Thirty Eight

Donald came in after Arthur had left and sat on the couch while carrying cold water.
"So, Miss, what happened?" he asked.
"That woman was lying; she was just my father's ex-girlfriend; Calvin and Lara's fathers are other men," I explained.

"What's your plan now? Are you going to get Calvin out of the company?"

"No, he has nothing to do with what his mother is doing, so he will continue to work for the company, and I will go to where they live tomorrow," I replied.

"Would you like that I accompany you?"

"No, I'll take Arthur because he knows where that place is."

"That's all right,"

Mr. Chin appeared as the door reopened.

"I guess you're too early to come here, don't you have any other job besides chasing me?" I inquired, prompting Randolf to grin in my direction.
"Why would I kill myself at work when I could pay a few thousand people?" he asked.

My brow furrows.

I'm sick of the wind in this man's head. If he's going to be my boyfriend. I know I'm not going to live to be forty; I'm going to die.


"I'm here to remind you of our dinner reservation for tonight. Because I know you don't know how to continue the conversation. If you agree, then run away, so I'm picking you up right now. "He stated.

I rolled my eyes because the idiot sounded as if I wasn't going to whip him again later.
My brow furrowed.

"You should be thankful for the photo you posted on social media; without it, you won't be able to date me later," I explained.

He couldn't stop laughing.
"I'll just leave, but I won't leave your company," he told me as he walked out the door.
Randolf shook his head.

"He's very self-conscious, Miss, and if you stay together, he'll only cause you problems; I'm not saying this to hurt or insult him, but I notice something in him that I don't like," Randolf explained.

Calvin entered with a frown as the door reopened. I feel sorry for him because his mother convinced him that his real father was my father.

"What's the matter with you?" Randolf inquired.
"I'm suffocating at the job you gave me," Calvin responded.
"Why?"

Calvin's annoyance.

"The women there don't seem to want to work; they're always facing me."

Donald bursts out laughing.

"Why is that? I was there before but they didn't notice me; what do you have that I don't?" Randolf wondered.

"Stop talking! It's not funny; it irritates me, even more, when they approach me," Calvin grumbled.
"Do you have a female allergy?  What did they do, or have you had similar experiences? "
"Nothing, but it irritates me when they show motive. Only men should do something like this."

"You can't make them change; it's up to them. You can't make them stop looking at you."

He took a seat next to Donald.

"What is that Chinese doing here?" Calvin asked.

My brow furrowed.

"The one who grabbed you unexpectedly at sir Randolf's party."

Randolf replied, "Nothing, but he arranged a date with Miss Zaneska."

Calvin scowled at me.
"And you concurred?"
"I don't have a choice because I want to delete the picture he posted on social media," I explained.

I looked at the time.

"It's five o'clock in the afternoon, and Randolf just accompanies Calvin to our car dealership and lets him choose the car he wants."

"That's all right, Miss."

"Take the girls with you, and I'll leave the company first," I say.
I went out to my office with my sling bag. Mr. Yun was leaning against the hood of his car when I noticed him. He came to a halt as I was about to get into my car.

"Let's just use one car, Elodie," he suggested, "and I'll drive."

"No, we'll use each of our cars," I explained as I went up into my car.

He had no choice but to get into his car. I was the first to leave, and he was the second. He was ahead of me and signaled that he would find us something to eat. I noticed him pull over at a new restaurant. I parked the car first and went inside. I want this to end so I can go home to the mansion. I would rather sleep than hear this man’s arrogance.


We took a seat in the restaurant's corner.
"Do you want to go to this place, or should you prepare the restaurant in high-end hotels?" he asked.
My brow furrowed.

"It's fine here; I don't want us to go any further," I replied.

He nodded and gave the order. We began eating a few minutes later.

"By the way, what are your summer plans?" he asked.

"Why?"

"I'm just thinking about taking you to China for a vacation."
My nostrils expanded. I have no intention of going with this man.
"I'm busy; I don't have time to go on vacation right now; just bring someone else with you," I explained.

"That's fine."

We ended up eating, so Mr. Yun order a dessert.

"Are you okay with us going to the bar after we get here?" he inquired.

"So, what are we going to do over there?"

"Drink."

"I'm not going to drink anything."

