"What was his na again?" Gwen mumbled under her breath racking her mory. "Young...yes, Taylor young. That was the na her mother said."
Although Gwen never saw him again after that incident, she was still impressed that soone so audacious could challenge Alia's monster of a husband.
Adjusting the top button of her blazer jacket to reveal more skin, Gwen's broadened her smile as the man ca closer to her.
"Mr Young," Gwen called out as the man walked past her as though he didn't notice her.
Tyler grinned devilishly, a wicked glint flashing across his shaded eyes as he halted, slowly turning his head around to assess the chubby woman in front of him.
His sophisticated and commanding aura made Gwen tremble a little as she added.
"Taylor Young, am I right?"
"And who is asking?" Tyler slowly took off his glasses, the chilliness in his sharp gaze dropping the already cold temperature around them.
"Miss Gwen Shawls." She stretched her right hand towards him, her composure crumbling under his belittling gaze.
Tyler sized her up with his cold gaze pretending not to know her from Adams.
"Do I know you?"
"We haven't t officially, but I recognize you from a fashion show I attended back in the day. You were with my step-sister on that fateful day. Does it ring a bell?"
Tyler let out an impatient sigh. "Can you be more specific?"
Gwen slowly brought down her hand, the re thought of ntioning Alia's na irking her to the bone.
"Does the na, Alia Shawls now Alia Anderson ring a bell."
"Wait a minute, are you trying to say you are related to my business partner, Alia Anderson, the daughter of Senator Gregory Shawls?" Tyler pretended to be amazed, the initial coldness in its eyes morphing into bewildernt.
'He is still a business partner with Alia! This is good news. If I can penetrate him, I can use him against the b*tch.' Gwen bead inwardly. She hesitated to his earlier question, almost biting her tongue as she replied,
"Yes. Alia Anderson is my elder sister, and Senator Gregory Shawls is my father."
"Incredible. It's my pleasure to et you, Miss Gwen." Tyler forrly extended his hand towards her, which she shook proudly, grinning from cheek to cheek.
"But the na is Tyler Young and not Taylor Young. Taylor is the na of my father."
"Oops... my mistake." Gwen chuckled sweetly, her cheeks glowing like an overripe tomato.
"No harm done. You aren't the first person to mix our nas up."
Gwen and Tyler didn't realize that they had beco objects of fascination amongst the bored custors waiting patiently in line to be attended to as they interacted like two old friends.
"It was nice eting you, Miss Shawls." Tyler's flattering, warm smile lured Gwen like a shimring spider web, enticing her with those perfect white dentitions.
"Maybe we could see so other ti." Gwen offered, hoping he wouldn't turn her down.
"It will be my pleasure." Tyler brought out his business card and placed it in Gwen's open hand, his warm smile and his innocent touch sending waves of shiver down Gwen's spine. "Take care of you, Miss Gwen."
"Bye." Gwen stood there beaming like a child who had just received her Christmas gift early. She completely forgot her reason for coming to the bank as she watched Tyler leave through the exit door.
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Alia sat inside her husband's study, her eyes slightly widened and her hands trembling as she listened to everything Marcus had to say. She stared at the picture of the sa red-haired pregnant woman from yesterday, dressed in an orange prisoner's uniform, socializing with Gwen along with other inmates.
"So, are you trying to say yesterday's event was orchestrated for this woman to get close to Alia?" Henry asked, his voice laced with unbelief and anger.
"Yes, sir." Marcus nodded in reply. "We have tracked her to this location, where she was seen interacting with this man..." Marcus's pointed to a hard copy picture of Rust. "...whom we suspect to be her partner and the sa drunk driver responsible for the accident."
"And Gwen was seen interacting with them today?" Alia's heart throbbed with imnse rage and bitterness.
"Yes, ma'am." Marcus brought out another hard copy picture of Gwen, hanging around the sa neighbourhood with the sa red-haired pregnant woman."
Alia exhaled, leaning her back on the swivel chair, her right hand stroking her baby bump and her cold gaze staring blankly at the ceiling.
"How far is Gwen and her cohorts willing to go just to get to ?" Alia groaned, clenching her fist, her finger digging into her flesh. "What if that pregnant woman and her child had died?"
"Amy, don't let that trouble you." Henry pleaded, masking the rage in his voice. "We will deal with all of them one after the other."
Alia chuckled bitterly, biting down on her inner lips.
"So, this lady called Nora or Vede or whatever the hell her real na is went looking for at the hospital today?"
"Yes, ma'am. That was the reason why we reached out to Dr Vanessa after she arrived at the hospital. We couldn't afford her getting a preview of sensitive details about you through Dr Vanessa."
"Good one." Alia exhaled, her head aching from all the information she just got.
Henry stood up, pacing up and down inside the room, rage coursing through his veins like an angry serpent.
"Soone needs to teach Gwen and her puppeteers a bitter lesson they would never forget."
"If there's one thing I know, it is that karma is extrely efficient when one is extrely patient." Alia noted recalling Blaze pleas for her to remain calm while he took care of things.
"True. But I'm still of the opinion that these people need to be taught a lesson they won't forget in a hurry." Henry suggested.
While Alia, Henry and Marcus were still in their closed-door eting session, a knock on the door interrupted them.
Since Henry was already standing, he took long strides to the door and opened it.
"Sir, I would like to inform the madam that her father has arrived." Oliver, the mansion butler announced.
"Thanks, I inform her."
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