chapter 65

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Mrs Smith looked at Justin up and down. Seeing her son adamant about going to search for Sophia, the very one thing she understood then was that he is in love and nothing can stop him.
She gave him a gun and ordered the guards to go with him and keep in contact with her no matter what.
"I want to go too!" Alex came in as Justin was about to go.
"You have been through a lot, Alex. Let him go with the guards," Mrs Smith insisted, but Alex refused to stay back.
"Please, my mind won't be at peace if I don't help in looking for her. Let me go with Justin and if possible protect him" Alex said.
Mrs Smith was at loss of words to say to the young man. She didn't need to be told that he is determined to go with Justin no matter what she says or how much she protests.
Just then, someone came in to report that Skyler is back, but badly wounded.
They all ran to meet him at once, many questions were thrown at him about Sophia and Celina, but he simply replied that he didn't get a glimpse of them again after they all dispatched.
"You see what I told you? I'm sorry, but I must go and look for her! I will be on my way now and I won't return without her!" Justin said and walked away.
"I will go with him too. I'm sorry, boss!" Alex said, bowed and ran after Justin.
"What are you two waiting for? Go after him and make sure you protect him with your last blood!" Mrs Smith commanded the two guards she ordered to go with Justin.
The guards ran off too. Skyler was sent to the doctor for treatment. Mrs Smith felt bad about what was happening. She hasn't found the spy, and can't tell who exactly attempted to kill her son and the reason for that.
And to crown it all, the person or people behind these evil deeds are under the same roof with her. Now her son's life is endangered by Sophia's disappearance, no one has been able to testify that she is dead or still alive.
She went into her room and locked herself up. She can't cry in front of her enemies. She does trust anyone again. She should have also warned the guards to keep an eye on Alex, who knows who the rotten egg is!
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Sophia opened her eyes slowly, too weak to blink, she shut it again. After somewhile, her eyes stuttered open again and she looked around her.
"Oh, thank God you are awake!" A deep voice exclaimed. A handsome face appeared and smiled most infectiously at her.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Sophia asked weakly.
"Don't worry, you are in safe hands. I was worried that you would not make it, you keep drifting from conscious to unconscious since yesterday. Are you okay?" The young man said most tenderly.
"My head hurts. My eyes are heavy, I feel so weak and��I'm famished. My back��it is paining me, I feel like dying," she mumbled as tears filled her eyes.
"You will be fine. I made you a herbal soup, something I learnt from my mother. You will have to sit up, drink it, it is good to quench hunger, thirst and also best for healing wounds. Come on, let me help you" the young man assured her and helped her sit up.
He gave her the bowl of soup and helped her drink it. "Easy, you will be alright. Do you feel any better than before?" The young man asked worriedly.
Sophia looked at the guy's face, he looked gentle, looked too fresh for someone living in a house as good as wrecked, maybe responsible and respectable, and most of all, very handsome.
"What is your name?" She asked, her eyes wandered around the cracked walls. That reminded her of how her life was at that moment.
"Weston Meyers, but you can call me West," he smiled at her. "You can lie down now and rest, you will be able to stand on your feet soon,"
"West? Are you a photographer?" She smiled painfully.
"No, but you have a clue on how much I love this��" he lifted a camera to her face and snapped once, "honestly, I have been doing this since morning, I mean��taking pictures of you, I have never seen a woman so beautiful and full of strength" he praised.
"Thank you. I meant to say that it is��kinda an old name as far as America is concerned, and the two Weston's I know are photographers. One I read about, a United States popular lensman years back and some guy I used to know" she said.
"Who told you that Weston is an old name? There is nothing like an old name as far as I am concerned. You have not told me yours," he raised a brow.
"Sophia Williams," she replied sharply.
"I'm glad to meet you. Thanks for not dying on me, I would have felt bad!" He winked at her.
"Where did you find me? I mean, how did I end up with you? I remember��being shot from behind by�� well, I fell at the��"
"Are you an assassin?" He asked, looking her straight in the eyes.
She opened her mouth, clamped it and swallowed. "Actually��"
"You are an assassin, judging by your dressing. I saw your gun too and it is branded with the assassinators logo. I'm just wondering why a beauty like yourself will indulge into such a dangerous organization, you surely don't fear death. And to think that you broke into a military zone," he shook his head.
"Why did you help me if you knew? And what were you doing there to have found me?" She asked and gave him a blank look.