(Author’s POV)
"Mr. Fabian Stephens will be in charge of the Larson mansion, in my stead," Chris stated calmly.
His declaration was t with raised eyebrows from all three Lycans that were present. Giving such a tedious position to soone who is still inexperienced and fully fit physically, they couldn’t help but be surprised by this decision. Plus, before their visit to Esteria, they had never heard of Fabian’s na before.
Dion was the first one to voice out his opinion on it, "Isn’t it quite a burdenso and challenging task, supervising the place where Vampire King is residing. Especially in current circumstances. Isn’t it too much for Mr. Stephens, who is still recovering from the drowning incident?"
"Thank you for your concern, but there is absolutely no burden on whatsoever. I am fit and fine as a fiddle. As for your other worry, Secretary Shadow has done a comndable job, taking care of Chairman Larson and the mansion so far, and I will follow in his footsteps," Fabian replied without any hitch.
Chris was a little taken aback by the words of comndation Fabian had just said about him. Most of the ti, they have been at odds, although it was mostly from Fabian’s side. Nevertheless, it was sothing he had not expected.
Dion arched his brow in amusent as he said, "It’s true, what Secretary Shadow has done for the Vampire Clan and the king so far is laudable. But filling in his shoes isn’t going to be easy. Plus, drawing any sort of comparison with Secretary Shadow wouldn’t be fair either. Although he is a human, he has been by Chairman Larson’s side for more than three decades. He knows the ins and outs, the dangers quite well." He was indirectly throwing shade at Fabian.
Chris interrupted, "I assure you about that, Young Alpha Dion. Mr. Stephens will ensure seamless operations regarding the mansion and the other related businesses. The master, as well as I, have utmost confidence in him and his capability."
"Ohh~ really ....? That’s interesting," Dion remarked, his eyes settled on Fabian, who was looking back at him. "Prof. Stephens, you must be overjoyed to see that they have so much belief in you. I hope you live upto it." He smiled in his signature, charming style and left it at that.
Dion was trying to observe Fabian closely. Fabian Stephens was acting all calm, no jittery feeling, nothing. But he found it quite unusual.
Normally, from what he had seen, when soone as powerless as he had been given such a responsibility, they were bound to feel hesitant and unsure. But this seemingly normal-looking human, he showed no sign of tentativeness.
He was impressed, as well as felt a bit odd about him. Sothing definitely was amiss.
Soon, Iris entered the living room, greeted them with a nod and stated, in a formal manner, "The Vampire King has woken up." After the brief eting last night, Jacob had once again fallen into a deep slumber. He had exerted a lot of strength, so they didn’t know when he would be able to wake up again.
Listening to Iris’s words, Fabian sprang up on his feet and asked excitedly, "He has awakened? Healer Hector, can I see him?" Ever since the plane crash, he has been dying to see his grandfather. He wanted to see with his own eyes whether he was fine or not. He wanted hear his voice once again. He wanted to feel his hand on his head.
Iris, in a rather detached voice, said, "He had ordered that he wishes to speak with you~ .... She paused deliberately, ~ .... keeping Fabian on the edge and then continued, "Young Alpha Brave, Young Alpha Dion, and Lycan princess, Nora."
His expectant gaze changed as a hint of sadness flashed across Fabian’s face, and this didn’t go unnoticed by Dion. Even Chris was relieved to know that Jacob had woken up, but his expression and body language differed from Fabian’s.
’This guy~ .... he is a peculiar one, Dio. I sense sothing fishy about him,’ Drey murmured inside his head.
’ too. It seems Anya will be working overti,’ he replied as he and others headed to Jacob’s chambers.
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In Oswald Mitchell’s office, the atmosphere was extrely serious and tense, almost ominous. Myra, Gavin, Nigel and his ruffian gang were standing in the middle of the room. While the others were all settled in their respective places.
Myra was sneaking glances at Alaric constantly, thinking, ’What’s with him? Why is he here? Isn’t he a busy man?’
"Ms. Miracle, please explain to the whole fiasco? What was happening at the campus gate?" Oswald, who was settled in his chair, asked her. His voice void of any emotion.
Myra was a bit startled but recovered fast. Alaric couldn’t help but chuckle seeing her reaction.
She told Prof. Mitchell what she had heard and what had transpired after that. When she finished, Hailey didn’t wait for Oswald’s permission and went on, "Are you going to listen to this two-faced girl and believe in her lies, Prof. Mitchell? She was the one who dared to shove first."
"Ms. Hailey Burton, did I permit you to open your mouth yet? Are you going to be so impudent, discarding my authority?" Oswald’s bone-chilling tone reverberated in the room. An eerie, dreadful feeling crept inside her as well as her friends. Although she lowered her head, she refused to utter even a single word of apology.
Oswald turned to Myra once again and questioned, "Was what Ms. Burton said true? Did you push her?"
Myra pursed her lips and said, "Yes, I did."
Nigel butted in this ti, saying, "See~ .... Professor. She admits her wrongdoing. She was the one who got physical first."
"Nigel Long, shut up before I throw you out of the room," Oswald was rciless. His words were sharp and edgy. Nigel, feeling wronged, took a glance at his mother, whose face was etched with restlessness as she shook her head, gesturing to him to just comply.
"I did push her, but it was only in self-defence. She was trying to hit Gavin, so I only retaliated," Myra stated calmly.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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