Chapter 127 - Chapter 126

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(CLAIRE)

Let's see how long you could keep me here Zhio.

"Are you sure Miss Claire?" the old woman asked in confusion.

I heard her name was Sya.

Well, she told me to ask them whatever I needed.

And that's exactly what I wanted.

"I need that." I smiled at the thought of revenge.

"Don't worry. I'd back you up from Zhio."

"Alright. All will be delivered here tomorrow."

Yes!

Because Zhio wasn't around, I could eat in peace. The maids of the house were pleasantly kind and all the things that were bought for me had finally been put to their proper places. But there's still that thing that I wanted…

I put on the bed clothes that I recently got and laid gently on the soft mattress. Suddenly, everything that happened between me and Zhio came back to memory.

If it wasn't him, I'd go mad.

Wait…what the heck am I saying?

I hugged one pillow and wondered once more….

How long would I be here?  

(ZHIO)

Time skipped. The flight, the program, the general assembly afterwards… All went by without notice. And I've been waiting exactly to call her again.

It was nighttime there…

"Where's Claire," I asked Sya from the other line.

"Asleep in your room."

"Good. How's her day? Did she eat?"

"Yes…"

"Good to hear. I'd be calling again tomorrow."

"Yes Master Zhio."

I didn't sleep yet. There was this huge pile of documents I have to sign. Looking back at the calendar, there was another unfavorable schedule lined up.

I called Deo.

"Sir…"

"What's this Summit Business meeting?" my brows knitted loosely.

"That is held every five years. Your father was a member of that organization and in his behalf, you have to attend. Important stuff."

"When is this?"

"Still two months ahead. They've sent the invites early and I inserted that in advance to your calendar for approval. Just so you'll know."

"Sure early," I hung up the call and sighed.  

Exhaustion was creeping up and I needed some rest.

(CLAIRE)

I slept well…wet pools of saliva all over the pillow.

Thank God Zhio wasn't around.

"Good morning Miss Claire."

The maids opened the windows like cabaret performers, with dusters in tow and air fresheners spewing clouds of lavender-scented smoke in the corner.  

"Morning," I greeted back and retreated again to the bed.

It was still too early.

I'm not in my own house and there's nothing I could really do. Maids were all over the place to do all things that needed to be done.

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