~~Arthur's PoV~~
I dropped them on a random floor. Anything can happen up there. She will be safer there.
The elevator stopped at the sixty-first floor, where Carolina was waiting for us. Carolina is the daughter of my father's friend. We went to the same academy.
"What took you so long? The builder left a while ago," she said, looking at me.
"He left without meeting me." I was amazed. That is not something your employee would do. Leaving before meeting the boss.
"It's a trap," I smirked. I smelled it from a mile away. There was no traffic on my way here and no patrolling cars.
"Text them to leave the building," I told Andrew.
"Who?" Carolina asked.
"My wife and Paul," I said, taking my gun out.
"She is here?" She is asking me more questions than usual.
"None of your business," I said. It's annoying when people ask too many questions. She crossed her arms, staring at me.
"This is the attitude that got you in trouble in childhood," she said.
Instantly I fired a bullet that passed her ear by an inch.
She smirked, looking at me.
She is still the same. I thought she would change a little after losing her inheritance to her brother, but no, insouciant as ever.
"Say that again. This time bullet would pass through your skull," I said, tilting my head a little to the left.
"My brother said hello," she said, laughing loudly. Of course, he did. After all, I stole this building from him.
"He won't blow up the building, will he?" I asked. Fin is a psychopath. There is no guarantee to what he will do.
"No, he loves me," she said with confidence. That is true. He loves her.
"Enough of small talk," I said.
"Got your gun, or you need me to lend you one," I asked. She is close to being penniless. Her brother took everything from her to tie her down. Her brother is a complete control freak.
"I only lost my mother's, my father's wealth is still untouched," she said, taking her gun out from her ankle.
Her brother cheated her out of their mother's heritage. She put everything she got into this building. She is my partner. This building is her last lifeline. If she loses this, she is a puppet in his hands.
While we were planning our strategy, I saw my wife stumbling, walking towards me.
I ran to her before she collapsed on the ground.
"What are you doing here alone? Where is Paul? I asked him to take you home," I asked.
""There.... There were...." she was struggling with breathing. I rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.
I think Paul got caught.
"Calm down," I said. She probably used the staircase instead of the elevator. Smart move but dumb in her case.
"They caught Paul," she said. My suspicions were true.
I signalled my men to load their weapons and contact others to scan the building.
"Carolina, do me a favour. Stay with her," I said, looking at her. She gave me a small nod.
I immediately entered the elevator. Andrew and my other two men went by the staircase to floor fifty-nine. Meanwhile, I and a few went to floor fifty.
Three on floor fifty-nine and five on floor fifty.
The elevator doors opened, and I found everyone dead. Paul did his work flawlessly as always.
We heard gunshots. That must be Andrew's work. He can never be quite like Paul. He always wants make himself audible.
We regrouped and went back to Carolina and my wife.
Carolina was helping her walk. Her fragile body is her biggest vulnerability.
I picked her up.
"Can you please not pick me up every time," she retorted.
"Your deeds force me," I replied. I have no hobby of lifting women in my hands. It's her ignorant actions that force me.
We got in the car.
She was crying that her legs felt numb. Having no choice, I gave her a massage. After all, she did it out of friendship with Paul. She is too kind for her own good.
The driver drove to the mansion.
"Who is she?" My wife asked me.
"She, who?" Is she asking me about Carolina?
"The one who helped me," she asked in a low voice, biting the end of her lower lip.
"Carolina, my friend," I replied. She can be called a friend. She is better than William. Her presence doesn't annoy me like his does.
"Oh," she said. Did that woman say something bizarre to her? Carolina has a habit of saying odd things to people, especially strangers.
I dropped her in our room and left. I have a very important call to make to Carolina's brother, Fin.
"Hello, Fin, how did you like my gift?" I asked. I sent him, his men's dead bodies.
"I loved it. I will return your generosity soon," he replied. He sounded serious.
"Eagerly looking forward," I said cheerfully. Friendly wars now and then to polish our skills, doesn't hurt.
"Stay away from my sister. I heard you got married. If I ever see you lingering close to her, I swear on Satan, I will murder you," he said. He was definitely angry. He hung up.
I laughed my heart out. I hate that bastard William. He is the root cause of most of my troubles.
I was not in love with Carolina, it was William. Everyone misunderstood that I and Carolina were a thing.
William and Carolina were always at each other's throats, so when that photo circulated in the academy, everyone thought it was us both, and no one suspected them.
Those jackasses didn't care and took advantage of it. They thought it was for the better. There was no way Fin would ever accept William as his sister's husband. Fin is a bit old school.
As usual, I didn't care to address rumours because it's a nuisance. People talk because they can talk.
"Capo, Damien Bianchi is seeking permission to meet young lady Rebecca," Andrew informed.
"No," I bluntly refused.
I am not going to let him use my sister. He will stay away from her, and I won't allow him to play with her feelings.
William opened my study doors with a bang. This idiot is here again. I am tired.
"You met her," he asked with a bright sparkle in his eyes like an ugly puppy.
"I did," I said with no interest in having this conversation with him.
"Did she ask about me?" He is in for a disappointment.
"No," I said, flipping pages of my files. I just wish I disappeared from here right this second. He is going to start his drama. How did she fall for this idiot?
"She didn't even mention me through her eyes," he asked, banging his hands on my desk.
I threw my pen at his head. He caught it.
"Can you go whine to Rebecca? She will be willing to console you," I said.
He and Rebecca have a consoling club. Marcus was a part of it, too. They give heartbreak therapies. Insane souls.
"Good idea," he rushed out of my study.
Thank god!
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