Clash Of Hearts

5. 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

Chapter-5

Author's POV

Griffin's Mansion.

"Rose Matthew Menezes" he read her full name and knitted his brows.

Daughter of Matthew Menezes and Lily Collins Menezes.

Age: Twenty-three years.

Height: 5.6

Eye colour: Light Blue

Likes: Coffee ( Vintage Cafe) Arts and Paintings, Flowers.

Dislikes: -?

Born and raised in Mumbai, India. Matthew hails from India and Lily is from the Northern States.

Matthew has been working in a private company as a Team head for twenty years. Worked in Indian based branch for fifteen years and then promoted to States branch.

Lily died when Rose was Five years old.

Rose completed her schooling, pre-university and Degree (Bachelor of Science) in St. Pauls Mumbai and discontinued her Degree for six months.

She shifted to the Northern States with her father, Matthew Menezes,
since a year and a half ago.

Currently, she's pursuing a Masters in Science at Hunter's University.

" So she's is an Indian...?" Chase looked up at Denise, who nodded in response.

He thought for a brief moment before speaking.

" This still doesn't make sense!" Chase shook his head,

" How can she not recognise me? She is studying in Hunter's for god sake!!" he said in disbelief.

" Boss! It's only been eighteen months since she shifted here...! Maybe that's the reason she didn't recognise you!" Denise tried to reason, but Chase shook his head in disagreement.

Our family has been ruling this State for years...! How can she not recognise me!! He thought.

" What if she is our enemy..?" Chase was doubtful about Rose.

She's studying at Hunter's and yet she doesn't know me!? This is too good to be true! He concluded in his mind

" Keep an eye on her Denise...! " Chase ordered and Denise nodded.

With that, Denise left his study leaving Chase all alone in the world of his thoughts.

He picked up the photo and rested his head on the headrest of the chair. Looking at the photo intently, " Are you a spy...? Rose?" he asked, with a smile playing on his lips.

If people saw him talking like this they would think he's talking to a little kid. Because he never talked so gently with anyone. It's always orders and commands. That's how he is shaped.

" Too bad if you are a spy...! What a waste of such an alluring beauty...?" He gave a disappointed look, clicking his tongue in pure discontent.

" If my suspicions turn out to be true.., then you are good as dead!" he looked at the photo with an evil look.

" Too bad....you will experience hell on earth! I'll torture you so painfully that....you will beg for mercy...but I'll show none. You'll regret working for that son of a bitch!" his face hardened as he looked at the photo with anger. His deep voice reverberated in the quiet room.