Chapter 3 003

Leo lost track of Selena, when he arrived at the end of the hallway, the girl had turned in a different direction. "Should I chase after her, Sir?" the henchman who had helped Leo before now approached. Leo remained still, a thin smile appearing on his lips, whatever he was thinking was unknown, but Leo shook his head, "No need!" He let her go, which made the henchman look puzzled, as Leo usually wouldn't allow anyone to interfere in his affairs; he would eliminate anyone who witnessed this horrific incident because he could not afford to have witnesses to the murder he had committed, and the woman had seen everything. It could be dangerous if she spread this news to the media. Leo's henchman seemed to question with his gaze, why are you letting her go? "She won't be a threat, especially daring to spread this news to the media." "How can you be sure, Sir?" "Don't worry, I will take care of it," he said casually, as if his mind was forming a plan that others should not know about. You are grown up now, little rabbit? He muttered with a mysterious smile. "Very well." "Now, take care of the body, place her in front of the Olympus headquarters gate." "It's too easy to get rid of her," he added. The one given the order then carried out his task, covering the man's face with his hoodie and carrying him as if nothing had happened to him. Leonardo briefly ensured this before stepping away towards his car. Before this incident occurred, someone had been following him from behind. Unbeknownst to his enemy, who was walking alone, another one of Leo's henchmen was following him. The stalker intended to stab Leonardo with a knife, but another one of Leo's henchmen was alerted, so his daring act resulted in a fatal turn of events. Leo was furious; his sudden return, not known to anyone, had been sniffed out by his enemy. He knew the mastermind behind all of this; for a long time, his clan had been at odds with another powerful mafia clan in North America. "Olympus, do you think you can attack Hades!" Leo muttered to himself as he arrived and entered his car. He wiped his blood-drenched hands with a tissue, then removed his shirt that had been splattered with blood and replaced it with a new one. Another one of his henchmen had prepared new clothes for him; there were always spare clothes in the car to anticipate situations like this.

Being anywhere always carries risks. Approaching his 30s, many people desired his life. Known as a dangerous leader, he not only ruled the underworld but his name was also famous in high-level business circles. Many wanted to bring him down, but it was not as easy as most people thought; on average, those who threatened him were first delivered to hell by Leo. "Let's go to the nearest hotel, tomorrow night we'll head to the Davidson mansion," Leo said to his driver beside him. "Alright, Sir." Leo's driven car moved through the darkness of the night. Meanwhile, Selena ran as fast as she could to avoid the pursuit of the man earlier, carrying her shoes in her hand along with the bag she clutched. She looked back; Leo was no longer following her. Even though she was now safe, her heart palpitations had yet to calm down. Her legs felt shaky, weak, and if she didn't have a purpose in life anymore, she might have collapsed on the road and given up. Unfortunately, she had to return immediately and fulfill her goal. She breathed heavily, then chose to lean against a closed shop wall to rest, straighten her legs, and regulate her breathing. With her eyes closed, she continued to protect the bag. To her, nothing was more important than that money. For if she lost that money, her life would surely become even more painful. "Calm down, Selena, you are safe now," she muttered, taking in the night air deeply. She opened her eyes and shook her head. "It's best to go home now and make sure Claire doesn't come home first," she continued on her way. The distance between the bar and Uncle Jonathan's house was only 2 km, so she only needed to walk. But as she glanced at the road, she accidentally saw a pair of sharp eyes watching her from inside a car, making her heart beat very fast again. Her body almost lost control, but she kept walking to maintain her balance. "Hahh, I mustn't let him recognize me. This is dangerous!" Selena immediately turned her face away and ran back, using up the remaining energy she had. Passing through dark narrow alleyways, she eventually arrived at the back gate of Uncle Jonathan's large house. She looked around, making sure no one else would see her, including Claire. As she scanned the garage, she didn't see Claire's car parked there, which meant the woman had not returned yet. "Thank goodness." Selena quickly threw her shoes inside and climbed the not-so-high fence. Then she jumped. Srrrk!

