Kapitel 149: Accomplice

Nixon's head was throbbing, if seemed the veins in his head would burst any moment.

One after another his plans were getting disrupted, at first Manila's words didn't match the outcome. Anastasio de Faunoa was alive, right now he is beaming in the giant screen of the television, he had called a press meet this morning,claiming that there was an attempt to murder, on Manila Langton, who had paid to a truck to him while he was travelling two days back, and he has experienced heavy injuries and had been rescued by some wood cutters, then admitted at a local hospital until he gained consciousness.

Of course these were all lies, but it was a script written by Edmon Decker, and he could be quite over-dramatic.

"But Mr.Faunoa, the police is claiming that a group called Cruor in an open letter has taken all responsibilities for your accident. It seems to have some connection with your coronation as the Head of the house of Magnolia.Though their origin is unknown, but the police has found an evidence from a ring dropped in the vicinity of the accident zone.The cops are right now in the process of tracking them."

Anastasio wished he could roll his eyes, and have hearty laugh at the same time, of course he knew about it, that open letter was the work of a professional whom he paid quite fortune. Edmon chalked a dangerous scheme to lure the snakes and make them talk. After this press meet they would sure get riled up out of sheer frustration and make a mistake that's all that he wished for, because that would be their only chance to catch them.

"Or do you think there's some other sort of business rivalry?Do you suspect the CEO Magnolia?" One of them asked.

"Our relationship has mended long back, we might have different opinions about how to do business, but we are brothers. Please don't start unpleasant rumours. As a family he and my sister in law stood by me all the time."

"Mr.Faunoa rumours has it that, during your recuperation, Miss Betrice has been by your side. So what is your status now, are you both back together? Or, is it just that some old fire hasn't died."

Anastasio held a business like smile on his lips, "Of course I am aware of all that's going around. I don't even know whom to trust now, everything's so confusing, I clearly saw Manila Langton before the accident with my own eyes. How can I disregard what I saw. At the same time, I have complete faith in the law and order." With a downcast gaze he pressed his forehead, in the bluetooth ear-pod, he could hear Edmon prompting, "Bring more and Distress you cold jerk."

'Damn you Eddie.What is this, a soap opera?' Anastasio wanted to kick his ass already.

"I hate to admit this but I'm sure those attacks they are all targeted towards my wife more than me, if I can be removed then she would become vulnerable." Anastasio knew that he had dropped the bomb, he could hear the ticking sound before the blast.

BLAM...

The reporters gasped in unison, "W.I.F.E????" Their confused, startled countenance already stated that this was news to them.

With a coveted smile on his face, he spoke as if he had been caught off guard, "You guys caught me didn't you. Everything happened so fast I couldn't make it public yet. After the accident when we got together yet again, I decided not to let her go, so..."

'You damned devil' Anastasio could hear Nathenel cussing him through his Bluetooth. How many times would he continue to do that Anastasio wondered, however it was worse when the news was broken for the first time, and Nathenel had sulked for several hours, while Susan had been mad at Evelyn.

Sio laughed to break their daze, "When things settle down there would be a grand banquet, but right now both me and my wife need your support and understanding. It's almost like living amidst threat 24X7"

Professor Langton turned off the television, and glared at Nixon, before he threw the heavy brass showpiece from his table towards him. It touched his forehead slightly leaving a little cut as he managed to dodge it at the right time.

"What sort of nonsense is this? I don't remember that I ever ordered the cruor to touch Anastasio de Faunoa."

Nixon's temper was getting at its limits, however it was not the right time to act up. Masking his real expression which were nothing but vile, he lowered his head and stated that, "I have no idea Professor"

"Do you take me for a green horn Nixon Beloiz. If not you who would write such a letter in the script of the empire?" He threw a sheet of paper at Nixon, which he noticed is a scan copy of the letter, he must have got a hand on the copy through his connection with the higher ups. It was his handwriting without a mistake and yet he would never write this letter.

"This is a scam...." Nixon desperately appealed.

"And why is Manila's name coming up out of the blue. Tell me the truth Nixon, did you talk her into this?And where is she? Did you hide her somewhere? Just spit it out." Navien Langton's gaze was menacing.

Nixon hated to do it, but he knelt down, it was hard to do it with his prosthetic feet. He was clueless about what Navien was saying, even he had wanted to reach out to Manila, of course to murder that wench. She had confirmed that Anastasio was dead. However, she had just vanished in thin air, no matter how hard he tried he was unable to find her, and now Nixon was facing her angry father. What was even confusing, why was he being interrogated regarding her whereabouts.

"Master I don't understand what you are saying."

A heavy vase came flying and he took the blow this time, his nose started bleeding right away.

"Do you think I eat garbage for meals? You think that I don't know that my daughter takes you as her teacher and guide?" A sigh of relief passed Nixon, 'So he doesn't know the real deal between me and his daughter. What a fool!'

Navien continued "I didn't stop her because nobody else knows the language better than you. I vested on her some of the responsibilities of the cruor's work didn't I tell you to look after her? The cruors live with our money, but they are so secretive.That leader he never once agreed for an audience." He had a filthy smirk in his lips, "You were close to Manila. So did he tell you anything about this plan?"

Nixon was having a hard time suppressing his laughter, 'This old geezer. I am the leader of the cruor.' But what's this deal about the new cruor someone is definitely framing him and it must be that bitch Manila. Just because she has failed she is now trying to play smart and trying to pull him down.

Navien came forward and began petting Nixon's head.

"The Beloiz are our dogs.I let her play with the dog, but that buffoon took it as a master."

Nixon wished he could slit off that tongue that voiced such words about him. 'You wretched thing, your dog my foot. I wished you could see how desperately your daughter had spread her legs to get banged by the dog.' But he drank it all down now isn't the time.

"Master trust me this once. I don't know anything. Even I am concerned about Miss Langton, I am sure someone's framing us."

SMACK

His hard wooden want came down hard on his back, "Don't associate yourself with us, ennobled bastard. And if Manila is dragged up really hard, then you are to turn yourself in to save her. You were allowed to become an accomplice to the great cause despite your humble background so that you could sacrifice yourself for the purpose."

Nixon wished he could spit on this man's face and say the blatant truth, the great cause was simply an illusion infact Navien was nothing but a scapegoat in the great game Nixon Beloiz was playing. He just couldn't to wait to see their reactions.

He stood up and bowed courteously, and before leaving he heard Navien say, "Don't try to act smart and end up stupid. You know what we do to disloyal dogs." Those words pierced him like arrows, 'Oh Rosie what's that scoundrel son of yours doing. Ugh! How I wish you wouldn't have given birth to this child from that man.'

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