Chapter 732
Standing Before Love
When the door to the directorâs office was pulled open from the inside, Matthias left the room. Since the Locke Group was fully under his control, there was no need for him to be there.
At this very moment, he could openly announce that he wished to personally bring Locke Group to its downfall, and that bearing no fear against the familyâs head, things were bound to change with each passing second.
As though he had a new life, he organized the suit he was donning. To him, every molecule of air he took in was refreshing. He loved that sensation, and he intuitively lifted the corners of his lips.
If it werenât for coping with Heatherâs covert operation, he would have shared the news with her right away. Sadly, given the circumstances, he couldnât do so.
With how things had escalated, Matthias grew even more assiduous. Since he didnât want to involve her in the Locke Groupâs affair, he didnât even contact her on social media. Although he was desperate for a compliment from her like an ungrown child, he wanted her to hear the news from others.
As he scanned his surroundings, Matthias turned around and stared at the Locke Group building and momentarily forgot where he was about to go. As he left the premises, he couldnât find a place to go home to as he wished to desert all the residences under that family.
Now that he had nothing else, no words that could describe the emptiness he felt. It wasnât as simple as the happiness from turning a new leaf, for there was even a bittersweet sensation coming from a tinge of unwillingness to flee the family!
As the cooling zephyr brushed against his face, he was reminded of how long winter was this year, and innumerable incidents seemed to have cramped up in this one chilly season. Falling under an illusion that he was looking forward to spring, he tightly held on to his shirt as a fondness for winter suddenly surged in him.
Meanwhile, Heather was notified by Zayne regarding Matthiasâ status as she hid in the rented residence. Man, he must have planted bugs all over the Locke Groupâs building!
âHe was escorted out of the directorâs office?â She was piqued by the occurrence of such an event.
âYou donât look worried.â Zayne saw through her, and he could tell that she was indulging in the drama.
âWhat for?â she chucklingly continued, âThereâs never been an issue in Locke Group that he couldnât solve.â Since she knew Matthiasâ true capabilities, she exhibited not even the slightest bit of concern.
Meanwhile, Zayne acknowledged that there was not a single error in her words by shrugging his shoulders, but her attitude might have been a little too lax.
âThis old man that appeared out of thin air is no one to simply mess with,â he told her, attempting to draw the subtlest concern from her face.
âThe person who can force Matthias out of the company is none other than the family head himself,â
she casually replied, having figured out the identity of the old man.
At that, Zayne helplessly looked at her. He had no comeback seeing how persistent her carefree attitude was.
âSince youâve already guessed it, why arenât you worried?â Zayne wanted to witness her perturbation and how she would look when she was disconcerted for someone elseâs sake.
When she saw how meddlesome he was, she pursed her lips and was growing more reluctant to give him what he desired.
âYouâre overthinking it, Zayne. With how the entire company is already in his hands, I honestly canât find anything to worry about,â she stated with a helpless face. âNo one is able to shake him off from his pedestal, not even Lockeâs head.â
Since he couldnât scare her at all, he decided to withdraw his devilish mischief. Be it, then!
âFine. You got it all right. How boring!â Zayne got up from the couch. Initially, he wanted to frighten Heather with the news, but to his disappointment, the result wasnât as he had anticipated. It was treacherous!
Seeing his disconcertment, she laughed excitedly. Sometimes, he would leave her the impression that he wasnât actually a detective. She would often be astounded by his foolishness as she would always have to deal with him and his pranks.
âThe yard looks good, Heather. Do you want to play ball?â He extended an invitation. Since they always locked themselves in that place, Zayne needed something else to distract himself.
At that, Heather merely rolled her eyes at him. At that moment, all she wanted was to satiate her slothfulness by lying on the bed and doing nothing, which included not moving her body.
Since he had been heartlessly rejected, Zayne turned to Jason as the latter lurked in a corner. When their eyes met, the other man immediately turned away.
âLetâs ball, Jason,â Zayne uttered.
âWhatâs a ball?â Jason responded emotionlessly.
Zayne was utterly infuriated by his housemates, and he said in confusion, âItâs our countryâs sport, you heathens!â Why were things so hard for him? All the man wanted was a game of basketball.
The other two that were being rebuked didnât even flinch, and that throbbed him like a direct smack to Zayneâs face. After observing the nearby court and seeing how he was closer to Jason, he had a eureka moment.
âCan you grab the ball for me, Jason?â He gave him a dazzling smile. Since he knew that it was no simple smile, Jason figured there was something else in his mind.
âI literally canât move,â he blurted as he continued to snuggle up on the La-Z-Boy, enjoying the comfort of the couch. There was no way he would want to leave its embrace.
With that, Zayne espoused the fact that people would change as time went by, just like how the diligent Jason he knew turned into a sloth.
