His Devious Rule

Chapter 327 Detained



Chapter 327 Detained

Casper had petitioned to the administration that there might be illegal money in the 50 billion worth of shares Skylark bought. After all, 50 billion wasn't a small amount for a new company and there was no information about the investors.

Casper was aware Alvin wouldn't do something illegal but he had thought if the negative news about the Skylark surfaces in the media, Alvin would go behind the scenes or maybe even postpone the events as it wouldn't be a good time. Casper wanted to borrow some time to deal with him.

However, Alvin and Ean turned out to be smart and were a step ahead of him. As soon as Alvin returned to the country, he signed the necessary papers and sent Ean to the corruption control department.

Before Ean appeared at the Matthews Industries, he had submitted all the paper works to the department with the reason that petty people might be jobless enough to disturb their company inauguration.

Hard luck.

So Casper could only focus on balancing the situation. If Alvin was opening his company and if he didn't go, it would be noted by the media and make a huge deal. Thus he was going to attend the conference with Benjamin Matthews.

Of course, Liam's absence was going to cause rumors as the brothers are against each other. It wouldn't be hard to deal with as Alvin and Liam were always on good terms with each other.

For the evening party, he will have to compel Gianna to attend and lure Cordelia in the name of Zane.

Casper stood in front of the mirror in a tailored fit business suit. With pepper gray hair at his age, he was handsome compared to men of his younger age. However, his face was dark and annoyance was evident in his every action.

He was attending an event where he could be ignored, and disrespected by the hosts. There were also chances Alvin and Ean might speak against him. It wasn't an ideal situation to attend, however, it will be more problematic if he doesn't attend the events.

Putting on his composed expression that speaks of his experience and brings respect from the other people, he walked out of the room with his head held high.

He was going to turn the focus on himself and the Matthews Industries as soon as he gets a chance. After all, Alvin was a Matthews.

Secretary Harrison opened the car door for Casper. Harrison didn't have a good hunch from anything. Attending the event or not, voicing their opinion or staying silent, everything seemed to be against them. He felt like they were walking right into the trap designed for them.

However, his words weren't reaching Casper who was thinking Harrison was trying to be the peacemaker of the two parties. What could he do when they brought the family matter to the business world? He will silently watch the show.

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Meanwhile, at the hotel of Lewis,

There was less than an hour left when Anya knocked on the door of a suite. She wasn't sure how early they would have to reach the venue as she had seen rows of cars on the road heading to the Skylark, packing the traffic.

Alvin opened the door, and heard her apology immediately, "I'm sorry for being late." She rushed inside, glancing at him still in the leisure wear, "Why haven't you changed yet? I just need five… minutes…" Anya's voice trailed away when Alvin went close to her and embraced her.

Wrapped in his arms, Anya didn't know she needed that warm hug so badly until then. Coiling her arms around his waist, she grumbled, nuzzling her face on his shoulder, "Why does everyone want my baby?"

Why do people include kids, women, and old people whenever they play dirty?

She was kind of sure it was Gianna who targeted her son and her parents in the past. Casper Matthews targeted Elder Collins. Fortunately, she was strong enough to dodge their bullets in her way.

Alvin had already received a call from the butler who was a bit emotional about the mother and son's trust in him, relieved that trouble subsided before it was late and exciting that Alvin married a great lady.

Yes, he did marry an amazing one who deals with everything on her own. Anyway, he didn't complain. He rubbed her head, seeing her burying herself in his arms. "It's alright, he is safe." Zane will be safe. Even if the butler had taken Zane out of the mansion, Mark would have called him immediately for confirmation. Nobody will enter or leave the estate without his permission.

Anya hummed and pulled her head away to look at him. She pondered, unsure how to handle Miles Johnson, "Alvin, should I get Miles Johnson detained? Or will you beat him up after knowing what he said?"

Miles Johnson was annoying. He might seem like a playboy while speaking nonsense in front of her but she knew behind that flirting face, that he was cunning and venomous. His aim couldn't be just to get her. There was more to it.

She wasn't sure if he was going to buzz around her head or have any plans up his sleeves. She should have let Alvin know about him and she did.

Alvin didn't need even a few seconds to guess what Miles must have told her. But that man dared to follow his wife even after the warning. He will silently handle that bug.

Nonetheless, Miles wasn't important right now. They should get ready to start their show. So Alvin focused on the day, "Ean has arranged some people to do your hair and face. Please get them out of the suite first." He urged her with a frown.

He wasn't getting time with his wife after their marriage. He should have been romancing his wife the whole morning but people were flying around them and taking their time.

Anya could see her husband's annoyance at having people in the suite. She tried to change his mood trying to relax. She pouted, "Your friend finds me ugly." Well, it was also important that she looks presentable next to her sexy husband.

Alvin took her inside as he bluntly said, "He is blind." His wife was prettier than all the made-up faces his friend sees.

Anya chuckled by hearing him and nodded at Rob when he bowed his head at her as a silent greeting. Her eyes eventually fell on a team of five who were standing together in a corner like scared lambs.

Anya: ?

She felt bad for them imagining Alvin's murderous gaze, scaring them to the corner. She quickly took them inside, letting Alvin breathe.

Alvin grabbed his laptop and sat to continue his work.

Rob's mobile beeped thrice, probing him to check his mobile. He watched the three videos and his expression darkened. His mobile shortly rang. He answered the call and clicked on the speaker going closer to Alvin who was busy on his laptop.

[Rob, you are right. It wasn't a coincidence. The three trucks tried to collide with the Rolls Royce. Due to the fog, the three were either late or early and missed the car. The fourth one succeeded….]

Alvin clenched his teeth. Who would plan to kill him? Casper? He might be angry but wouldn't go as far as killing him. Gianna? He didn't have any other person who would want him dead.

If it's Gianna, then how did she get to know Skylark belongs to him? Wasn't she under house arrest?

Alvin deduced Gianna was fooling Casper. And she was behind an attempt to kidnap Zane.

The caller continued to report the crucial matter, [All trucks belong to a company. Matthews Industries.]

Rob's expression changed. The last one they suspected was Casper. He couldn't believe Casper was trying to kill his son.

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At the Matthews mansion,

Cordelia smashed the coffee cup when Benjamin Matthews, Vice President of the Matthews industries reported to her that Alvin wasn't in the car but Ean Matthews who was fine in the hospital.

Benjamin tried to justify his failure, "A-Aunt Cordelia, we didn't expect Ean Watson to be using Alvin's car." He wished to go back in time and avoid telling Cordelia about Skylark and Alvin.

Cordelia was irked by Alvin in the past few days. After knowing he was the owner of the Skylark, she knew she had to get rid of Alvin before he starts to control them.

"Useless crap of sh*t, you had one job." Cordelia breathed heavily. "Get off my face." She growled at Benjamin.


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