Finding Rhegitt Strife

Thirty Six

Note: It's the same night when Rhegitt left the party.

Rhegitt's POV

Calypso landed in one of the private airport that the Strife owned in New York.
I wasn't really planning to come here tonight, but I'm thinking to. To take care of some business.

I guess plans don't really go according to what you want. Just like the talk with Lord Mikael. I thought he'd be angry that I was spewing nonsense. Instead, he went immediately to Akira and almost hugged the life out of her.

Well, it was chaos. At least for me. Lord Mikael had too many questions to ask me and Akira during that night. I guess Lord Mikael was really excited.

Of course, half of Akira's life was hidden from him. It was a touching moment for the two of them. I provided Lord Mikael the proof of Akira being his granddaughter. He even told me not to bother, Akira had his late son's eyes. That's why he must saw his son in his granddaughter.

Enough about them. That just sums up what happened on that night. I was on my way to changing my dress into designer's casual clothes. I was just really planning to cool my thoughts down.

After I'm done changing, Harold greeted me outside. "I'll borrow a car."

"What? Where are you going?"

"Just, somewhere." He sighed.

He knew better. Either he let me off the hook or I'll run away again. He chose the former. The latter would always be a pain in his ass. I chuckled at the thought.

He went down from the plane with me. We were greeted by Lance and the other trusted men of Harold.

"Book a hotel if you want. Or get drunk. Just do your thing."

Denver and Polo looked at me like I was going crazy.

"Come on guys, we're in New York."

"I'd gladly accept it, if we were in Miami." Denver chuckled.

"I agree with him, Lady Rhegitt." Polo said.

"You guys are so stiff. Loosen up a bit." I told them.

"Just go." Harold waved me off, I just nod.

"Suit yourself."

I went to a car that was parked nearby. Every private airport has a vacant car just parked in the hangar, in case we needed one. I revved the engine and brought it to life. I immediately drove away from the airport, and wander the city. Harold let me off, because they'll just be at my tail.

They don't want to repeat the same thing again. Not that I mind that they're following me. Harold really knew me well, he just let me off because I needed some time alone. I couldn't be alone in L.A. and I'm sure of that.

That's why tonight, I flew here.

I just didn't know why I mentioned New York. It's probably because this is the city that never sleeps. Or because the American dream everyone dreams about are mostly happening here.

But they thought wrong. The beautiful city might've fool the foreigners, but the truth is its also tainted just like any other prospering cities.

Just like my life.

Everyone thought that being a Strife is the most amazing thing. It would've been, if it weren't for the illegal things my grandfather is doing.

I may look perfect from anyone's perspective, because I've got it all. But no, I'm not normal. I possess a high IQ, an intelligence everybody might've been dreaming of. A rich that could compete to some aristocrats, and looks that could charm any other person. I'm not bragging, but I'm stating facts here.