"Are you seriously going to pretend to be unconscious even when you're not?" An irritated voice questions as though running out of patience.
"I know you can hear me." He affirms in annoyance at her lack in response.
"But, isn't she unconscious?" Another voice defends, whereas the lady continues to play unconscious.
"Shut up." The former voice orders in irritation, causing a shiver to run down her spine but she remains neutral in her spot.
"Rude." The latter murmurs out, in offense.
'What is going on?' Navier thinks to herself, mentally quivering, but her body remains motionless.
'I was having such a great time, just how and why did I end up in this situation?!'
****(20 minutes ago)****
The sun dipped low in the sky, casting an orange glow over the Millanaire estate. Navier walked briskly toward the main hall, the quiet ambiance broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves.
The young lady hoped her conditions wouldn't tick him off, although she doubted that possibility, as everything she does seems to tick him off, even the pettiest of things. It might even lead to him further mocking her than he already has. Neither of the two were likable options, but they sure were inevitable.
'Why does he have to make things so difficult?' Navier thought in annoyance.
'He must have felt so lonely living in a place like this. It's as though he's lived his whole life in isolation, is that the reason behind his arrogance?' She pitied him in a way, but not to the point of offering comfort.
Something caught her eyes while she toured round the house for the fifth time that day. It was another modern mansion which was at a far distance, she could barely make it out. It made her wonder if it were another building he owned.
'That wouldn't be surprising.' Aiden had told her to wait for him, but Navier's curiosity got the better of her. She ventured into the garden and found herself in an unfamiliar part of the mansion. Hunger overpowered her, leaving her no choice than to submit to it's will. The young lady descended the flight of stairs, she placed her inhaler on the table, heading straight for the kitchen.
Navier hadn't even started the preparations when suddenly, the door to the living room burst open and foreign voices followed suit afterwards, leaving the lady startled.
"Haa...!" The first male voice she heard sighed in tiredness as he plooped onto the sofa as though he owned the place. "We're finally here. I'm so tired!" He winced.
"Shut up!" Another voice hushed the latter in caution. "You're going to get us caught, like last time, we have to do this quickly."
"Relax, we won't get caught." The former nonchalantly brushed off the warnings. "We will just have to be stealthy like last time."
"And who was responsible for our failure last time?" Another voice attacks in annoyance.
"Hey, I apologized last time didn't I?" His companion defends. "I bet he didn't even notice a thing, either." He chuckled clearly ignorant of his surrounding.
'We have to do 'this' quickly if we don't want to get caught?' Navier shuddered at the spot, behind the cupboard leading to the sink in panic, as their words kept repeating in her mind. It sounded so confusing, yet so threatening all at once.
She didn't need any help understanding the situation, and one thing was clear, they were burglars and the house was under attack!
Her beating heart hoped and prayed the guards would burst through the doors and take actions, but none of those happened and she wondered why, whilst growing alarmed by every second that passed by.
'Why aren't the guards doing anything? Are they dead? Were they ambushed by the thieves? I didn't hear any gun shots either. Are they armed? How many are they?' She could barely make out the rest of their conversation due to her racing heart.
Navier tried comforting herself while tightly clutching at her clothes that her knuckles turned white, but it barely worked. She needed her inhaler, but it was no where to be found. Her face turned pale; eyes felt dizzy, as beads of sweat formed through her pores. Navier felt suffocated as her breath came out uneasy. Even swallowing felt laborious.
"Hey, isn't this an inhaler?" One of them suddenly said, causing the owner to tremble in her hiding spot; away from their gaze.
"Yes, it is." A new voice affirms, further scaring the Lady.
"I wonder whose it is." The latter responds, clearly worried.
"Let's not stick around to find out." Another male voice spoke up. It only got worse when she heard approaching footsteps heading towards the kitchen.
'Lord, help me!' She cried in her mind, watching out for his shadow.
"I'll go make dinner, before he gets back." Overwhelmed by fear and panic, Navier felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins as the quest for survival was what mattered most.
Her sharp gaze fell upon the set of pans which hung at the pan rack, not too far from where she hid. The lady carefully crawled towards them, quickly grabbed hold of the one closest to her reach before crawling back to her hiding place, she dared not alert the enemy.
'Once I knock him out, I'll dash towards the door, and alert the guards outside the porch, before the others will think of fleeing.' Navier calculated, staring at the glass door a few feet away from her, which lead to the porch. It was a miracle that almost every corner of the house had a door.
The lady's thought got interrupted once the figure finally stepped into the room she took refuge from. He faced the sink opposite the cupboard she hid; his back to her. As soon as she heard the sound of rushing waters, probably indicating he was washing his hands, she took that as an opening to cautiously tiptoe up to him.
With trembling hands at which she held the object, Navier rose the pan, swinging it at his head, with all her might. The poor man having the feeling of being watched was about to clearify his theory, but before he could react, Navier swung the pan with precision. A loud thud echoed as he crumpled to the ground.