Chapter 272 - Home In Molave 18

The chopper landed on the Lopez residence. Before they separated, they gathered to discuss further the situation. 

"Uncle, can you please assign a guard at Jane's room?" Hayri said.

All eyes fell on him. The majority's first impression was that he was too paranoid.

"For two nights, in the resort, I distinguished a paint-like smell inside Jane's room. At first, we concluded that probably, it came from the men in the construction area. On the second day, I saw pieces of wet wipes at her bedside. Whoever went inside must have forgotten to pick it up when he came out."

Jane stared at him. He did not mention the wet wipes. That could explain why she got a grease-free face when she woke up. Her cream was supposed to moisturize her skin throughout the night so, it could result in oily skin in the morning.

"The smell of the wipes and Jane's face was similar. And she herself noticed that she overslept lately. So that could mean the invader was using an inhalant sedative."

Everyone shuddered at the thought that while Jane slept, somebody visited her. What if she got r.a.p.ed?

"Why did you not tell us about it?" Mrs. Lopez grumbled.

"Because we only confirmed it this morning."

"Angelo, what if the man was looking for the child? Could it be possible that he will also invade here?"

"That's exactly my point."

"Our security is tight, and we have cameras around."

"Yes, but the Doorz app uses a technology that blocks the sensors. It literary make the camera's lens go blind."

"So, we are cornered. If I refused to take the child, Mr. Blacksmith becomes our enemy. Now that he is with me, his enemy may come looking for him for their revenge. We will also become enemies to his enemies," Jane explained as not all of them were able to get down yet to the bottom of the situation.

"So, what should we do?"

"The least we can do is to help hide the child," Jane answered.

"That is the reason why I pretended that Kyle is our son out of wedlock."

Without any intention to blame her or whatsoever, their eyes glued on Cherry. They were already expecting that she would tease them again, but to their surprise, she zipped her mouth. She seemed to be really afraid for Jane.

They thought she would shut her mouth forever, but she suddenly spoke up.

"It's time Jane needs a male companion in her room. If this man opens a door, then he can also break a window."

They all exchanged gazes silently. Cherry was right if their security monitors were all useless against the Doorz app.

"Hayri, why don't you sleep with Jane every night?" There was indeed sincerity in Cherry's expression.

"What?-"

"I have no objection against that," Hayri cut her off. "You can put another bed for me."

"No need. I still want my complete privacy. Dad can increase his security forces."

When everyone went home, Jane sank onto her bed. She would never feel safe anymore in this room. How could she tell Hayri that Dr. Charles was the one who invaded her room and not Markus?

When everyone went home, Jane showed Kyle his room beside hers. Since it was still early, he called up a team of construction workers to put a door inside that would connect their rooms. In that way, she could still have her privacy while she could monitor Kyle without the need to go out of her room. Before bedtime, the rooms were already ready for their use.

Kyle was working on the workbook she assigned him to do while Jane was doing some personal works in her room. After completing her task, she turned off her laptop and went to check on Kyle. Before she opened the door, she peeped on the door hole and spied on Kyle. His phone was at the bedside while he was on a study table. While he was writing, she also saw him talking.

"Dad, I'm already in my room doing some schoolwork. Teacher Jane is also in her room doing some personal business. How about you, dad? How are you doing?"

Jane creased her brows while watching him. His phone was far away from him, and it was not in a loudspeaker mode. Who is he talking to

"Kyle? Are you talking to your dad?" she asked straightforwardly.

"I'm talking to myself, mom. I'm just practicing what I am going to tell him that when once he calls me."

Jane sighed, chuckling at herself. She was just paranoid.

Several nights passed peacefully. There was no sign of invasion of Dr. Charles. Her thick, facial mask that she hoped to lessen the effect of the sedative was still intact. However, the latest bombing incidence was in all headlines. And the police investigators were trying to connect it to the most reputable organizations, the Ebony and the Velvet Fighters. However, in a separate interview, the spokesman of Velvet Fighters vehemently denied the accusation, saying that they were never involved in any crimes nor threats. When asked if he could point it out to another group, he answered,

"We have no proof to point out the incident to them. And what they are doing is none of our business. It's also not in our interest to meddle in their affairs, nor to pry on to any of their activities."

A few days after the said interview, an unidentified person uploaded some detailed videos of the bombing incidents, proving to the public that the events indeed were prompted by the Ebony group.

Markus Madani, their identified leader, got enraged by the news. No matter how he tried to suppress the reproduction of the videos, it just wouldn't stop. He called up an emergency meeting, and all the VIP's and members came. Among the early comers were the most respected icon and the secret vice-president of the organization, Dr. Charles Madani.

When he walked up to the front, all eyes were fastened on him, wondering how he would solve the current accusation.

"Good evening, everyone!" Dr. Charles scanned his eyes to every one of them. We have already tried hard to stop the reproduction of the said video. However, we could not wholly eradicate it as some may have saved it on their phones or laptops. To divert the government's attention from this, let's create another incident that would blow their minds away."

Note: My eyes are already dropping so I will do the editing tomorrow morning.