His Devious Rule

Anya paused as if she noticed Harper and his secretary just now. However, she didn't act surprised or frightened. She wasn't courteous either.

How could she forget he was the man who turned her sweet home upside down?

She had bought a house with her hard-earned money. She and her son had made it home.

It was just the beginning. He toppled the car she was in, he hired snipers to kill her. He was a threat to her family.

How could she be polite with such a man?

Even if she wasn't an officer but old Anya Owen, she would have detested the man. Right now, she just looked distant without showing her real emotions on her face.

She checked the time on her wristwatch hearing the secretary as if she was wondering if she could make time for them. Well, she had no time and no intention to talk to Harper Johnson.

Her plan was completely different. Although she had oral proof that says Harper Johnson was behind everything, it wasn't enough to keep him detained with a non-bailable arrest warrant so she was waiting for the opportunity by giving him a chance to create a ruckus.

Meanwhile, Harper carefully gauged her top to toe. She nowhere matched the information and the description they obtained. Each piece of clothing on her was from expensive brands. Her wristwatch costs millions. No kind of government official could have that kind of lifestyle.

He wondered what her real identity was as Casper Matthews also wanted to get rid of her.

Anya signaled with her hand to the secretary, indicating to them to sit and wait. Then she walked away uttering no word.

Captain David didn't know her intention but he really admired how spontaneously she was completing work and guiding the remote teams. So as her assistant in the case, he did his job, "Sorry, Officer Owen is very busy right now." Without waiting for a response, he followed Anya to her office room.

Anya's lips slyly arced up imagining the foul expression on Harper's face. She suggested to the captain as she took a seat on the brown leather chair, "Be careful around Harper Johnson." She didn't want Harper to vent his frustration on other cops.

Captain David didn't understand it but he acknowledged it.

Anya asked after signing a file he handed her, "Captain David, do you have any informant in media companies?" It was common for cops to have local people as secret informants.

David wasn't surprised and promptly responded, "I do have."

"Could you please leak some information?" She didn't have time to send anonymous messages or hack. So she requested as it wasn't in the job scope of the captain.

Captain David was momentarily stunned before understanding his task. "All the media companies will be at the gates in fifteen minutes."

Anya faintly smiled as she thanked him and continued her work.

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Harper's hands were itching for smoke as the stock rate of his company was facing a sharp decline and the negative news was spreading like wildfire. His news completely buried the news of Anya Owen which he created. He cussed loudly but nobody gave him attention other than his secretary.

Well, his secretary was being harassed by his company employees and shareholders so he was busy as hell.

The managers of the Johnson shipping company came reporting their failure in receiving the PSR back. They got scolded and sent out.

While cursing Anya and waiting to speak with her, a few hours passed. Each time, Anya ignored them whether they stopped her or not.

Anya's actions infuriated Harper further. For the first time in his life, he was waiting for someone, and that to a lady.

When she was passing by discussing something with Captain David, Harper scorned her, "Anya Owen, did the power affect your brain?"

Anya crossed her arms facing the man whose eyes were shooting fireballs at her, "Harper Johnson, this. Isn't. Your. Company." She shook her forefinger as a warning to behave before she walked away.

"You f**…" Harper's secretary yanked Harper aside before he could complete it.

"Chairman Johnson, let's call our legal team." Secretary cried out, cringing aside afraid of being hit.

Harper breathed heavily. He knew why his secretary dared to drag him away. Since Harper's way of threatening or bribing didn't seem to work, he grunted in acknowledgment.

They were trying to leave the police agency but the swarm of reporters rushed towards him like bees.

Flustered, the secretary grabbed the aggravated Harper and pulled him back inside hearing the reporter's questions directed at Harper.

Harper fiercely demanded, "How did they get to know my location?" To hide from them, Harper had reached there early.

Secretary had no idea, he could only say, "I-I will look into it."

Hence they ended up back in the waiting room near Anya's office.

Inside office,

Captain David followed Anya to her office while recalling Anya Owen's name from the media and looked at Officer Owen. The latter answered his unspoken question, "Yeah, that's me."

