My Assassin's Void Heart

Chapter 46: CHAP 46 : DARTHON LIQUIR

* FATHOM COMPANY *

Gossips and murmurs were heard all around the company. "He's still here working?? His dad just died

right?". "Isn't that a bit too harsh??". "Maybe he's just working to forget his sadness??", and so on, the

gossips went.

"Sis in law?" a familiar voice rang as they turn around to see a greeting Kristan. "Shut your mouth, and

she'll never be your sister in law" Evalyn glares, Kristan nervously laughing.

"Well off we go, come on Fae" she says as her friend follows along. Staring at them go, he glared at all

the workers, immediately shushing their lousy gossips shut.

Done with his business, he went towards the elevator as he passed each working floor, silence

accompanying him. "Ding!" the elevator alarmed as it opened.

Walking, he proceeded to where his friend's office is. Opening the door, "Your cutie patootie Kristan is

here" he boorishly teased. Closing the door behind him, he saw his friend doing all the paperworks as

always.

"What do you want? Problems at your company?" Liam asked. "Nope, but your company, yes" he

answered, sitting on the couch, making himself at home.

"If you're not gonna work, I'll report you" Liam dead pan stated, still concentrating on his work. "That's

mean... Aren't you gonna shush those stupid rumors going around?" Kristan asks, staring at him,

hugging the pillow on the couch.

"I already have my assistant do it. You won't be hearing them after you go out" he answered, flipping NôvelDrama.Org © content.

pages. "You're not gonna let him have a funeral?" he asks, yawning. "It seems like you're so eager to

bury him" Liam exclaims, causing his friend to silently chuckle.

"Nah, in fact I'm also happy he's gone. Where do you want to eat lunch later?" he asks, Liam finally

stopping his work and looking at him. "Are you that bored? Do you want me to create problems at your

company?" he glared, Kristan pouting.

"I'm just running away, please defend me brother" he sighs. "Marriage again? How many times has it

been this week??" Liam asks, going back to his work. "Dude, you can never count. What's with the "We

want grandchildren already" nagging. I can marry when I want to" he rants.

"If you go back to your office and work, I can hold off those nags for 2 weeks" Liam bargained, and

without a second thought, he could hear his friend standing up.

"Without a doubt sir, I'll be going. Sorry for the disturb!" and with that, the man was gone, happily

running his way through his company.

~*~*~*~*~

"Everyone, I'm so sorry for the urgency but the president said we'll have to rush this project by 3 pm"

the manager immediately distributed the paperworks as groans of complaints were heard.

"Looks like we have to complete this first" Evalyn sighs, Fae sitting back down, taking ths papers and

started working.

~*~*~*~*~

"Master, do you think he killed his own subordinate??" Jax asks, looking through the dark alley.

"Possibly, you know how crazy that bastard is" Zion answered, and in an instant, he found himself

dodging.

"Hm... I see you're still the same sensitive person as ever" a mysterious man appeared in front of the

duo, face covered with a mask, dressed in pure black.

"Quite the greeting, Darthon Liquir" Zion glared, the man named Darthon chuckling. "Did you kill Jason

Ghate??" Jax asked. "And if I say yes? Man, he was one of a dead ass coward. I just wanted him to do

a certain mission and he gets scared, what a chicken" he scoffs.

"What suddenly brought you here, meeting us so suddenly" Jax glared. "Because, I'm so upset" his

voice suddenly darkening. "I killed your daughter because I wanted to take over you without any

problems... And then here you are adopting another problem??" Darthon shrugged, Zion clenching his

fists, trying to stay calm.

"So she's your target now huh" Jax growled, ready to fight. "Of course, after all she's your daughter. It

can't hurt to recreate that scene from years ago rig- woah!" the man backed away, Zion stopping at

nothing and continuing to attack him.

"Boy, calm down" Darthon laughed. "Bang!" with great reflex, he barely dodged the bullet, but his arm

was grazed. "What a rude, old friend" Darthon sighed, before running off.

"Don't you dare" Zion growled, he and Jax running after their target.