Book TRK
Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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He looked taken aback as his eyes took in my furious expression. “Sydney,” he reiterated and the sound of his voice repeating my name had seriously started
to irritate me.
“Where is Joel?”
His l*ps seemed to wobble for a while before he was able to get his words out. “How did you get here?” Then his brows creased and his eyes softened as he took a step forward toward me. He pointed at the door behind me, “For how long were you behind that door, Sydney?” His eyes searched mine, probing, “What did you hear just now?” He started to stride toward me after he asked the
last question.
I raised my palm in the air to stop him. He instantly halted his strides and con- cern and confusion swirled in his gaze as they met mine.
“Sydne-” he started, but I couldn’t bear to hear my name from his l*ps one more
time.
“Can you stop saying my name and just tell me where the f**k Joel is?” My words burst out hotly, fueled by frustration, anger and hurt.
“Why do you want to see Joel? Is there any problem?” His gaze was soft and his voice was calm, but it grated on my nerves.
Oh God. I wanted to pull my hair tight and scream, to let out all the pent–up emo- tions currently clawing at my insides. Or perhaps I should lift one of these wood-
en chairs and hurl it at him.
“I need to see him! Where is he?” My voice was coated with the anger boiling in
1. me.
He regarded me with a steady, assessing gaze and it felt like an eternity before he finally parted his l*ps to speak in a measured tone. “I believe he should be at the Mili bar right now,” he said then quickly added, “What do you need from
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him?”
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I clenched my jaw and I felt the frustration boiling inside me. With deliberate in- tent, I ignored his question and turned on my heel, and the sound of my foot- steps echoed off the polished floors of the study. I stormed towards the heavy oak door, my hand trembling with anger as I reached for the handle. With a quick, forceful motion, I yanked the door open and stormed out. The resounding slam of the door echoed through the hall.
As I stomped down the hallway, the sound of Rose’s outburst echoed, disrupt- ing the serene atmosphere of the house. Her voice, loud and whining, carried down the hallway, filled with
resentment. “Mark! Have you seen this now? Did you see the way your wife regarded me?. Did you see the way she just ignored me? I don’t exist to her. I never have!”
There was a moment of silence and I could catch the muffled sound of Mark’s voice. He was probably responding to Rose. But it didn’t last long before Rose’s voice rose again, “I don’t care! I don’t care, Mark! No matter the reason, you have
to divorce her. No one would dare kick you out of the board. She has to leave
our family…”
Her words gradually drifted away as I moved farther away from the study.
Why was I even angry? I thought, mad at myself, as I swiftly descended the
stairs. I should’ve known I was being used. Just like how dad and mom had
used me to get into the Torres family when their beloved daughter fled with her lover. I should have known Mark also had a reason, apart from his damned repu- tation, for refusing to sign the divorce papers. He was using me to secure his po- sition in GT Group.
I reached downstairs, walked past the hulky security guard and got into my car, slightly wincing as I slammed the door too hard. I sped off the Torres family. mansion and went straight for the Mili bar. It was a good thing it was Luigi’s bar and I already knew where it was located. It would have been daunting if I had to start asking for directions with the anger boiling within me right now.
1 veered sharply into the cramped space of Mili Bar’s parking lot. The tires
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screeched against the pavement as my foot hastily slammed down on the brakes and I narrowly averted colliding into the car looming behind me.
Even during the day, the bar was packed and I briefly wondered if they were here because they were jobless. I felt their curious eyes on me as I stopped in the middle of the bar and scanned the area. None of them looked like the pic- ture I saw on Grace’s phone or the image of Joel I still had in my memory.
Then it occured to me that someone like Joel, someone in Mark’s circle of friends, wouldn’t be down here but at the VIP section. I looked up the tinted glass of the section. The heads of the people there leaked out above the rail- ings just beside the entrance.
I rushed past the two bulky men who had permanent scowls on their faces and seemed to be manning the entrance and up the short stairs. And there he was.
The retarded bastard.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see one of the men. “You’re not al-
lowed here,” he stated simply but moved back to his position after he looked
above my head.
I turned back to Joel who had his arms wrapped around…
I squinted at the lady clinging to his side, a huge smile on her face. I knew her. Sandra. She was Bella’s friend; Bella was always with her. What was she doing with Joel? Well, I didn’t come here for
her.
I stopped when my gaze dropped on her n*eck. But I did come for the n*ecklace on her n*eck. It was exactly the one I had custom made for Grace. So she wasn’t just a whore but also a thief. I’ll get to her later, first I needed to show this douchebag and bastard called Joel a lesson.
I switched my gaze to the man I was here for. I felt my hand tremble and I clenched it as my anger boiled within me even more when he bent his head and k*ssed Sandra on the l*ps. Then he turned to me, “Sydney,” he started, his eyes first taking me in my appearance as he eyed me from head to toe, “Why are you here?” He curved a proud brow, “Are you here for Mark?” He paused for my re- sponse but when I gave none, he shrugged, “As you can see, he isn’t here. You
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My ch*st felt tight with anger as I glowered at him, thinking of the best way to rip his tongue out of his m*uth and make him gulp it.
He shrugged, “If you don’t mind waiting I could give him a call.” He said noncha- lantly and tipped his chin at the chair opposite him, “You can sit there while your wait,” he said dismissively and turned to Sandra.
The nerve!
“She’s a bit unusual,” I heard him say to Sandra and she giggled and replied, “I
know, babe.”
I had intended to just give him a big piece of my mind and threaten to report him to the authority if he didn’t apologize to Grace but right now, I was too furi- ous to even let out one coherent word talkless of conveying a big piece of my mind.
Irritated and further agitated, I furiously looked around me. I stomped to the table nearest to me and the occupants of the table – two ladies cowered as I ap- proached. I disregarded them and snatched a beer bottle from the numerous bottles before them.
I strode over to him. His attention was still solely on Sandra. He didn’t even act a tad bit remorseful. He, somehow, scratched my friend’s face and broke her heart. How dare he put my friend in a hospital bed while he is here lounging away with another woman.
“Bastard!” I called. He took his time, smiling at a giggling Sandra and then just as he turned with that stupid smile on his face, I smashed the bottle on his head.
The content of the bottle smeared his hair and trickled down his face and the broken pieces scattered everywhere. I could hear the gasps and bridled screams in the background as my blood pulsed through my veins, my grip tight- ened on the lid of the bottle that remained in my grasp.
Every trace of humor wiped from his face as he let out an agonizing shout and
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slumped on the floor. His hand gripped his head and blood trickled down his temple and mixed with the beer already in his hair. Sandra’s eyes bulged out as she screamed and held Joel. “You crazy
woman!” Her hair whipped around her face as she jerked her head to look at me, “What the f**k was that for?!”
She then scrambled to her feet, her brows deeply creased and she screamed, “I would have you thrown in jail!” Then she turned to the men there, “What are you still doing?! Seize her!”
“Don’t you even dare!”
I blinked as his voice sliced through the tense air, sharp and commanding, causing heads to swivel in the direction the voice had come from. Before I could turn to see who it was, his sturdy stance and jet–black hair filled my vi- sion as he squarely positioned himself between me and a fuming Sandra.
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