Chapter 42 - GIVE THIS TO GAEL

Nathen, Gael's right hand man, entered his office room and informed him of something that left him puzzled.

"Do you know someone named Mateo?" he asked. "I can't recall someone with that name in our business circle." He sat down in front of Gael and showed him the man's number. "He has been calling me since two days ago, asking to meet you. Someone you know?"

It was hard to find Gael's number, but it was easy enough to reach Nathen. After all, he had to socialize with several people regarding business matters.

"Mateo?" Gael took a look at the number, but when he tried to find it in his own phone, the number came out to be unrecognizable. Simply, he didn't save the number or know who owned it. "Did he say anything else?"

"He was talking about something weird," Nathen said, looking up, trying to remember the details of the conversation. "He talked about a pack in the north."

And that was all Gael needed to guess his purpose and the change in his expression didn't go unnoticed by Nathen.

"Do you know this man?" he asked, wanting to make sure that there was no problem with this. He wouldn't bring this matter to Gael if this person was not so insistent on meeting Gael and told him that they knew each other.

"Yes, I know," Gael replied. "You can go now." He took Nathen's phone and dialed the number.

On the other hand, Nathen said nothing when Gael made a call to him using his phone. Apparently, he didn't want to reveal his number to this person. Whoever it was, they didn't seem close enough for Gael to reveal this information about himself.

Just as the person on the other end picked up the call, Nathen closed the door behind him.

"What is it Mateo?" Gael didn't beat around the bush, he went straight to the business. "What do you want from me?"

There was no answer from the other end for a little while, before someone talked to him. His voice was rough and heavy, but it sounded exactly how Gael remembered.

"Anthony." That was not a question. Gael seemed to know that the person he was talking to was not Mateo.

"Gael," Anthony greeted him in the same way. "I would like to meet you in person."

The two of them couldn't be said to be on good terms, since they had never really bumped into each other if it was not for the issue with Chaos ten years ago.

"What do you want to talk about? We can talk over the phone," Gael said, then leaned his back against the chair and stared at the picture of Lise. He took it secretly when she was playing with a small kitten, looking all innocent and pure. The picture reminded Gael how bitter and atrocious he was.

"You have something that belongs to me," Anthony replied. His voice was calm, especially when he spoke about his niece. "You have my niece with you."

At the mention of his niece, Gael immediately realized who he was talking about. The only girl in their house was Blue.

"So?" Gael asked nonchalantly.

"I want you to give back the little girl to me," Anthony stated his intention.

"I am afraid you have to talk to Chaos about that, because apparently the annoying little girl has charmed him." Gael took the picture of Lise and stared at the smile on her lips and how her eyes glinted with happiness. "Don't call me."

"Let me know when or where I can talk to Chaos." Anthony could sense Gael's reluctance to stay on this topic, as he didn't think seriously about this matter.

"I can't help you with that. I am as clueless as you about his whereabouts." And after saying that, before he could hear another reply from Anthony, Gael had cut the phone connection.

Gael put down the picture of Lise gently and stood up. Today, Lise was supposed to try on her wedding dress and he wanted to see her in that gown before everyone else.

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Lise tried on her gown and looked at herself in the mirror, it was a beautiful off shoulder gown in white color. The skirt flared out from her hip bones to mid thighs and was fitted to the bodice.

Lise didn't remember asking for a wedding gown like this, but apparently, Gael found her mindless sketch on her wedding gown and made it happen.

She didn't believe how he could pay attention to such small details, like what she liked or disliked.

If only… if only he treated her nicely and stopped trying to own her as if she were his possession or something that he had power over, maybe Lise could open her heart and tolerate their situation, but Gael didn't know how to show his affection and every time he thought Lise would leave him or she paid more attention to something else, he would start being irrational.

It was hard to love Gael McKeltar and he only made it harder when the only love language that he knew was taking someone under his possession.

"Lise."

A girl came to her and fixed her off shoulder gown, but she spoke to her secretly and for another note, she was not supposed to call her by her own name.

Seeing Lise furrowing her brows, the girl immediately explained herself briefly.

"Sol sent me here," she said, as her hand patted her sleeves down to her hand and handed Lise a small bottle that felt cold to her touch. "He wants you to put this in Gael's drink before your wedding."

"What? Sol?" Lise's breath hitched. "How is he?" Gael only told her that he let him live, but he could be in a coma and was still alive.

"He is fine," she said impatiently and nervously. "Remember to give this to Gael."

"What is this?" Lise looked concerned and felt the small bottle in her grip.

"Poison," she said heartlessly.

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