Chapter 37 - Chapter 36

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(ZHIO)

"Do we have a flight tomorrow?"  

I exhaustedly asked Deo.  

I'm not really feeling well.

He nodded as he turned the pages at his clipboard,

"First flight to Singapore then to Los Angeles for an international client meet up."

"How long?

"Approximately three days."

"I see," I sunk at my seat in contemplation.

It has been a few weeks since father died and I'd been too busy with the company. Then I'd be gone for three more days. I have not seen her that long already and her image kept bugging my mind.  

A knock rapped at the door. It was one of my men.

"Sir," he panted.

"The police was looking for you."

Why is the police here anyway?

"Look for Wenziel and tell the police I'll go downstairs once my lawyer has arrived," I ordered.

Deo gave me a probing gaze then approached the glass windows to possibly catch a glimpse of what is happening outside. After a while, he looked back at me to announce Wenziel's message to meet us at the ground floor lobby.

The reception area looked a little empty and, as disciplined as I have kept the office running, the several employees within sight didn't turn their heads in nosy curiosity at the presence of a policeman and a livid woman whose voice was already raised as we approached.

Wenziel was sat before them with maintained behavior a professional like him would show at such provoking scene.

I was, on the other hand, already annoyed with the woman regardless of whoever she might be.  

Deo coughed a little to break the tension.

"I'm Atty. Andes Wenziel, Mr. Zhio Zel Cantheliz's lawyer," Wenziel introduced to the police officer who did likewise and returned the handshake.

He sat back to the settee and stared at the woman.

I didn't bother to introduce myself. They should already know who I am.

"So tell us what brings you here, Raya," Wenziel casually spoke her name as if he knew her for long. I sat beside him in complete confusion.

The woman was glaring at my direction so I gave her a similar expression in return.  

"I wouldn't let you leave the country," she threatened with hurt in her eyes "for killing James without seeking my permission."

"Well who do you think you are?" I laughed a little at her pride.

"Do I have to ask a commoner for my personal issues?"

My gaze went from her to the source of the faint noise nearby. Cameras flashed while the security outside tried to contain the crowd from entering the premise. I expected the media to be present during a scandalous event like this.

Divided by the thick glass walls between us at a decent distance, they sounded no more than flies buzzing lowly at my ear.

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