Chapter 239 - Two Hundred And Thirty-nine: I Saw Maya (2/2)
”I know you're not going to believe me which is why I need to glance through their security -”
”Nikaus, that's -”
”Impossible, right? I thought the same way too, Pablo but I know what I saw,” My heart raced with the possibility of finding her.
This time Pablo didn't say a word, deciding to watch me with a blank expression which made me continue, ” I don't know how this is possible but once I find her, I'll-”
”Niklaus, Maya is dead!” Pablo boomed so loud that every head turned to our table.
”She is dead and it's time you get over that. It's been seven fucking years, Niklaus” He spoke the rest with a low voice having brought unwarranted attention.
I shook my head stubbornly, ” I know what I saw”
Pedro leaned over the table between us, saying ”Listen to yourself Niklaus. Maya's alive? If she's alive, what hasn't she contacted you all this while? Did you even think about that?”
”Maybe she's In some kind of situation or something, where she's isn't supposed to seek people from the past or reveal her identity?”
”Seriously, are you sick in the head or something?” Pablo's chest heaved,
”You were the one who confirmed her body and now, you're telling me she's alive? You've lost it,” He stood to his feet with a Frown, straightening the rumbled edges on his clothes.
I sighed, ”Come on, Pablo…”
”The first time you thought of getting married to Maya when she was still alive, you developed cold feet and now you're planning to spend the rest of your miserable life with Jennifer, you're bringing up a ghost from the past?” He shook his head in disbelief, ”Call me when you're back to your senses,” Pablo said and strode out of the club angrily.
Great, you ruined the once great evening Niklaus.
”Here, catch,” one of his men passed a cold pack to me which I pressed against my swollen face. It was comforting to know he still cared about me.
At that moment, my phone rang and I glance at the screen to discover it was Jennifer - probably to check up on me.
The reason why I didn't pick up was not that I was annoyed - maybe, I was a tad bit irritated at her keeping tabs on me. The real reason was that I was too tired and not in the mood to start explaining what happened to my face.
What was I going to say to her? That I got into a fight because I pushed down someone in the name of searching for Maya or her look alike. That was I desperately searching for my ex's ghost when we already had talks of getting married.
I let the phone ring on till the call ended two times in a row. Resting against the chair, I threw my head back with a great sigh. When was I ever going to get peace?
After the pain on my face subsided a bit, I left the club and drove straight home. I had done enough damages for the night already.
However, I was surprised to see rows of expensive cars parked at my place when I returned home. This could only mean one thing, my family members were here - so was my father.
With anger, I strode into my house to discover that my living room had been redecorated into some sort of venue for their evening parties.
Though they weren't wearing champagne dresses nor the men in a tuxedo;they dressed formally, and most had champagne flutes in hand.
What were they thinking? They barged into my house and used it to host a party without my permission, wasn't that a huge slap across my consent? Whoever organized this party was purposely mocking me. Amanda wasn't here, she was probably serving those arrogant relatives of mine.
”What the hell is going on here?! ” I shouted, finally attracting the much-needed attention.
The small band at the corner of the room stopped playing the number, prompting them all to look in my direction. There were about twenty guests in here and they're about to receive my wrath.
”Who did this! Who's responsible for this!” I roared.
”I did,”
I had expected Eden to claim responsibility. As the new Spencer head, he'd like to throw his weight around considering I was once his rival. But who I saw emerge from the crowd made my blood run cold and my eyes to shoot lasers.