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BROAD DAY ENCOUNTER

CHAPTER 3

BROAD DAY ENCOUNTER

LIAM’s POV

“This is his office, sir!” my personal assistant squeaked beside me, his voice soft and shaky like a frightened kitten. I couldn't help but wonder why he was so anxious again this morning. It wasn’t as if he had done anything to offend me; my frustration was directed at the state of affairs that had led us here.

I offered him a fleeting glance, and he visibly relaxed, returning my gaze with a tentative smile. He was a versatile and hardworking employee, having been with me since my father's passing. I realized I needed to manage my anger before it drove him away.

Without waiting for my bodyguards, I stepped out of the car and made my way to the main entrance. The glass door was ajar, and I pushed it open, my assistant and guards trailing behind me.

“You really have the audacity to sit in your office and smoke away, James!” I thundered at the chubby man slouched behind his desk. He looked up, eyes widening in recognition, and instantly dropped his cigarette, leaping to his feet.

“Sir! What a surprise… I wasn’t expecting you!” I sank into the plush red chair opposite him, watching as he rushed towards me, his movements cautious as he attempted to greet me. One of my bodyguards shoved him to kneel, and he complied immediately, his forehead glistening with sweat.

“The girl?” I asked, trying hard to keep my voice steady, even though my anger simmered just beneath the surface. The mere thought of that enigmatic green-eyed girl stirred something deep within me.

“The girl?… Which—oh!” Recognition dawned on James’s face. He fumbled with his phone, dialing a number with shaky fingers.

One of my bodyguards shot me a glance, silently asking if he should intervene. I shook my head; today, I wasn’t in the mood for violence. I just wanted answers, and most importantly, to find her.

“I swear, boss… I called her immediately and sent your message. She promised to… oh no, she played me! If I get my hands on her…” James rambled, but I didn’t care to hear his excuses.

I fixed my gaze on him, willing him to grasp the urgency of the situation before I resorted to more drastic measures. He dialed another number, and I tuned out his conversation, losing interest when I realized the voice on the other end wasn’t hers. Her voice was imprinted in my mind, and I wouldn’t forget it.

After a minute, he ended the call, looking at me with hopeful eyes. “She isn’t one of us, sir… It was a one-time job, but I know her location. She attends a college in the rural part,” he rushed, barely catching his breath.

I felt my heart race at the news. I would finally see her again.

I shot up from my seat and headed for the door. Without needing to say a word, I could sense my personal assistant instinctively asking for the number to direct us to my green-eyed girl.

A grin spread across my face; my assistant was astute, hardly requiring guidance. Years of working alongside me had taught him well.

The drive to the college took about an hour, and my anticipation grew with every passing moment. Thoughts swirled in my mind about how I would confront her for walking out on me. She would regret her choice, I vowed; it was time to teach her a lesson.

TERESA’s POV

I settled onto Dato’s lap, laughter bubbling from me as he regaled everyone with his wild jokes. One thing I loved about my boyfriend was his ability to keep things lively; he was the life of the party. His group of friends surrounded us, drawn to his magnetic charisma. Dato was well-known in school, and everyone adored him.

As I absentmindedly played with his hair, soaking in his warmth, I felt an abrupt shift in the atmosphere before I even realized why. Suddenly, the room fell silent—everyone, including Dato, stopped mid-laugh. Their eyes were all focused in the same direction. My heart sank as I followed their gaze.

I sprang from Dato’s lap as if I’d been caught in a scandal. He looked up at me, confusion written all over his face. But I didn’t have time to explain; the man approaching us was radiating pure authority and charisma, his piercing grey eyes locked onto mine.

Panic surged through me, and I instinctively knew I had to prevent him from speaking in front of Dato. With one last backward glance at my boyfriend, I hurried to meet the familiar, intimidating figure.

“What the hell are you doing in my school?” I nearly shouted, standing chest-to-chest with him. He halted, inhaling deeply as if trying to rein in his fury. Then, his cold gaze flicked behind me, searching for Dato.

Before I could process what was happening, six men in sleek blue suits appeared from nowhere, surrounding Dato as if preparing to take him away for a slaughter. My heart dropped; I had seriously messed up. The man in front of me was not just wealthy; he was influential and utterly unpredictable. Gasps filled the air, and students around us were wide-eyed, some even recording the scene on their phones.

“What’s happening? Please, let Dato go! Just talk to me!” I pleaded, my anger bubbling over. The audacity of wealthy people and their sense of entitlement infuriated me.

“He’s your boyfriend?” the man asked, jealousy lacing his voice. I nodded, feeling a wave of dread wash over me. Just then, I heard Dato’s anguished scream from behind me.

I turned to see the six hefty men attacking him, and fury surged through me. I shoved the man in front of me with all my might, but my effort barely moved him.

He stood there, rigid and unreadable, studying my face as if he could decipher my thoughts.

“Are you crazy? What has Dato done to you?” I shouted, pushing him again, this time with more force. He seized my delicate wrists, dragging me away from Dato.

The uproar in the school escalated, whispers and shouts mixing in a chaotic symphony. Nobody dared to intervene, and all of Dato's friends had vanished. What was it about this man that terrified everyone?

Tears streamed down my cheeks as he pulled me further away from my groaning boyfriend. As I glanced at him, I caught sight of the tattoos on the man's lower arm and neck, tracing down to his chest. I couldn’t help but admire the contrast of his smooth, firm skin against the ink, and how his sky-blue shirt hugged his physique.

I shook off my confusing thoughts just as we approached his fleet of cars. His bodyguards were already waiting, the air thick with anticipation.

“Who are you?” I demanded, curiosity mingling with fear. Everyone, including Dato, seemed to know him. His very presence altered the atmosphere of the entire school.

He finally released my wrist and guided me toward a sleek black Lamborghini, the latest model. As he pus

hed me inside, he leaned in close, whispering into my ear.