"It's just me, so come along with me."

I gave a nod.

At seven o'clock in the evening, we left the restaurant. My phone is making a lot of noise as a result of all their messages. I got in my car and followed Mr. Yun. We stopped at the Glory Bar House on the way. The atmosphere was too creepy for me, so I didn't like it. Even though it was clean and freshly painted, I was nervous. I went inside after I parked the car. The ambient noise. Smokers produce a great deal of smoke. Men and women alike. I suddenly became depressed. He approached me.


"Are you all right, Elodie?"
"Yeah, it's too smoky in here," I admitted.
"Let's find a table far enough away from the smoker."

So we walk over to the bar counter. He had ordered his drink, while I had just ordered a lady's drink. I took Mr. Yun home outside an hour later after noticing he was drunk. I assisted him in leaving the bar.


"Hold on tight so you don't fall," I said, holding his body. When we got outside, he suddenly tightened his grip on my body. I was already nervous because he gave me an obscene look. I tried to get away from him, but his grip was too tight.
"Let me go! What are you going to do to me?" I ask, perplexed.

He just smiled maniacally and kissed my neck. I became terrified. I desperately wanted to escape, but he had cornered my small frame. His kiss has already landed on my ribcage.
Oh my goodness! Help! My mind screams. But it was already dark in the bar because it was nine o'clock at night.
"If you keep doing this to her, I'll blow your skull off," said a man's voice from nowhere.


Mr. Yun abruptly let go of me and addressed the man. I was also scrutinized. He was leaning against the hood of my car as if he were watching TV.
"Who are you, and why are you interfering? We're a couple, and we just do it normally," Mr. Yun explained. I noticed that he seemed to have lost his drunkenness, or that he wasn't drunk. Is he just pretending and doing bad to me?


"Really? As far as I can tell, she doesn't like what you're doing, and who would do that in a public place? You have no respect for yourself. Get out of here. Before I report you to the police," the man said.

He's probably in his forties, but he's still quite attractive. As a result, Mr. Yun did nothing, on the other hand, jumped into his car and drove away quickly. As he walked away, I breathed a sigh of relief. The man came up to me.


"Are you all right? Are you hurt?" he asked.
"I'm fine and thank you for coming," I explained.
"You're welcome, and I'll finally meet you, Zaneska," he said. My brow is wrinkling as a result of this. Why does he know what my name is? I saw nothing in him, even with a passing glance.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked.

"Get in your car first, and then follow me. Are you able to drive?"

I nodded and went up into my car. I followed his car until it's stops at a restaurant.
I exited the car and followed the man into another restaurant that was open at the time. I took a seat in front of him.
"So, sir, how do you know me?" I asked as I sat down.

"I'm your mother's stepbrother."

I'm perplexed by what's going on right now.


"The sad thing is that she didn't know, so you found out that she doesn't have another family. I'm his daddy's child with another woman, and I just found out now, so I came here. I was from France, and I visited their grave the other day," he says.
As a result, he brought flowers there.
I cracked a grin. I was relieved to learn that I still had a family. What can Mr. Yun do to me if he doesn't show up?


"Don't worry, I'm not here to share the inheritance your mother left you; I just want to meet you and let you know that you still have a family," he said as he smiled at me.

"I didn't think of that. I'm glad to meet you. You can go to the mansion. Do you have a house here?" I'll ask.
"I'll stay in a hotel, but if you want, I can go to the mansion. I won't be here long; I have business in France."
"By the way, my name is Conrad, and you can call me Uncle."
"I'm delighted to meet you, Uncle; I hope you've brought your son and wife so we can meet."
He was giggling.

"My mother passed away a long time ago, and in terms of wife and child, I'm single," he replied.

"Really? Isn't there a beautiful woman in France?" I'll ask.

"There are many, and they are attractive and wealthy, but I don't like them; perhaps my destiny is here in the Philippines," he says.

"Maybe."
"By the way, who is that idiot?"
"He was my acquittance or suitor, but I don't like him," I explained.
"Have you filed a complaint yet?"

"Nothing bad has ever happened to me."

"Can you go home? I'll be right there; just give me the address."

I gave the address to Uncle Conrad. The two of us then left the restaurant together.

"Take care."

"That's all right, Uncle."