Braak.
Edward closed the door tightly before Jack could finish his words.
"Shit, that kid no have manners, just watch out if you dare take back the company I hold. I'll keep it even if it belongs to your parents, Edward!" mumbled Jack emotionally.
"Then what should we do next, Jack? We can't stand still, we have to think of another plan to get rid of the kid. Otherwise, he's slowly taking all of his parents' companies from us. And I don't want to fall for it. Poor, Jack?" said Hillary. He was worried about this situation.
"Why do you guys just rely on me, huh? Don't you guys have any ideas at all to get rid of him?" For a moment Jack was a little emotional. He walked into Edward's vast yard to his car. His brothers and Josh's brother followed suit.
"But Jack didn't this all start with your idea? And you planned this murder?" Pierce's squeak made Jack rush to cover Josh's younger brother's mouth.
"Could you lower that voice, huh? You want us to be caught and put in jail?" said Jack scared. He looked around where they were now. "One more thing I emphasize to you, I was the one who planned all this, but, don't you enjoy all the results of my plan?" Whispered Jack glaring at Pierce, Hillary, Randy, and Nora. "So be careful what you say. If this leaks out to Edward, you will suffer the consequences!" Jack concluded, threatening his two younger brothers and Josh's two younger brothers as well.
They nodded in understanding. Afraid of what Jack said.
"Good! You'd better keep your mouth shut if you still want to enjoy Daniella and Josh's treasures. We'll talk about this later. Now you guys go home and help me think about my next plan," said Jack, removing his hand from Pierce's mouth. And Hillary, Nora, Randy, and then Pierce went home in their respective cars.
Jack hadn't moved from his spot. He looked at the large 4-story house. "We'll see, Edward, who will die first and take possession of your parents' vast fortune, you or us!" He whispered with a smirk. Then he walked step by step with his face looked up with his acknowledgment.
****
Then inside.
Edward sat on the living room sofa. He rubbed his forehead which felt very dizzy. The sudden death of his parents made him dizzy and quite lost even though he was not too close.
"Master, please drink the tea first!" Frans put down a cup of tea without being asked. All this time, he saw his young master massaging his forehead. Frans couldn't bear to see Edward feeling frustrated.
Edward took the cup of tea, a light smoke was still visible from inside the cup. He tried to drink it, hoping to calm his troubled heart and mind. However, he could not find peace when sentence after sentence came out of his parents' lips, plus the arrival of his uncle, and his lips made his mood even sourer.
"This incident stresses me out," he thought. The young man put down his teacup and then got up from the sofa.
"What's wrong, Sir?"
Edward did not answer, he was lazy to answer and Frans would make him more stressed if he asked his servant's opinion. The young man left Frans, who was still curious, in his room.
"What's wrong with him? Does my tea taste bad?" thought France. He shook his head, then picked up the teacup on the table. He took a sip of this tea, feeling it carefully and instinctively on his tongue. "There's nothing wrong with the taste of this tea, but why doesn't Mr. Edward finish it?" he thought again. He had been in the living room for a long time. Then shrugged and left the room taking the cup into the kitchen.
In Edward's room.
The young man was cool to stand in front of his clothes. He was busy sorting out the clothes he wanted to wear from his closet. As clothes and pants were scattered on the floor. I don't know what clothes to wear now.
Then, Edward's last choice fell on a black shirt without sleeves and a collar. He quickly put it on with a matching pair of jeans.
He left the room, "Uncle Frans ... where are the car keys?" Edward shouted as he straightened the sleeves of his jacket. The housekeeper came rushing from the kitchen.
"Yes, sir. You called me?" Her eyes scanned Edward's appearance from top to bottom. "Where are you going, sir? It's already late, besides this is the day your parents died, sir?"
"Noisy! You better find my car keys and give them to me right now!"
"B-but sir--"
"Don't argue, Uncle! I don't like arguments!" Edward snapped a little annoyed. "Quickly find my car keys and tell security to open the gate!" he continued to give orders.
"Yes sir." Frans rushed to carry out his young master's orders. He couldn't argue or block his intentions as Daniella and Josh requested.
Yes, a request that Edward's parents had conveyed to him a week before they both tragically died.
"Frans, if one day we are no longer in this world. So we ask you to look after our son, Edward. Guide him, change him, and don't let our brothers and sisters take our companies."
And Frans couldn't forget the words Edward's parents had spoken to him.
"Here sir, the car keys." Frans took Edward's hand and placed the key in his palm. "Be careful!" he cried resignedly. There wasn't much he could do except wish him well.
Then the housekeeper returned to the kitchen, cleaning the kitchen with a disappointed face. Because he could not take care of the children of his two employers.
Edward was silent in the living room. But he didn't care about Frans's slightly annoying attitude towards him. Edward went out of the house, into the parking lot, and got into his car.
The car's wheels began to spin slowly after the key was turned. The engine moved and the car was near the fence of his house.
The car continued to speed up the road began to saunter. The black sky was adorned with stars scattered throughout the vast sky. He started shifting gears, he increased the speed of his car until his car was quickly parked in one of the very luxurious nightclubs. The place he always goes to when he's tired and stressed haunts him.
Edward went inside, climbed the stairs, and opened the bar door which was closed and guarded by two large security guards with tattoos on their arms. Instantly the sound of music sounded loud with the hustle and bustle of men and women becoming one in the fairly cramped room. Dancing under the dim light of the colorful lamps, the twinkling lights illuminate the dark room.
"Welcome back my world!" cried Edward with a very pleasing smile. In fact, for a moment those lips had just fallen silent full of sadness due to being abandoned by their parents forever.
He walked to the middle of the dance floor, the pleasure was delayed after he had to be forced by Frans to come home. To her, this was what Edward wanted.
The rich young man began to sway his body to the rhythm of the noisy music. "Wu ... let's spend some time tonight!" she screamed swaying.
Not long, while he was swaying, a woman approached him. "We meet again, Edward!" The woman immediately clung to her body and stroked Edward's chest.
"Hey... sweetie. Did you miss me?" Edward asked touching the cheek of the woman who had slept with Edward before the death of his parents.
"Yes, of course. You're the best dear," he said in Edward's ear. He deliberately lowered his voice so that Edward would fall back into his trap. "Do you want to get out of here, honey? I want to have one more time with you," he continued, still whispering in Edward's ear.
The young man just smiled. Then the woman took Edward's hand out of a group of men and women who were drunk and rocking.
Then,
thump.
Thud.
****
To Be Continued.