumed with thoughts. "See you soon, Helix," he whispered to himself.
Outside the imposing building, a black Maybach awaited him, pulling up as he exited. The guards bowed as he approached, and the driver stood by the car, ready to serve his master. As he neared the vehicle, the driver opened the door for him. Taking his place in the back passenger seat, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and reflected on something from the past, a wide smile spreading across his face.
In London, on the same day...
A black car pulled up to an apartment building named Highlight, belonging to Helix and Hezal.
"Finally, we've reached my place. You can take your leave now," Hezal began to say, but before she could finish, he gently placed his index finger on her lips and leaned in to kiss her. As they kissed passionately, they lost themselves in the moment, forgetting they were still in the car parked outside.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of breaking glass, spurring them to look out the window to see what had happened.
There, they saw Helix standing in front of their car, with pieces of a coffee mug scattered near her feet and coffee splashed on her clothes and face. Upon witnessing them kissing, she dropped the mug, its crash jolting everyone back to reality.
Before this scenario, Helix was on her way to meet her friend, hastily carrying her coffee mug with her as she sipped her drink. When she reached the parking lot where her car was parked, she heard loud moaning sounds coming from the right side of her car. Despite recognizing the car and the person inside, she chose to ignore it.