His Devious Rule

Another night passed without a glimpse of Alvin or a word from him. Was he punishing himself or her?

But Anya had no time to fret over it. As soon as she found the details of banknotes, with the cops, she reached every place interrogating about the money they might have given to somebody.

Sometimes they were misdirected, some were just connecting from one person to another. It was evening when Anya stood in front of the Hale family business company.

The cops around her could feel the murderous air around her. The entire day she mixed with them so smoothly, now it felt like she felt like a new person.

Anya couldn't believe Flora could fall so cheap. Any sensible person could understand and back away, what was this woman doing? What had her son ever done to her?

While interrogating and searching for the culprit, she strongly expected to connect with Gianna. Not the fiance of Flora Dalton. Gianna had a motive but Flora?

Was Flora thinking that she would get Alvin by killing their son?

She regretted not understanding Flora's obsession. Facing the cops, "Find where Logan's secretary has left the country? Bring him back. Prepare arrest warrant for Logan Hale and Flora Dalton."

Flora Dalton? Who was this other person? The cops looked at each other.

She was taking a step away when she offered, "I will cover the expenses of your foreign visit to bring Logan's secretary. Better find out and leave tonight." On the surface, she sounded generous, but she had no time to waste waiting.

The captain asked in confusion, "Aren't we questioning President Hale?" How did she confirm without interrogating?

Anya walked away as she responded, "His fianceè is obsessed over my boyfriend."

The cops: "..."

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Anya displayed her identity card and entered the building without any trouble. After reaching the top floor, her speed lowered. There were no employees but the men who greeted her.

She rushed inside the office room. Alvin was sitting on the armchair crossing his legs, his expression reminding her of a grim reaper, dark and dangerous.

Logan was on his knees quivering like a drenched puppy in the cold. His clothes were unkempt and his face had the bruises of attack.

On the floor, there was a worm struggling to move. Flora's hands were tied on her back so that she doesn't remove the tape from her mouth.

However, Anya's eyes were on Alvin. Where was he? What did he do the previous day? Was he avoiding her or been out at work? There were many questions.

Rob greeted her, "Ms. Owen." But he didn't get her attention. Anyway, he reported to her, "Mr. Matthews doubted Flora Dalton, eventually linked to Logan Hale. His and his secretaries' actions in the past days are suspicious. We were only able to fetch security footage in which Logan Hale's secretary was traveling with a money bag."

However, they had no concrete evidence to prove their acts. Without that, those two could slip off the law easily. "Logan Hale is ready to confess." More like blame on Flora Dalton. "His secretary will be here by the morning." His men in country D were bringing the secretary.

'Law?' If Anya wanted the law to punish them, she wouldn't be standing there.

Alvin didn't meet her eyes even once, making her angrier at Flora. She fished her mobile to drop a message to the captain and stop them from the trouble.

At the same time, she instructed Rob, "File a complaint against Flora Dalton with the video evidence Ean has. Make James Brown the witness. I want her behind the bars."

As for the two companies and their families who would try to protect them, she was going to ruin them.

By the end of her words, Anya entered the bathroom in the office. Flora's struggles and Logan's sniffles filled the room.

When Anya returned, she grabbed a handful of Flora's hair and dragged her into the bathroom. Although Rob and Alvin didn't go inside or take a peek, they easily guessed what was going to happen there.

They were right, Anya pulled the tape from Flora's mouth and heard Flora try to scream, "You f*cking…"

Anya had cold impassiveness without a hint of kindness. There was no mercy when she pressed Flora's head into the water of the bathtub. Thanks to an ensuite facility.

Flora tried to fight back but it was of no use. Every second sent waves of throbbing pain through her chest. It was exhausting and she felt sick, but there seemed to be nothing She could do about it. Her struggle and effort bore no fruits.

Her vision went blurry as tears filled their eyes in the water. Biting the pain was barely an option as an agonizing burst of pain seemed to crush her chest.

Was Anya really going to kill her? That thought alone was enough to get her heart racing faster in panic.

She lost her breath, and water went to her lungs, just when she thought she was dying, Anya pulled her away causing her to cough the water and struggle to breathe.

Anya had no words for Flora. She had given her a chance and warned her to stay away. But Flora touched her bottom line. Anya wouldn't forgive the ones who intentionally scratch her son.

How will she accept Flora's attempt to kill her son?

She just wished to live her life without being troubled or troubling others. From the looks of it, Alvin's method was right. Getting rid of trouble was better than keeping them far. You never know when they will attack.

"You-"

Before Flora could utter more than that, Anya drowned her again. Flora tried to resist with all her strength but Anya was just too strong. Just when she would give up, Anya would heartlessly bring her out to let her breathe.

And the cycle repeated until Alvin took Anya away from Flora who fainted.

Looking at Logan, Anya was itching to break his every bone. She didn't know how Flora was able to convince him, Doesn't he have his brain to judge? Instead of stopping Flora, was he foolish to think of hurting a little boy just to appease Flora?

Anya was about to stride toward Logan, Alvin tugged her back and buried her in his arms. She punched him twice on his back before wrapping her arms around his waist.

She silently sniffled holding back tears. Beating them or sending them to prison, or torturing them, nothing felt enough to heal her from the incident. She hoped Zane could leave it behind and move on.

After it felt like an eternity, Alvin finally spoke without a hint of emotion, "Let Rob take care of them. We will go home." She doesn't have to hurt herself to handle the scums. When she didn't retort, he pulled her away from his arms, held her hand, and went out.

Anya followed Alvin out of the office room, then building, and stayed silent in the car. Even Alvin stayed mute as he drove to the Oasis mansion.

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At the Oasis mansion,

"Momma…" Zane ran over holding a painting. His eyes fell on Alvin but smugly looked back at his mother without showing his contentment.

As though every thought and negativity washed away, Anya smiled, spreading her arms to embrace her son. She was amused looking at the painting of a tree that looked too good for five years old to paint.

"My Baby has improved so much."

Zane hugged her neck and pointed behind her at a tree on a lawn, "Momma, it's that tree." And the painting was his homework.

Alvin went upstairs, confusing Zane. He used to fight with Alvin for Anya's attention. Did something happen? He wondered.

Before Anya could look at the tree, Zane asked, "Momma, is Mr. Matthews upset?"

For a second she thought to lie as Alvin was exhausted. Then went against her thoughts. Zane should also know about his father too.

Anya hummed as she simplified for him to understand, "Alvin has done a bad thing without his awareness. So he is blaming himself."

Her over-smart son deduced accurately, "Is it me?"

Displeased, Anya pulled his chubby cheeks, "How are you a mistake? You are the best part of my life."

Zane's face turned bright red. He whined at the stinging pain and yammered, "Momma, Momma…"

Anya let go of him and stood up, pretending to be angered by him, hiding her heartache. Nevertheless, Zane tugged her jacket, "Then Momma, you should explain that it wasn't a crime but a mistake."

Anya: "..."

Her son was right. Rather than waiting for Alvin to accept, she should rather help him see it from a different perspective.

Anyway, why didn't her son's words fit his age?

Anya carried Zane up and looked at him from top to toe, "Who are you? Why did you possess my baby's body?" She sounded serious and suspicious.

Zane held back from laughing. He countered smugly, "Because your baby is intelligent."

"Oh ho, narcissist."

"Next time, I will possess you because I love you." He used his sweet tongue to melt his mother's anger.