LUKE'S POV

"I asked you a question, Bart," I say, wondering what it could be. Was he taking drugs?

He gives a wide smile, "Nothing serious, sir." He replies, but I don't believe him. Naturally, Bart gave off an awkward vibe and his personality was negative. He always tried to play the good guy but any wise person could see through it. I don't believe him.

"I don't want you doing drugs or anything illegal in my home for that matter so get rid of whatever the hell it is you're on." I continue, "I need you to arrange a bouquet, a very huge bouquet of all the freshest flowers available and send them to my wife before noon, okay?" He nods.

He looks agitated and sweaty but I ignore it and leave. I had a long and interesting day ahead.

**

"Good morning, Mr. Carrington" A female staff says to me as I walk the grounds of Carrington Enterprises. I do not acknowledge her greeting, instead I keep on walking with my entourage behind me.

"Good morning, Mr. Carrington" a few other voices echo as I walk around past. I ignore and continue to walk sharply to my personal elevator.

shouts and I know who it is almost immediately. "Your coffee" the voice says and I turn to look. "Extra

take a sip of my coffee as I enter the elevator. Alex, my ever faithful and always efficient secretary and personal assistant. She was an orphan,

says. I acknowledge her with a nod. Apart from Alex, Jordan was

the files on my desk. Associates with Caplan Limited, Merger with Devan Textiles, Copper Industries Board Shares and most importantly, the one that makes me grind my

to keep her name high up in the ranks of the elite. All I had to do was replace a supposed bidding agreement with transfer documents and in the blink of an eye, she had unknowingly signed off their fortune to me. It was illegal, but there was no way to prove that I acquired the properties with fraudulent means. It was my word against

I'm on it." Alex says as I explain what I needed her to do. I look at my wristwatch; it was a minute after twelve. I call home. Emmanuelle picks,

wife eat something already?" I ask. She doesn't reply and I become alert. I get up,

asking you a

breathes heavily, "Well, the lady isn't in the manor.

call. Just a few hours away, and she'd escaped again. This girl wasn't going to give up so easily. I had

was to check Natalie's room- see if there was any clue. My blood boiled knowing that the only place she would've gone to was wherever

anger hit me. I was angered because she had blatantly refused my ring, and again, calm, because if she didn't take the ring it meant

the hunch. I pick my cell from my jacket and place

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