However, after landing, her eyes widened as her dress got caught on the iron fence. Selena quickly pulled it, oh why was her luck this bad. She cursed in her heart, wondering why there always seemed to be trials for those facing difficulties. "I hope Edward won't be angry, I'll sew it later. Huh," wiping the sweat from her forehead, Selena walked towards her room at the back. Her room was separate from the main building, but still parallel; it was just located behind and connected to the warehouse. She unlocked the iron bar on her door and entered right away. Lying down for a moment to replay the recent experience she had just gone through. The incident was truly terrifying, the man was so cruel and dangerous. "I haven't heard from him in a long time, he's becoming more and more disturbing. Huh," But the horrific memory was instantly erased by his handsome face suddenly appearing in her mind; she remembered again when he touched and kissed her earlier. Unconsciously, her hand touched her own lips; remembering made her hate herself. She shuddered at the thought of the kiss. Selena got up, first changing her dress before heading to the bathroom to wash her entire face, removing the lipstick from her lips. She stared at herself in the mirror, touching her lips again, wanting to erase the imprint of the man's kiss. Leaning against the sink, one hand kept rubbing her lips vigorously until they felt numb, but the more she tried, the clearer her memories of the man became. She felt frustrated, angry, and wanted to cry; it was too difficult to forget this incident. Even her lips seemed reluctant to let go of the mark of the kiss. Feeling too overwhelmed, Selena decided to return to her room and curl up under the pillow, muttering curses to herself. But not long after, a knock startled her. She fell silent when the knocking stopped. "Selena! It's me, Uncle," the voice echoed from outside, accompanied by the sound of knocking resuming. Her almond-shaped eyes widened in an instant, why was her uncle calling her?

The man's attitude had at least slightly changed since he was accused of stealing his daughter's locket. But even so, he still tried to remain calm and be kind to her. "Yes, Uncle," she said as she walked over to open the door and saw the man standing in front of her. "W-what is it, Uncle?" "Did you just come out? I heard a sound like a gate opening. I just worry if it's someone else trying to enter here," Uncle Jonathan said anxiously. Selena squeezed her hand to calm her nerves; she didn't expect that the sound of the iron bar she opened would be heard all the way to Uncle Jonathan's ears—whose room was in the front building. "Um, yes, I just came out to the bathroom, Uncle," she replied, not entirely lying as she had just gone to the bathroom in front of her room. "Don't stay up late, Selena. It's not good," he reprimanded, noting that it was already one in the morning. "Yes, Uncle," the girl just bowed her head, hoping Uncle Jonathan wouldn't suspect that she had secretly left and just returned. In the midst of the tension, she heard the sound of a car engine quite loudly entering the house yard. "Is Claire just coming back?" Uncle Jonathan looked surprised. Selena was startled, but it was indeed the sound of Claire's car. "In that case, go to sleep, Selena. It's late. The sound of Claire opening the gate earlier was sure. Forgive me for disturbing your rest," Uncle Jonathan quickly left. Selena just sighed and entered her room. She lay back down on her floor bed, taking out a photo of her parents when they were young. She truly missed their presence; if only the tragedy hadn't befallen them, her fate might not have been as unfortunate. Living alone with all the pain. In the past, her parents were trusted individuals in the Davidson family and part of their security team. But when she was still in school, shocking news came when a tragedy struck them, the news was so surprising, as if it shattered her once colorful world. Even to this day, she still did not know the motive behind the accident, the government closed the case, and the Davidson family did not even reveal the location of her parents' graves. Since her parents' departure, Uncle Jonathan had taken care of Selena; Jonathan Thompson still had a relationship with Selena's mother. He took Selena, who at the time was going to be taken care of by Albert Davidson, the patriarch of the Davidson family who was their boss at the time. Uncle Jonathan felt it was his responsibility to care for what was left by his brother. But the reality was just the opposite, Emilia Thompson—her aunt—did not like her; she was always considered a nuisance. Uncle Jonathan himself could not do anything; every time he defended her, his wife and daughter would attack him if he showed favoritism. Now Selena could only be patient, waiting for her time to be happy, even though she didn't know when. She could only fantasize like the fairytale life of Cinderella who would be happy after meeting her prince charming. As her daydreams soared, she heard the commotion between Uncle Jonathan and Claire outside. They seemed to be arguing, her uncle was strict about discipline and wanted his daughter not to get involved in free mingling, but Claire was a rebellious child who never obeyed her father. Selena shuddered at the thought of being scolded by her uncle; she suddenly felt guilty and afraid that Uncle Jonathan would find out that she had just returned from the night club. At this moment, she could only hope that the man wouldn't find out about this.

Meanwhile, Leo was standing on the edge of his balcony. As he gazed at the sky with the city view below, he kissed his hand. The warm touch he had given to the girl earlier still lingered on his fingers. The vanilla scent emanating from her body was so tempting. "Mmm, sweet," he murmured while taking a deep breath, smelling his hand. He had never been so lost in thought like this before. Admiring his one-night partner, and even considering visiting her again. In his opinion, there was no pleasant impression in that encounter because he did not engage in lovemaking. Usually, he only used his partner once after getting satisfaction from them and did not want to visit them again. But strangely, after tonight, he had the desire to see her again. Perhaps it was due to an unsatisfied curiosity, after what he had seen last night convinced him that the woman resembled someone he had seen before.