However, David didn't look down on her. He could guess she wasn't a cop and her work boundary was too vast. He pointed out another aspect, "Officer Owen, why are you infuriating Harper Johnson?"

Working so long, he knew she wasn't like the person she was pretending to be in front of Harper. So he wanted to know her motive and why she was purposefully trapping Harper back in the police agency.

Anya's lips curled slyly before she responded, "You will know." She didn't tell him. "Go for lunch, then we will visit the harbor."

"Officer Owen, shall I order lunch for you?"  He asked before exiting the room.

Anya shook her head, "No, thank you, I will have later." She waved her hand to send him for lunch. She had a few statements to analyze before finalizing.

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Meanwhile, in a private room of a restaurant,

Rob entered the private room and whispered something to Alvin. The latter's expression changed briefly before he relaxed due to Zane whose eyes fell on them. "Prepare a take-out."

Rob responded and retreated.

Zane completed his lunch with Alvin who asked, "Zane Owen, would you like to bring lunch to your Mommy?"

Zane's eyes sparkled. He nodded vigorously, "Yes, Mr. Matthews." He jumped off the chair, took his backpack, and ran up to Alvin. "Mommy often forgets to eat if she is busy. Let's bring her lunch."

Alvin was amused seeing Zane's excitement to meet his mother. "Then let's go."

Alvin stood up and took the lunch bag Rob handed him. Zane happily skipped next to Alvin who was walking at the speed of a turtle to match the little man's speed.

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In the police agency,

Other division cops had gathered together for lunch as they ordered takeout due to commotion outside. Suddenly they heard a lively cheerful little boy's voice. They failed to control their curiosity and turned to the source of the voice.

Similarly, Harper shifted his dark brooding gaze and watched a young boy run in the passageway holding a mobile at his ear.

"I saw the board, Momma." The little boy's excited voice hit their ears.

Harper's secretary identified the little boy and reported to Harper, "He is Anya Owen's son."

Before they could think anything evil, they suddenly felt suppressed by a strong vibe. Then a tall, elegant yet striking man followed the little boy holding a lunch bag. However, his gorgeous face was drilling the fear. Not just his cold expression, the air around him made people be cautious and make space for him.

Alvin spared no glance at the two men. The two men didn't know who he was, other than guessing he couldn't be a simple man.

"Who is he? Why is he with her son?" Harper demanded his secretary who had no idea.

Their thoughts ran wild as the handsome man could be the husband of Anya seeing him with her son. Hence, everything they knew about Anya seemed worthless.

Alvin would have loved to keep his identity unknown forever, but he was going to make noise to bring fear in people. It wasn't for him, but his Little Donut.

Hence he didn't mind putting in the effort to appear at the police agency where the reporters were buzzing around.

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Inside the office,

Anya: "…"

She couldn't believe Alvin brought her lunch. She didn't know his motive wasn't so simple.

Alvin's eyes scanned the office after looking at her. He guessed she was not a simple cop looking at the spacious, newly arranged office room with every facility inside. He saw a coat stand, coffee maker, couch and table, cupboards, and private washroom. It was no less than an office of company presidents.

He sat opposite to her, watched her eyes glued on him with her jaws dropped. He teased with a sexy smirk gracing his face, "Are you waiting for me to feed you?" His flirty tone was tantalizing.

Anya was stunned because there were times he wasn't letting her grab food. He was a heartless man who had starved her many days. So his action of bringing her food gave her a feeling she couldn't describe.

'Feed!?' Zane, who kept his bag on the couch, clearly heard Alvin. He and Alvin already completed their lunch. So Zane ran up to Anya and leaped on his toes holding Anya's chair, "I will feed Mommy, I will feed Mommy." Although he never fed her a complete meal, he fed her a lot of times and his mother always liked it.

Alvin: "…"

He watched Young Mommy eating swiftly to get back to work. Little Brat poked the fork to the salad bowl and fed her occasionally.

Alvin felt like a third wheel and squinted his eyes at Little Brat who was sitting on the desk, with his back against him.

Alvin identified his invincible enemy - Little Brat.