Chapter 219 Finally the End (1/2)

Samantha glared unhappily at Kyle, who was simply sitting there and not looking at her. She refused to say anything, though she was hoping that he would plead, beg or even cry at having to break up. Why was he so calm?

”Well, since there's nothing else,” Kyle said as he got up, not looking at her in the face, ”I'll be leaving now.”

Samantha didn't say a word, and just watched him go.

Samantha was not happy, not happy at all but there was nothing she could do about it. If he had only said something. If he had only looked like this was something he didn't want, then ... then she would have ... she certainly would have not let him go so easily.

As it was, both were silent until the the door closed, and the sound of the door hitting the frame seemed to echo in the room. Samantha sighed, and started crying again.

Outside, Kyle leaned on the door for a while, shaking his head.

[Ye Gads, that was tough] he said with a sigh and he started walking off.

[Breaking up is always hard to do, even if it's fake] Kay commented.

[No, not that part] Kyle said [It was trying to walk normally out the door. I wanted to run, seriously. She looked like she was going to give me make-up sex or something if I showed even a little hesitation ... ]

[BROTHER!] Kay shouted, making Kyle wince.

[Oi, Kay. Easy on the eardrums, will you?]

[We're communicating telepathically. How are your eardrums affected, hmmmm?]

[Fine, easy on the mind then. That actually hurt]

[Well, at least now we know shouting would have an effect as well] Kay said and Kyle could swear she was grinning now.

[Don't you feel pity for your poor brother who broke up with his first girlfriend?]

[Nop-pah] Kay said, popping the last sound out [Not even a little bit].

[Ah, the cruelties of life] Kyle lamented with such a sad voice [That even my own sweet sister ... my twin sister, no less, not care for me].

[Save your acting for someone who actually cares, oh dear brother]

Kyle chuckled at that, but his face didn't show it. In fact, anyone who saw him would have seen a young man who appeared to be broken-hearted, his face reflecting intense pain yet was being strong. He cut a sad, lonely figure as he walked out of the Mansion and back to the movie set area.

Some of the maids around did see and they found their eyes watering for some reason. They dabbed the corner of their eyes, took a deep breath and continued where they left off.

✿✿ CSI Cyber Unit ✿✿

”What do you mean, there's nothing in there?” growled Detective Chance as he looked at X.

X had a name, but he refused to answer to it and insisted on ”X”. X was the infamous black hat now turned white hat* and working at the CSI Cyber Unit was part of his punishment after being caught.

He found that he quite liked the life now, though he never showed it. He could hack to his hearts' content, challenge and capture black hats and get paid for it! Whilst black hats generally hated authority and lived for creating havoc to 'the shackles of society', X's passion was actually 'fighting' against others in the cyberworld.

It was the challenge. Pitting his skill against another.

X was now looking at Detective Chance in a very bored manner. He picked up the phone, waving it in front of Detective Chance's face and said, ”This ... is a phone. It has contact numbers. Text messages - some very mushy ones, too. Loads of pictures. In short. Normal.”

Detective Chance narrowed his eyes, ”Nothing in the messages?”

”Nothing. Nada. Zilch,” X said, ”The messages were all with these two girls, Samantha and Kayla and a guy, Xing Han. Just normal talk.”

Detective Chance wasn't satisfied, ”There's no code?”

X looked at him strangely, sighed and took a deep breath to be patient. He hated people like Detective Chance. First, for thinking he was actually incompetent enough to not notice anything unusual and secondly, for asking stupid, obvious questions in the insane hope of finding something.

”Not unless pillow talk, food and complaints about parents are code,” X replied with a straight face.

X handed him a thumbdrive, ”Here's a copy of all the text messages. Have fun reading them.”

Detective Chance took it, and the phone. He had to return it since it wasn't truly an official part of the investigation. Since there was nothing to pinpoint Kyle as a suspect, holding on to the phone would be against procedure.

Chance walked away, disgruntled. The moment he walked out the door, the girls behind X were staring at him with big, pleading eyes.

X grinned and handed them another thumbdrive with a stern warning, ”Remember, private viewing only. If you spread them, and I get caught, I'll go back to prison and you'll never get such goodies again.”