Episode 15.
Adam Kindle's Home.
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The compound was adorned with flowers as night descended upon the world. It bore no resemblance to Adam's house, as the interior was as bright as if it were still daytime.
Lights and bulbs were being installed even beneath the house, making the flowers sparkle even more beautifully.
Most of the metals in the house were made of gold, glistening in the light that illuminated the mansion.
Although the mansion was surrounded by a fence, it was merely decorative, as an ordinary person could easily jump over it. However, security measures were in place around the perimeter.
As everything was on high alert, one of the guards sat comfortably in his chair at the entrance of the compound. He noticed a sudden movement out of the corner of his eye resembling a shadow. Although he initially thought it was a trick of his imagination, he kept his gaze fixed on that spot.
The guard didn't observe the movement again and started to believe he had imagined it.
But... suddenly, he found himself struggling to breathe as a hand grabbed him from behind.
He clutched the hand tightly, fighting for air, and felt the fur on it. He realized there was something peculiar about that hand; it could not belong to a human.
He struggled to keep pace, gasping for air, when the figure abruptly shoved him aside, drawing the attention of another guard. However, the figure vanished into thin air.
The guard then noticed the other man sprawled unconscious on the ground. He gazed at him with widened eyes, trying to make out the situation clearly.
Confused about why his colleague was lying on the floor and what might have transpired since he had appeared healthy moments ago, the guard cautiously approached.
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On the other hand, Adam and his family were inside the house, enjoying the night together while watching a movie. Adam sat with his 6-year-old daughter on his lap, while his wife busily arranged the older daughter's hair. Adam had two daughters; the older one was around 14 years old now.
"Dad, you know, we were supposed to leave for vacation next month, but it feels so far away," Excel said to Adam as her mother styled her hair.
"I know, but aren't you talking about the competition? I only said I would contribute when you win the competition first," Adam started to say, but she interrupted.
"I told you not to worry about that. It's not a competition. Trust me, I will win easily. Building a super robot or car? Don't worry, Dad, I will make your name known worldwide. I will make you proud," the little girl said, leaving Adam beaming with pride.
His happiness lay in seeing his family thrive in every aspect. Excel, at just 12 years old, possessed a remarkable aptitude for technology. She had constructed her first robot at the age of 10 using ordinary materials, and now, with the support of her affluent father, she had all the resources she needed.
She faced stiff competition in the challenge to build a super car, competing against much older participants. Despite being the youngest at 12, with the closest competitor at 15, Excel remained undaunted in her pursuit of success.
All of them already have their super cars built, but no one is allowed to see them yet except for the creators themselves. Not even the family or the competition organizers will get a glimpse until the big reveal in just two days, leaving the world in awe.
Mr. Adam eagerly anticipates his daughter's performance. He has already allocated a substantial amount of money to support her after the competition. He plans to establish a brand for her and provide all the necessary assistance she might need, but only after fulfilling his promise of a short world tour vacation if she emerges victorious.
However, the odds seem stacked against her. Being the youngest contestant, she faces competitors with far more experience. At only 12 years old, winning seems like a daunting challenge, but only time will reveal her fate.
"Come on, Excel, I've already told you the discussion is closed. Dad needs rest," Excel's mother interjected firmly.
"But mum, I..." Excel began to protest before her mother cut her off with a stern tone.
"No more 'buts'! The discussion can wait until after the competition auditions. Now, it's time for bed. Good night!" Her mother's voice was firm as she ushered Excel inside, her expression stern while Adam simply smiled.
As Excel made her way towards her room, a sudden gunshot rang out from outside, startling them all.
Mr. Adams quickly drew back the curtains and peered outside the compound, only to find an unusual silence with even the guards nowhere in sight.
Noticing his confusion, Adam turned to his wife, who was already gazing at him with heavy breaths.
"What's happening?" she inquired, but Adam, instead of answering, promptly rose to his feet and handed their six-year-old daughter to her.
"Excel, come here," his wife beckoned, pulling Excel closer as tension filled the air. Adam, bewildered by the absence of his guards, felt a sense of unease.
"Please, don't go outside!" his wife pleaded as he made a move to open the door and investigate the situation.
"Don't worry, take Excel, go inside, and wait for me," he urged as he approached the door. However, before he could open it, the door was forcefully broken down, causing him to fall to the ground in fear. He scrambled backward, petrified by the sight before him.
"Are you alright?" His wife hurried to his side, kneeling beside him. His attention, however, was fixed on the figure at the door, prompting her to look as well. What they saw astonished them both.
A massive werewolf stood at the entrance, then slowly transformed back into a human as she stepped inside, leaving them in disbelief as she settled on the couch.
"Hey there, little one! How are you?" she said, smiling at Excel and pulling her closer.
"Stay away from my daughter!" her mom shouted, hurrying over to take Excel back, but she pushed her away with a forceful slap.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Adam asked, rushing to his wife and the now sobbing baby in her arms. He gently took the baby from her, trying to soothe her.
"I'm sorry, little one. Your mom was just being silly," the lady said to the baby before turning her gaze back to the father, Mr. Adams, who was visibly shaken.
His body trembled with fear; he had heard tales of these creatures but never believed they were real. This was his first encounter with a werewolf, and he knew his family was in danger.
"Who are you, and what do you want with my family?" he asked, eyes fixed on the mysterious lady, who responded with a sly smile.
"I want everything and nothing from them. All I ask is for your cooperation. I prefer not to repeat myself. Rest assured, as long as you comply, they will come to no harm," she said, settling comfortably on the couch and pulling Excel closer to herself.
"First, let me introduce myself. I am Athena from Dean's Pack. You may not know me, but you are familiar with my master, Dean, aren't you?" Athena inquired, but Adam remained silent, watching her intently. He now understands the source of the issue.
Athena smiled briefly, glancing at the floor before meeting his gaze once more.
"Perhaps you thought I was joking when I mentioned how much I dislike repeating myself. I'll overlook that. You do know Dean, my boss. How could you challenge him? He purchased a property, and you stole it," Athena said, leaving Adam to interject boldly.
"I stole nothing! I simply made a higher offer to the company owners, and they chose to sell to me. It's just business," he explained with a shrug.
"Good!" Athena exclaimed, pointing at him as she rose from her seat and stepped closer.
"You will now hand over the company documents. You will steer clear of it, and as a result, we won't pay you a cent. You're so wealthy that you don't know what to do with your money. Understand?" Athena asked, while Adam remained silent, gazing at her.
"I hate having to repeat myself. If you think I'm joking, then fine!" She yelled as she turned angrily towards Excel.
"Wait! What..." Mr. Adam began, but Athena had acted too fast as she slit Excel's throat, her blood falls on the floor.
"No!!!!" Her mother screamed at the top of her lungs.