The Woman From Hell

"Right, the Wagners agreed with us easily, but you haven't been able to convince the Zekes. Why do you think that is?"

Gareth should obviously be furious about his beloved woman being forced to death by Silas, but he was doing nothing and chose to bear it. None of this made sense. I also found this confusing and asked Tyler to send someone to look into it. We had not gotten any results yet, though.

The moment I was thinking this, Tyler called.

"Ty."

"You asked me to look into Gareth Zeke the last time. For the most part, his life revolved around the company and his family. He's also usually alone. We didn't find anything else." "He lives only between two points. I'll pay a visit to his house, then."

There might be some clues to be discovered.

I was also ready to be open and honest this time.

Come weekend, I brought along some gifts with me when I went to Gareth's home. Although he earned a lot, his residence was quite simple. It was just a simply decorated two-story. "Could I trouble you to inform the host that Wanda Lane from Green Orange is here to visit?"

"Sure."

I waited outside the door for a bit before the housekeeper came back. "Please come in, Miss Lane."

The housekeeper led me into the living room. It was huge but did not contain many things and looked barren.

Gareth was sitting on the sofa, reading a magazine. I walked up to him. "A good weekend to you, President Zeke. You look quite leisurely."

He did not even look up at me and just replied breezily, "You, even more so, seeing as you have the time to pay me a visit, President Lane."

I pursed my lower lip and handed everything to the housekeeper before taking a seat to one side. "Oh, what are you saying, President Zeke? My visit is actually plenty sincere."

Gareth finally put down the

magazine and looked at me. There

was a polite smile on his face. "I welcome simple visits, but if you're here to talk to me about the alliance, Miss Lane, then I'm sorry, but I'm not interested."

It looked like we still could not get straight to the point.

I looked around, and my eyes locked on the wooden shelf not far away. "You still enjoy collecting things, President Zeke?" I got up and went to the shelf. There were a lot of

crafts on it that looked like they were handmade. They were beautiful.

"Don't touch them."

Gareth came over and warned me.

These things must be important to him.

I admired them and suddenly recalled seeing a lot of handcrafted items in the room my mother once lived in back at the Yards' mansion. Could these collections be my mother's work? Gareth looked at these things like they were treasures. They were probably keepsakes from my mother.

"They must be important to you."

Gareth was stunned, but it was obvious he did not want to admit it. "No, they're just for décor. I don't like people touching them after they've been displayed so neatly."

"Is that so turned around and

looked at these items closely with a

smile on my lips. "I can tell that

they're precious to you, though.

They're probably things your old friend left behind, no? Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

I emphasized the words 'old friend.'

This was what he said the first time we met.

Gareth eyed me, his expression suddenly shifting. "I have some matters to deal with later. You should leave, President Lane."

"You're already chasing me away so soon? Looks like I've stepped on a landmine." I raised a brow at him.

His gaze was as sharp as a knife. "Just what do you know exactly?" Gareth approached me and gripped my arm forcefully, his gaze turning fierce.

I met his eyes without any fear, my smile not diminishing. "What if I say I know everything?"