The car was moving at a moderate speed as it crossed an uphill road. When Zeryon arrived in front of his house, his feet hit the brakes. A gothic revival building stood majestically and it was surrounded by massive Monterey cypress trees.
After the engine was turned off, Zeryon got out of the car, and he stopped walking.
"That guy again," Zeryon muttered, his left ear twitching when he heard something crackling.
"Who?" Heva frowned as she stepped out of the car. "No one is here," she added.
Zeryon knelt to pick up a pebble. He tossed the gravel around three times, then hurl it to the left. There was a loud thud, like a sack of wheat falling to the ground.
"Ouch!" a short man with disheveled hair exclaimed.
Heva's eyes widened when she saw a man fall from the top of the Monterey cypress tree. "What are you doing in front of Zeryon's house? Have you changed profession to be a stalker?" she asked bluntly.
"Er...I was searching for my shoes. They were eaten and taken away by a dog." Picking up his camera, the man stammered.
Zeryon stepped aside and said, "That dog must be a natural tree climber. You might be able to make it big news and you'll get promoted quickly."
The man raised his head, as if in deep thought. "Yeah...but it's a shame the dog has run away."
"You better follow the dog before I call the police." Zeryon threatened him.
The man looked panicked, and he ran away from them without saying goodbye.
"Why did you just let him go?" Heva protested by raising her voice and placing her hands on her hips.
"He's harmless."
"That paparazzi guy has been suspicious of you since the beginning. And he has published negative articles about you." She reminded him.
"Yeah, but I don't really worry about it. In fact, he indirectly gave me promotions. More and more people are searching for me and watching my YouTube videos."
"Well that's true. However, better be careful. My feelings are not good about him. You have to believe in a woman's feelings, you know." Heva's tone slowly dropped.
"What were you saying? Woman's what?"
"Instinc, I mean."
"Ahh... I see."
"Don't you dare to ignore it." Heva's eyes narrowed, giving a threatening look.
Zeryon did not respond and immediately entered the house. He was unconcerned about the paparazzi following him. That guy has been waiting in front of the house for a few months now.
Zeryon was not sure what his motivation was, but he appeared to be interested in his personal life. Perhaps the paparazzi knew something about him. However, the article he wrote sounded far-fetched, and many people did not believe it. People even mocked him for writing garbage. Poor guy. Zeryon shook his head and laughed amused.
"Zeryon, wait a minute! You did it again?" Heva's voice made him stop again.
"What did I do?"
Heva patted her forehead and asked, "Where are your shoes?"
"Oh, I took it off when I got in the car," Zeryon said flatly.
"Look, I know you're uncomfortable wearing shoes because of your long legs." Heva shook her head. "But, at the very least, remove them when you enter the house. So I'm not going to bother cleaning the floors or carpets later. After all, you're a public figure. No matter how small you do, people will talk about you," she explained gently.
"I don't really care, Heva."
Zeryon entered the house, which was predominantly white and golden in color. Classic furniture was present, as were porcelain floors covered in thick carpets and crystal chandeliers adorning the ceilings, displaying luxury.
With a face pace he climbed the stairs to the master bedroom, his hands busy unbuttoning his shirt. He passed the single sofa and the luxury king-size bed, then he went into the bathroom to clean himself.
He dressed casually after he finished showering, and sat down in front of the laptop on the desk that was facing the window. The smell of masculine soap wafted in the breeze. He prepared the concept of the next art performance, and he has a number of digital artwork orders to complete.
He launched the drawing app and began to paint with different colors. As he drew the mouse, his hand was like a magical brush, and he finished drawing in no time. He looked at the face that was printed on the screen. It looked so perfect, but it wasn't a picture he had to make. For some reason, his mind was only filled with the young woman she just met that he painted her face unconsciously.
Zeryon decided to take the phone and dial Vargas' number. However, there was no answer, so he put his phone back on the table. His fingers tapped the table several times in succession, as his eyes looked far out the window. In the midst of the silence, his mind was very noisy because he felt uneasy. He didn't understand what kind of power that Gina Blitz had to make him like this, as if she had captivated his minds.
"Please excuse me, sir. May I come in?" The knocking on the door woke Zeryon out of his reverie.
"Come in! I was calling you. Didn't you check your phone?" Zeryon asked.
"Sir, please accept my apologies. I was putting the car in park." Vargas entered the room while catching his breath. He appeared to have just dashed up the stairs.
"How's Gina?" Zeryon asked curiously, he leaned forward.
"She's fine. I followed her all the way to her house." Vargas stood in front of him.
"Good. Have you looked up information about her?"
"Yes. I've asked a private investigator to look into it. He has sent me an email." Vargas took his phone from his trouser pocket, then checked it. He didn't forward it to Zeryon because he preferred that he report everything directly to him. He was the boss.
"What did you get?" Zeryon asked, he was getting curious.