“BREAKING NEWS! Francis Wellington just announced that they were going to take the situation to the next level. Just now, Francis Wellington with his lawyer representatives filed a complaint against Fiona Walker for slander.”
“Francis, according to his recent interview with the press, told Fiona that she would soon be summoned to court and that the truth will prevail. As of now, the Remington family hasn’t responded to the speculations just yet.”
“This issue also had been the talk of the country for days already, and all of them were dying to know the truth between the Wellington and Remington family as they were known as main rivals even before. This is also the first time that there was a public issue linking the two of them.”
August could not take all the emotions at that
WITH EVERYONE’S eyes around him, August opened the brown envelope and pulled the white paper inside it. His face was serious, his stance unwavering, and his aura exuded dominance and authority on it.After that, August stood firmly as his gaze roamed around the area. At that moment, the reporters were still doing what they were doing earlier—throwing him questions, being desperate to increase their news ratings, and dragging the other channels.But August didn’t give a shit about those channels or exclusive interviews. What he wanted was for the people to listen to him, and give their attention to him.Only him.In a second, the noisy buzz faded. The reporters suddenly noticed the intimidating aura August was exuding, which made them quiet even without
IN JUST one snap, August's remaining patience already faded. Before he even knew it, August pulled Francis in the collar to make him stand up.“Where is she?” August asked, his voice domineering and intimidating. “I could not contact her and Daphne for a while. What did you do to them?”“Oh, so Daphne is with Fiona?” Francis raised a brow, followed by the side of his lips rising, too. “That's nice. I hit two birds with one stone—”“Shut your trap,” August interjected, his gaze piercing into Francis' soul. “How evil are you to even consider killing innocent women just because of this?”Francis, all of a sudden, laughed in response. It was so loud that it reverberated around the room, and it gave
“WHAT the fuck?” Francis turned his head sideways to see who was the bastard who dared to hold his wrist, and his brows furrowed as August’s intimidating gaze locked against his. “Let her go,” August commanded as he glanced at Fiona, who looked nervous like a puppy as she stared at her owner. “I’m just talking with her about something. Why would I let her go?” The side of Francis’ lips rose as his hold on Fiona’s jaw tightened. “Besides, I saw a mosquito landing on her face. I’m just a concerned citizen who will kill the mosquito for him.” His glance moved onto Fiona before he spoke again. “Right, Fiona?” Francis gave her a warning gaze. A warning and a reminder that Fiona should not speak, or the bones in her face would dislocate with Francis’ own hands. Fiona remained silent as she didn’t know what to say. Her eyes widened with terror visible in it. Her lips trembled as she remembered how cruel the Wellington family was when it came to their employees, especially to the new o
AS MUCH as August remembers it, it was a great morning—even greater than the previous days because of the humiliation he gave Francis the last time. What happened to the arraignment crushed Francis to the ground. Because of that, Francis never dared to show his face in the interviews for a while, nor to let himself get involved even though August was talking nonstop about the arraignment. Fiona could now live peacefully again as she came back to the Remington Corporation with her face and chest up, being confident that she never did something wrong, so she shouldn’t be embarrassed. August thought that everything was going fine… That everything was going smoothly and fate seemed to be on his side. Turns out, Francis just came out of the picture temporarily because just like August’s emotions, Francis was preparing for greater things, too. Great for Francis, but shattering for August. “Breaking news! A potential suspect for Cecile Johens’ death has been arrested by the police!” “L
“I TALKED with my public defense lawyer earlier before you got here…” Lucas told August as his voice went lower. Lucas roamed his eyes around, being careful that no one would eavesdrop on their conversation. “He told me that all the evidence in court was pointing to me. After a few more days, they will declare me as the prime suspect and not a potential suspect.”August heaved a sigh as he felt his nerves heating up because of anger. He looked away so that he could regain his composure—Because seeing Lucas, an innocent person, locked up inside a cell makes him feel things that he should not entertain.Anger. Frustration. Rage.Those three combined emotions would be dangerous for August if he let them succumb to his body. However, August expected it all—That the police will wrap up the case as fast as they could to avoid more investigations.Or Francis calls it a mess.After a few seconds, as August already managed to control his emotions again, he brought his gaze back to Lucas.“
“HELLO, MY dear nephew,” the man, George Blackbell, greeted August in a low and dangerous tone. “Should we just see each other in tough times like this?” he added to ask as he sat beside August, who tried to suppress his smirk but failed.“Maybe,” August answered, slightly teasing his uncle. “Maybe that is our only role in our lives.”George chuckled a little because of August’s response. “Ah, how nice it is to have a nephew who has the same humor as me.”Both of them laughed and enjoyed the moment of them talking casually to each other while waiting for the meeting to start. Francis, on the other hand, could not believe his eyes at this moment. His eyes were wide, and his lips were parted. His calm demeanor slightly had a crack on it as he realized that it was not a dream.George Blackbell, one of the notorious personalities in the business industry, was in front of them. And he just called August his nephew.“Nephew… What the fuck?” Francis muttered a curse, causing August to look
DESPITE AUGUST having an idea, he didn’t trust his mind, just like what the man advised him not to trust everyone. August took his phone and typed someone’s name. As he saw the results, August nodded twice as his research confirmed the guy’s identity.Philodemus Lancaster—The first man to be released from the Blackbell Prison unscathed.Well, August is the second one, but no one will know about it since George requested that circumstance to be top secret.August recognized his identity because of that butterfly tattoo on his right hand. He remembered that he saw the exact tattoo when Philodemus was interviewed before about the Blackbell prison.That tattoo captivated August’s attention as it looked minimalist yet elegant at the same ti
A WEEK later, Francis was able to reduce his charges about the case with the hospital. It was because of his good deeds, the lack of direct involvement in the case, and various charities that the lawyers used to get the jury and the judge’s mercy.Instead of a criminal charge, he got regulatory sanctions instead.“The health department had found proof with the doctors’ conclusions about their patients—Including Mrs. Cecile Johens,” said the lawyer who was holding a thick white paper. “It was proven that some of the doctors were accepting bribes and making corruption in the hospital…”The lawyer stated afterward that those specific doctors should be fined and terminated from their jobs. Their medical licenses were revoked, too, to which Francis had agreed immediately,