âWhat are you going to do now?â Zayne walked to Jason. Having given up on Heather, he decided to focus on convincing the other man instead.
Heather covered her ears, annoyed by the endless immature quarrels of the childish brothers. All this noise. Have they seriously never considered the fact that both of their ages could almost add up to 80?
âLet me enjoy the day in peace, Zayne,â Jason said to the former. As though he was thoroughly exhausted, all he wished for now was a pleasant, calm afternoon.
âLook at yourself, Jason!â Zayne lectured him, for he loved doing so.
âWhy donât you find another spot to lie on? Stop shaking around in front of me.â Perhaps Jason was triggered by his brotherâs actions, so he started to speak more.
Upon hearing that, Zayne sincerely considered looking for a bat to knock him out as it was growing to be a pain in the bum. His overzealousness was the prime example of men and their overflowing vigor.
Thanks to their thundering arguments, Heather started to contemplate whether she should move out, fearing the menâs noise would irritate their neighbors as she wished the houseâs walls were able to block them off.
Right at this moment when she instinctively winced, her movements were caught by Zayneâs prying eyes. As he stared at her from afar, he suddenly revealed a devilish grin.
âWhatâs up, Heather?â When he directed his attention to her, she was immediately taken aback.
âThe two of you are noisy as hell. Iâm moving out,â she said, feeling embarrassed by how she had been caught off guard by Zayne.
With that, Zayne walked up upon her with a mischievous chuckle. Since she was trapped in her spot, she didnât know whether she should challenge him or retreat to the couch.
âThatâs not fair, Heather,â he uttered painfully as if she had done something cosmically devastating.
She awkwardly responded with a forced smirk, âCanât you just keep it down?â The moment she realized that she shouldnât be manipulated by Zayneâs flow, she decided to take the initiative.
âCome on, Heather. We could make use of such a spacious space! Are yâall just going to crawl up in the corners while doing nothing?â He interrogated her. She used to be the hyperactive one, but for some reason, things had mysteriously turned around.
Heather shook her head and answered, âOur main priority is to keep ourselves hidden, so itâs best that we donât draw any attention.â She wished that heâd stop bothering her, so she could only resort to logic.
âHow is a game of basketball attention-drawing?â Zayne childishly retorted. Whatâs wrong with just a game?
âIt certainly is! If we were to play in the yard, everyone would definitely see us, so itâs too risky. If you donât trust me, you can ask Jason.â She dragged the latter into the battlefield without allowing any bystanders.
Upon hearing her, he quickly added, âIndeed, indeed! Basketball will draw too much attention.â All he wanted was his alone time with his La-Z-Boy, and anyone who wished to get him up could dream on!
Realizing that she had the upper hand, she crossed her arms and revealed a glaring beam as she continued, âLook at that, will you? None of us think we should be playing basketball, so I suggest you not dwell on it.â
After finishing her words, she boastfully turned around and headed toward the staircase, intending to return to her room upstairs and leaving the brothers alone in the living room.
Nonetheless, the persistent Zayne yelled at her back, âIf you donât want to play in the yard, we can play in the room. You know what? The living room sounds good!â
Upon that, she hurried her steps and vanished in an instant, having not the tenacity to stay any longer.
As he stared at her retreating back in disappointment, he was thrown off by her exceptional escaping skills.
On the other hand, Jason shifted his La-Z-Boy away, hoping that Zayne wouldnât be able to see him. As Zayne was the only one that was dissatisfied, he would nag Jason into Valhalla. The sight of the brotherly fight was much more adorable than Heather herself.
âPlay with me, Jason,â Zayne begged him as he shot Jason a smile so loving that it was unnerving.
Jason sensed danger approaching; he was certain that if he were to reject his invitation, he would surely perish in his hand. As though he was being charged at with a spear, he could feel the penetration from his brotherâs gaze and quickly decided whether to flee or to give in to his brother.
As he was still hesitating, Zayne marched boldly toward him. Jason looked at the other man while he approached hastily, and he couldnât refute after seeing his desperate face.
âFine, okay,â he unwillingly blurted, though his body was still attached to his favorite La-Z-Boy.
Zayne ordered after revealing a cold grin, âFor starters, get up from the La-Z-Boy.â
Although Jason was reluctant, he was intimidated by his brotherâs terrifying stare and discontentedly claimed, âWhatever. Itâs just a game of basketball.â
Having said that, he immediately sprung up from the La-Z-Boy while keeping a resistant expression.
Meanwhile, Heather, who was upstairs and had witnessed the whole thing, heaved a sigh of relief as she was finally out of Zayneâs grasp.
I wonder how Matthias is doing now, Heather thought as she peered at her phone, receiving no news from the man.