“Investigate what had happened to the grocery store,” Alexander ordered one of his private investigators. “Get a copy of the CCTV around the area, the one who stabbed my maid, and keep that someone alive.” His tone was cold with eyes and his voice filled with authority.

“Yes, my lord.”

Alexander heaved a sigh, didn’t even talk but he kept on playing his wine glass. His veins protruded, flexing how mad he is right now.

“Fuck, who the hell do that? It’s not even a simple wound!” He hissed, annoyingly.

He drank his wine in one shot before he stand up and walked towards Helen’s room. He opened the door, slowly not to make a noise.

The room was filled with silence. He can only hear the sounds of the air-conditioning.

He walked towards her bed, seated at the side of it and stared at her.

Helen groaned but Alexander caressed her hair which made her stop from groaning and her breathing became normal.

Alexander didn’t even know why he’s doing this but he’s subconscious mind was telling him to do it.

Fuck! Why the fuck I am doing this with my maid? She’s not even his type but somehow his self was betraying him not to care about her.

“Who are you, Thea?” He whispered. “Why do you always get in trouble?” He asked even if she’s asleep.

He stayed there the whole night just to take care of her and just woke up at five in the morning.

He looked at her. Still, she’s face was pale and her lips looks white yet he’s tempted to move closer to from it.

What the hell are you thinking, Alexander? He scolded himself inside his head.

He leaned down to her face, moved closer to hers. He licked his lower lips then stole a kiss on her.

He planned to kiss her but he was kind of addicted to her lips then. Alexander moved away and cursed.

“Damn, my sexy maid…” he paused and stared at her once again, “You did bewitch me, made me addicted to your lips.” He added and walked out of the room.

Alexander went to his room to take a quick bath. After that, he changes into his white button down shirt and a pair of black pants and tuck it in with his belt. He wears his Rolex watch, flexing it on his wrist.

He didn’t fixed his messy hair that suits her than the usual hairstyle he made. He ran his fingers up to his hair before walking out of his room.

Alexander sat on the couch, sipping his coffee while scrolling at his phone when his private investigator came in a rush.

“My lord…” Tres called, his private investigator.

“What’s with the investigation? Do you have the information I need?”

Tres nods his head. “Yes, my lord. I have the information already. It’s all written in here and even the copy of the CCTV is the flash drive.”

Tres handed him the folder and the flash drive. Alexander pulled it and get his laptop to insert the flash drive and watch himself the CCTV footage of the grocery store.

His hands were on his chin, his forehead was knitted, his jaw clenched upon watching it.

His forehead was even more furrowed and he stopped the video in the fruit section.

“The guy who has a star tattoo, who is it?” He asked Tres.

Tres clears his throat. He’s afraid with his lord cold and serious voice.

“He’s Deccan Morco,” he replied. “According to my investigation, he’s a part of a syndicate that being chased by the authority.” He added, nervously.

Alexander crumpled his fists. “What’s his intention to stabbed my maid?”

Tres swallowed a lump in his throat.

“He’s hunting Ms. Amal because she was the one who told the authority about that syndicate he was with.”

“Why would he do that? She’s just a simple woman, turns out to be my maid but a hard headed one.” Alexander muttered.

“Because that syndicate and Deccan Morco are the ones who were smuggling and selling drugs to the public in South America.” Tres answered. “They are even doing human trafficking as a exchange for multi-billion money.” He informed.

Alexander heaved a sigh.

“Investigate Thea Amal’s background. I want the information tonight.” He said and stood up. “If my maid was hiding something, I won’t hesitate to punish her with my own will.” He coldly muttered and walked out of the living room.

Meanwhile, Helen woke up, feeling weak and with an aching body. She was already in her room, she can clearly remember about what had happened last night.

She gets off the bed, goes to her closet and looks for her phone to communicate with Agent Gael.

With her weak state, she manages to call one of her co-agents.

“What did you find?” She asked Agent Gael.

