My 419 Nightmare

43. The War, Begins

"I don't know they would use her on me."

Our pregnant chef is once again sitting on the island in the kitchen, lovingly munching on his banana pancakes, as his lover, embracing him from behind, feeding him.

Still feeling sore from their last night, erm, early morning activity, Kit would sometimes shift his weight on the seat around. This doesn't escape the attention of the devil, as Ming would massage his lower back as he eats.

Kit glance a quick thanks, smiling for him, before he continues to devour the hearty breakfast in front of him.

"Then the baby?" The devil asked.

"As far as I know it's not mine. Plus..."
The angel flutters his eyes shyly, facing the other way, before continuing lowly, "You are my first."

The devil drops a peck on his angel's neck loving, before he continues,
"What do you think they are planning to do? They should know that the baby is not yours, or did you think the woman lie to them?"

The angel pondered upon this, letting his lover spoon fed him another bite. Munching slowly, he replies back.

"Lynn did try to blackmail me about the baby once. But since it was so easy to get a DNA test, she failed. I'm sure Dada knows that baby is not mine. I mean, it wouldn't escape his notice that she was sleeping around behind my back."

"You didn't know it before?"

"I trust her, so didn't do any check on her. Same like you, I trusted you. Who would have known..."

Kit let the word hang as he continues to finish his breakfast. The devil feels guilty, but he silently endures it, embracing his angel from behind.

Far for their home, in a lavish hotel, a grand hall has been decorated, nicely and professionally. The raised platform has a long table, with a few seats behind them. In front of them, numbers of long tables, with microphones on it, fills up the hall. There is a large banner, showcasing to the world what is happening there.

Press Conference of The Wedding of The Innochtare's Heir.

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Kit's POV

It's today.

The Innochtare are planning to have a live PC regarding my marriage.

Scoff.

I need to know what they are planning. There must be something up in their sleeve if they are willing to do that. A live PC.

Dada, what are you trying to do now?

After persuading Ming to let me handle this by my own, I leave his house and drive straight to my restaurant. I've called up Beam and Phana. Thankfully, they have some time to spare.

Right now, I'm waiting for them in my office. It's half an hour to 12 p.m. Another 30 minutes, before the press conference begins.

I ran multiple scenarios in my head, thinking, what I would do if I'm Dada. I'm trying to apprehend his train of thought. I would always do this, before, thinking that this will make me a better heir, a better leader. But now, it only serves to counter his attack.

Who would have known, I would think of him, my grandfather, my family, as my enemy.

"Hey, we're coming in."

This breaks my train of thought. I turn toward the open door, which Beam and Phana have enters. Little that I know, they are bringing some others too.