Chapter 115

115 CREEPY CONVOS ARIEL’S POV Hannah had to cease our talk the moment she began her conversation on the phone. She was really happy, and the smile on her face showed how that person she was talking with meant a lot to her. It was obviously her boyfriend. What was his name again? Felix, right. Well, that was what she told me.

I glanced around, observing everyone, and I couldn’t see Luke in the mansion. My eyes couldn’t catch sight of him, and I had to wonder if he had left the party so soon. He was indeed a busy man, and maybe he had only come here not to break his promise. If he left so early, then the detestation for Andre was quite clear.

Just as I was looking around, someone approached me, which was quite surprising. Okay, really surprising. Lisa was the one who had walked up to me. I couldn’t help but wonder why. This was something that no one would expect, but I could just brace myself for what was about to happen. If she was about to spit shit or something.

Indeed, everyone in their family was looking fantastic. Lisa, right here, killed it. She had to be the one with the most stunning dress at the party. Of course, since she was a fashion designer. But even so, Elizabeth and Hannah really had to flaunt their imposing sense of fashion. Especially Hannah, because her looks were almost the opposite of how she dressed on a daily basis.

“Can I help you?” I asked Lisa, as she was just staring at me.

“What kind of question is that?” She quizzed me in return. Her tone, not friendly. It wasn’t something new to me anyway.

I raised an eyebrow at her, widening my eyes to a certain degree. “I’m sorry. Say what now?”

“I should be the one asking you that. I walked up to you, and you’re busy throwing that question at me, like I’m a complete stranger.”

Oh wow, this was surprising.

I laughed, taking my eyes upward. “I see. I’m sorry. But I think you know the reason for that question. I mean, come on, let’s not start pretending to ourselves around here.” I ended that talk with a shrug.

Lisa shook her head. “You love saying the most annoying shit, don’t you?”

I couldn’t help but sigh. “Have you come to me to start an argument, or what?”

“Start an argument?” She chuckled, crossing her arms. “Do you think I’ll waste my time doing that with you?”

“Well, that looks like what you’re doing now,” I retorted, averting my gaze. “You know, when you approached me, I had a feeling you just came to display that rude attitude. And I can see you’re heading in that direction.”

Lisa laughed. “Oh, please, don’t make me laugh. I haven’t come to you to be rude.

“But you totally understand what I’m saying,” I said immediately.”

“No, I don’t.” She raised both of her brows. And as I widened my eyes, staring at her, she laughed.

“Okay, maybe I do. But honestly, I haven’t come to be rude.”

“Okay, what do you want, then?”

“Well, I need your help with something.” She took her eyes down. No wonder she was now trying to be nice.

“And what’s that?” I heaved my eyebrows.

“There’s this friend of mine who’s looking for a job. And I don’t know if you can actually make her a worker in your company.”

“My company? Why don’t you tell your brother about this?”

“I did. But he refused without thinking twice. He knows this lady, and he believes she’s not capable of doing the job.”

“If he thinks like that, then it’s clear she’s not suitable for the job.”

She exhaled deeply. “Yeah, I know. I just feel so sorry for her, ever since she lost all of her wealth.”

“I see.” I nodded slowly. “Care to tell me what happened?”

“She was defrauded.”

“Ohh,” I brought out in a low tone. “That’s terrible.”

“Yeah. She’s so depressed right now, and I just want to make her feel better.”

“By giving her a spot in The Vitality Group?”

“Exactly,” Lisa uttered right away. “That’s what she wanted.”

“Lisa, can I talk to you?” A lady approached Lisa, holding her shoulders, smiling “It’s really important.”

Lisa glanced back at me. “We’ll talk later.”

I nodded, and she walked away with the lady. And boy, what the hell was that? I just couldn’t understand the conversation we had just had. It was somehow awkward.

I sighted Mason from afar, moving in my direction. He had his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on me. I turned my face away multiple times, but a glance at him showed how he refused to take his eyes off me. It was really creepy, and I knew he was going to start talking nonsense. But this was a joyful occasion, and I needed to smile every moment.

“How are you doing, my lady?” Mason smirked at me. He was now close. I wanted to glare at him, but some part of my head told me to hold the anger and not display it. Expression, words, or whatever. But if this man spit hard shit, I knew I wasn’t going to follow through with such thoughts. I might even give him a tremendous punch in his balls.

“I’m doing fine, thank you.” I gave him a fake smile.

“That’s nice.” His smirk was still firm on his face. He grabbed a glass of wine from a tray that was being carried by a server. “Want some wine?” Mason handed me the glass of wine.

“Sure, thank you.” I played along, slowly taking it from his hand.

“I see you’re enjoying the party,” Mason vocalized, looking around.

“Yeah, that is correct,” I told him, taking a sip of the wine. “What about you?”

“Well,” he said, and breathed out deeply. “It’s normal. Now I don’t have much time to waste.”

“Of course I know. So you can go ahead and spit the crap you have to say.” A sardonic smile was right on my countenance as I slowly drank from the glass of wine.

Mason laughed, shaking his head. “You can be an asshole sometimes.”

“Speak for yourself,” I retorted.

“Okay. So, how’s our plan going? You know, I don’t want stories or excuses.”

“Stories or excuses?” We heard Andre’s voice, and we both turned around. He was standing close to us. “What plan are you talking about?”

LUKE’S POV I was still standing outside, watching different people as they passed by. Some people made their way out of the mansion, while others walked out, and I was just here, observing them all. Like, how was I even supposed to know the person who was after my life, or whatever?

I didn’t even know if I should believe Lucifer. He had to ruin my mood, showing up here to leave me in an uneasy state. But if I was destined to die, then so be it.

*I spotted two little children not too far from me. A boy and a girl. Their beauty had captivated me, and I couldn’t stop staring at them. For some reason, I 115 CREEPY CONVOS wanted to get close to the both of them, laugh, have fun, and talk about different things. Just like how I did with Abigail. I really loved little kids.

Still staring at the two children, as they moved in my direction with a young man beside them, my phone started ringing. Unknown ID, but I had to answer the call. Even though I was tired of that bullshit popping up on my screen consistently, “Hello, Pushki. How have you been doing?”

“Mom?” I brought out immediately, making a puzzled face. My mom was the only one who called me that. And it sounded just like her voice. But what the heck?