His Cure

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Gregory’s face held a subtle glare as he moved down the post Amelia made on his tablet.

‘I believe there was a bit of misunderstanding about the Beatrice’s saga. We all have male friends that we all hang out with sometimes. That doesn’t necessarily means we are cheating on our boyfriends. It is so disappointing about how reporters, just in the name of fame, carries ungrounded news around. Being called out twice in a row isn’t benefiting, so, Beatrice, I’m rooting for you as you fight for your happiness.’

Gregory scoffs and rubbed his lips with his thumb.

What is his stupid sister up to now?

Her post seems fishy.

He massaged the temple of his neck before letting out a good sigh.

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Henry’s brows creased up in a frown as he read the news.

He chortled, unexpectedly.

He was rather amused than angry.

“Why did you think she cleared the air for Gregory?”he asks Oscar who was standing next to him as he hands over the tablet to him.

Oscar collected it and pursed his lips together.

“Maybe.. she is trying to.. maybe become friendly with Gregory?”Oscar blinked.

Henry exhaled and shook his head.

“I think it is time to get you replaced. Your brain hasn’t been functioning well these days.”Henry scratched his chin in contempt.

“I’m sorry, chairman. I would try to be more observant from now on.”

Henry rolled his eyes and chuckled again.

“Although, your brain did lost bit of its vitality but you are still useful.”Henry smiled.

“With the feud going on between them, you still think she would want to drop everything and back him?.”Henry scoffs.

“I apologize for my dumb words, sir.”

“She is simply trying to change her tactics.”Henry sighed, a sinister smile finding its way to his lips.

“And, I’m afraid that would be bad.”

“So.. what do we do now?”Oscar asked quitely.

“Actually,”Henry stroked his cheek.

He picked up a candy from his drawer and unwrapped it then drop it in his mouth.

He purrs out and shut his eyes.

“I am not necessarily giving my properties to Gregory.”he completed.

Oscar’s eyes bulged out. His eyes rotates out and back and forth at Henry.

“Then.. what are.. what.. why have you been doing..?”he couldn’t find the right word to use.

“Well, in this life, the strongest would gets the head of the bull. The one who wins between them will get my properties.”

“Sir. Gregory already shown his non fascination in this. Why not give this to Amelia di..”

“Stupid.”Henry frowned and opened his eyes.

“I can’t just hand over my properties to the soft at heart son or daughter. They have to show me their strengths. This company isn’t a joke.”

“wh. what if they hurt each other because of this?”

Oscar was quite confused about his words.

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“Then… so be it. If one kills another, that means the another that was killed isn’t qualified enough. And, what’s the use of having an incompetent child?. It’s better for that child to disappear. I don’t have anything to lose.”he said impassively.

Oscar was horrified by his words.

Isn’t he too much of a brutal father?.

He thought that he dotes on his son way more than he does on his daughter and that’s why he is willing to make his son make a move by every means in other to have him take over his wealth.

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Jennifer took a huge bite out of the fluffy cake and chuckled as she munched on it.

Gregory is hell – bent on marrying that girl..

She accidentally ate her tongue instead of the cake.

Her eyes holds many pains but she kept it in and just released a low wince, feeling the taste of blood in her mouth.

That’s the difference between her now from the previous her.

The previous her would have cried and vent her anger on the cake or tongue but she just simply received the pain it gave her.

She has been acting like a princess that got her expensive shoes stolen but instead of fighting for that physically, she is doing so orally, even when she could make an order to have the thief killed without having to move.

She smirks.

The ringtone of her phone filled the air and she glanced at the caller.

She picked the call up.

“Woah, you helped that woman that is trying to steal your brother away from me even though you know about our previous engagement plans and now you’re calling me?. Isn’t that funny, Amelia?”she touched the bridge of her nose.

“Jenna, you feel violated, don’t you?”

Jennifer’s upper lips rose up and she sighed before squirming her lips.

“I do, why?”she raked her hand in her hair.

“Why not join me in this ride then?”Amelia asked from the other end with a smirk while pouring herself a drink.

“Uh – oh, I’m not so sure about that. What kind of ride is that?. Is it in a Mercedes car?, Benz?, sports car?, SUV?”

“On destroying Beatrice or you don’t want to?”

Jennifer peered her gaze at her closet and her armpits became itchy.

“I.. do. But, why do you want to do that?”she questioned.

Why does Amelia hate Beatrice too?

“Ah, nothing much. You will know later on. You in or not?”

Jennifer stared down at her skinny body and smiles.

“I guess I should start eating a lot now then. Now, that Gregory and I would be getting together soon, I should attain my fats back.”

“I’m taking that as a you’re in.”Amelia cocks up a smile and took a sip out of her drink.

“You’re clever, Amelia.”

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Getting tired of the way her stomach rumbles, and from the way her brain had deserted work, Beatrice finally stood up and went down for breakfast which isn’t necessarily one as it’s been long since the sun breaks and the only thing she could said she is having now is brunch.

She saw few maids around but the kitchen was left empty.

She went through all the food in the kitchen before finally deciding to settle for bacon and fried eggsnand, well that wasn’t part of the ready – cooked food.

She was dishing the food out after she was done cooking when she felt something cold on her neck.

She paused and slowly the spoon in her hand slides down to the floor.

The object that was in contact with her neck was a projecting one.

Her breathing hitched and cold shivers cascades down her body.

“Stay still.”the voice said, gruffly.

Her heart sank in her chest.

A gun?