“Deccan Morco, chasing you because of what had happened to South America’s smuggling and human trafficking operation of them.” Agent Gael informed.

She swallowed hard. “Surely, I think Mr. Adamos knows it already. I don’t really think if I can stay here any longer to find more evidence and information.”

“Call Mr. Red and talk about it. This is just a three month mission, Agent Dekémvrios.” Gael reminded her.

Helen sighed, deeply. “Just give me an update about Deccan Morco.”

“I’ll send the files to your wristwatch gadget later,” Agent Gael told her.

She ended the call when she heard a sudden knock on the door.

She acted weak while walking towards the door. An old woman in 50’s greeted her, holding a tray with food and medicine.

“Kailangan mong kumain, hija,” The old lady told her.

Nagtatagalog siya? Nagtatakang tanong niya sa kaniyang isipan.

“N-Nagtatagalog po kayo?” kuryusidad na tanong niya.

Tumango ang matanda. “Oo, hija. Marunong ako sa wikang tagalog.” Sagot nito.

Pinapasok ni Helen ang matanda sa loob ng silid para ilapag ang pagkain sa bed side table.

“Utos ni Mr. Adamos na kumain ka raw ng marami at ubusin mo ang pagkain na niluto ko,” usal ng matanda. “Ang sabi niya, kapag hindi niya nakitang naubos mo ang pagkain, siya mismo ang pupunta rito sa silid mo para pakainin ka.” Dugtong pa niya.

She rolled her eyes.

“Ako na po ang bahala sa pagkain ko,” sabi niya. “Iwan niyo na lang ako.” Utos niya.

“O siya sige, maiwan na kita, hija. Ubusin mo ang pagkain mo para gumaling ka agad “ paalala nito.

Lumabas na ang matanda at naupo siya sa kama. Kinuha niya ang pakain sa tray at sinubukang kumain.

Inubos niya ang laman ng pinggan at hinayaan ang sarili na magpahinga. Nakatulog siya sa sobrang bigat ng kaniyang katawan at naramdaman na lamang na may tao sa kaniyang tabi.

“W-What are you doing here?” Nauutal na tanong niya kay Alexander.

She gets up on the bed, leans her body on the headboard.

Alexander looked at her sharply. “Tell me, you’re an agent, right?”

Helen’s faced paled, her hands underneath the sheets were sweating and trembling. She swallowed a lump in her throat, met Alexander’s cold stare.

“I am not,” she denied.

As long as he doesn’t have any evidences to prove that she’s an agent, Helen will just denied it.

“Agent… why would I become an agent?” She told him, questioning. “Are you doubting me?” her tone was saddened, playing him.

Still, his stare didn’t change at all.

“You’re Amalthea Helen Garadzela right?” Alexander states her full name without breaking their eye contact.

She was shocked. She stilled in her position. She’s cursing inside her head and she doesn’t know what to answer.

She was afraid that he might do something in her with her current state right now but she managed to hetaved a deep sigh.

“I told you, I am not. I don’t own that kind of name.” She denied, annoyingly. “If you’re doubting me, I’ll just resign Mr. Adamos for being your maid.” She shot back on him.

Alexander just coldly stared at her. His jaw moved, his vocal band also moved. She can feel that he’s mad. More furious when she met his cold eyes.

“The details that my Private investigator is not a lie,” he trailed off. “Lie one more time I won’t hesitate to kill you with my bare hands.

Helen raised a brow at him.

Kill. That’s the last thing I could do in this world. She thought in mind.

“Even if you kill nor punish me,” she paused, and stared at his eyes. “I don’t care because killing me will be the death of you, your downfall.”

 
Alexander formed a playful smirk on his lips.

“I kill mercilessly even if it’s you whom I should kill. I still can punish you. I won’t be easy on you.”

“You can't. I don't want to be punished by you. Not your sexual toys, not even your big and long sword.” Helen turned her back on him and laid down on the bed not looking at him.