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Chapter 87: Turning Back

Chapter 87: Turning Back

*Fedor’s POV*

There were times I have thought about killing people if not for the minor inconvenience of prison or death, I would have gone through with the act but none had come close to the hatred and fury I felt for Jarum, I could not understand how anyone could be so callous and prideful. I wanted to strangle him with his beard, and use his tie to choke the life out of him. I had never seen that defeated look in Chief’s eyes, I recognized that look and it broke my heart to see someone as strong as he was get hurt from a man like Jarum. He deserved so much better, I hurt for him, for what he believed were wasted efforts, I did not grow up trying to get anyone’s validation so I could not pretend to understand what he was going through, I might have been on my own but I did not have to live according to anyone’s whims but my own. I saw how much Jarum had meant to him, he had respected this man that had done nothing but use and lie to him. I was so sorry that I could not do anything to take away his ache, God! I wanted to burn him to the ground, I could not imagine what it felt like to have grown under a man like him.

“Wealthy obsessed woman, Queen?” He raised his brow, as he tried to recollect himself. I kissed him on the cheek as we walked inside.

“Yeah, unless there is more than one of them.”

He laughed, the warehouse had changed; it had more things in it than before and I recognized the materials; “What is happening here?”

“Research.” He said in a tone that made me suspect he was up to something.

“That’s a lot of Numite,” Then I bent to carry one; “This is not Numite, it’s that stuff in your house.” I frowned and looked at him; “what are you doing?”

“Finally doing the right thing. Better late than never;” George popped out from one of the rooms, he looked ruffled with his folds and glasses. He sighed deeply as he took me in, I might have become desensitized to beautiful people because of Chief but I could admit that he looked good, “You are a sight for sore eyes.” He told me as he kissed both my cheeks.

“George!”

“One and only. I thought this was a secret project unless secret does in involve her.”

“I was not thinking when I drove here.” Chief replied, he got a clean chair for me to sit in and got into his work clothes, I saw that the other room that had his awards and other projects the last time I was here had been changed into more of what I would describe as a manufacturing space.

I crossed my legs and decided not to ask any questions yet, George looked at Chief in concern; “You… not thinking? That is odd; you good?”

“Jarum…” Song said.

“Ahhh… Yeah, he would do that to anyone. I don’t get why you don’t cut him off; you have the patience of a saint.” George shook his head as he went back to whatever he was doing.

Song held my hand as he took me to small corner, “Change into this please, I need you to help with slicing these pieces.”