Closing the door softly behind him, Eric steps out of the room, holding up his phone to his face to know who the interrupter is.
He frowns.
He picks the call. "You better have good news or else I'll have a body part from your body for disturbing me early this morning."
"Sorry sir. I just needed your permission on something." The voice from the other side responds through the phone.
"What the hell is it? I just got married in case you forgot." Eric states, a tone of annoyance creeping into his voice.
"I didn't forget, its about that man. Should we release him?"
Eric facepalms mentally. "You dunderheads. I told you to release him yesterday night didn't I?"
"Sorry sir. We had a few drinks and completely passed out. We will release him now."
"Better. I hope you did not touch a single strand of his hair?" He inquires, frowning.
"No, we did not."
"Then let him go. Make sure he sees none of your faces and if he does, well, that is your luck but under no circumstance will my name come out of your mouths, or I'll end you myself. Do you understand me?"
"Crystal clear sir. I'll hang up now."
Eric dips the phone back into his pocket and opens the door to the room, but Mina is already off the bed and inside the bathroom, her white gown folded haphazardly on the bed.
He chuckles and walks over to the bathroom door, debating whether to be mischievous or cut her some slack. He leans against the warm, steamed up door and licks his lips. "Come out fast, we'll have breakfast and go pick up your things from your former home."
The water shuts off inside. He can imagine her curling up to one side or reaching for a towel just to cover herself, in a case where he decides to interrupt her bathing. "Don't worry, I'm not coming in. My time will come, again." A fleeting image of her thrashing in the bathtub that morning passes his mind.
He turns around and leaves, after putting some clothes for her on the bed.
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In another part of town, a man with disheveled black hair staggers out of a warehouse, his hands in his pocket as he looks around him, scrunching up his eyes from the glint of the sun.
"What day is it?" He asks himself, fishing around in his pocket for his phone. When he brings it out, he checks the day and time, then the phone dies, apparently from a low battery percentage. "Tose bastards made me miss my own wedding. Now I have to find my bride and apologize to her." He mutters to himself before locating his car at the end of the street.
He plugs the phone into the car to charge and it turns on immediately. While waiting, Ethan turns the rear view mirror to himself to see what he looks like.
He had been tied up on the floor of that warehouse for two days.
Two fucking days.
Tied up by people he did not even know, and neither did he know their motives.
His dead brown eyes glance around his features while he uses his hands to straighten his stubbornly matted hair.
"Campbell… Mina Campbell." He mutters repeatedly in a sing song voice, chuckling to himself as he remembers what the cute woman had looked like, smiling.
He picks up his phone to see a ton of unread messages, SMS and SNS and so many calls, from known and unknown numbers.
But first, it's a news article that catches his attention.
"Heir to the Walters Inheritance, Eric Walters ties the knot with Campbell Family's Second Daughter, Mina Campbell… Here are some exciting photos from the event."
Ethan grits his teeth, his mouth moving but no words come out. He runs his hands through the hair he had arranged himself before starting the car and driving away with questionable speed.