Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Judging from my father’s tenacity and George’s hot-temper, I’m hundred percent sure that they would tear each other apart before they would even think of a solution,” Isabella pointed out nonchalantly rummaging through the refrigerator.
“Isabella, that’s not encouraging at all!” Anabelle was appalled by her indifference to the situation as if she wasn’t involved at all. When in reality, she was the reason the engagement came about in the first place.
“What? You wanted the truth, I gave you one,” Isabella couldn’t understand humans at times.
“Give me a positive one!”Anabelle retorted.
“Well, on the bright side, Reina is there to rein in the two unruly horses. Happy?” She faked a smile and went back to her search.
“By the way, do you want the chocolate-flavored Icecream or the vanilla-flavored one,” Isabella, whose head was in the fridge, asked Anabelle heading over to the window. Something had caught her attention and she had an inkling it was connected to the impending war – as Isabella elaborated.
Upon getting to the window, Anabelle froze at the scene. Oh shit. She turned, “Isabella, you gotta see this!”
“What?!” Isabella screamed from the refrigerator. She was thinking about the best ice cream to take and hated to be disturbed when deep in contemplation.
“You need to see this,”
“Why?” she sounded annoyed.
“I think they’re here,”
“They?” Isabella’s brows raised interestedly. She abandoned everything she had in her arms and rushed to the window just as the wind beat harshly at her face.
“Oh heavens,” Isabella was stunned, “This is better than I expected,”
Anabelle glared at her.
At the children’s room…..
Allen decided to make up for all the bad pranks he had played on Neon by teaching him how to play video games. To his surprise, Neon wasn’t as dense as he thought and with a few practices would be skillful enough.
Ailee decided to leave the two all to themselves, focusing on the drawing instead. She had her drawing paper and pencil on the desk while her eyes were shut close as she thought of what to draw.
“Neon?” could she draw him? It sounded hard. Well, nothing was too hard if one tried enough. Moreover, Neon was a good candidate since his features were embedded in her memory.
“Well, here we go,” She smiled and was about to pick the pencil when it rolled off the desk. Ailee was about to bend and pick it up when she noticed something. Her Deak was vibrating.
“Holy shit!” Neon, who could view the outside from his position, exclaimed and dropped the gaming pad, heading over to the window.
“Allen! Ailee! We are having an air parade!” Neon announced to the kids who were beginning to wonder about the sudden rumblings.
At once, Ailee and Allen dropped whatever they were doing and raced to the window, their mouth widening to an ‘O’ at the sight before them.
“That is not an air parade,” Ailee said.
Allen added, “Those are combat aircraft and helicopter,”
Meanwhile….
“Sir, he’s here,” Niles was not surprised when one of his men came to announce the news.
“And he’s not alone, he came with quite an entourage,” the guard further informed him.
“Lead me to him,” Niles ordered, rising to his feet.
Immediately, a number of his men followed Niles to the backyard where the rest of the property sprawled across the spacious land and a perfect landing spot for a helicopter as well.
The wind from the choppers blew strongly at his face but Niles was not averted, he kept walking until he got to a safe spot watching as George stepped out of the Mi-35 helicopter while two other Tu-22M3 aircraft hovered in the air.
A rope appeared from above the aircraft as men in military gear began to descend from it. Niles snorted derisively, he hired the military? The helicopter took off but George strode over to him in all his furious glory.
“Where’s my grandson?!” the man roared.
“Not with an attitude like that?!” Niles retorted, blocking the old man from passing.
At once, the military men George hired focused their guns on Niles.
So did Niles’ men do the same to George.
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The third point of view:
Sweat trickling down their faces.
Body positioned and taut.
Eyes focused on targets.
Hands curled around the trigger, ready to fire.
That was how tense everyone was as Niles and George had a face-off. All of them present knew only one possible way this situation could turn out and that was “disastrous” yet none of them backed away. This was what they were employed for, was paid for. They are warriors in the face of battle.
“Where is my grandson?” George asked once again, his voice almost a growl, and spoke of ferocity. He was at the edge of losing.
One couldn’t imagine how happy the man was when he got information that his grandkid’s location had been discovered. But that jubilation was short-lived when he heard Niles had taken the boy hostage.
He would have arrived that night but had spent it gathering his forces knowing he had time – Niles wouldn’t hurt Julie, he wouldn’t dare to. However, since Niles wanted a war, he brought one to his doorstep.