The Royal Contract

Chapter 1176 Still alive and kicking

Chapter 1176  Still alive and kicking

He understood what his friend was saying and why he was worried. They had worked hard and planned this carefully. They even risked their lives to accomplish their task. They could not mess up now.

But still, all his efforts would be for nothing if something happened to the woman he loved and their unborn child. His sacrifice would be in vain if he failed to protect them.

Therefore, he had to guarantee their safety first before anything else. But he could only do it behind the scene. Nobody could know that he was alive, or it would be game over.

"Damn! That was a stupid move." He admitted that Mike was right. He suddenly remembered that he had been careless when he visited her. She almost caught him. Luckily, he was able to hide before she saw him.

Nevertheless, he believed it was worth seeing her. He missed her. And he could not help but not have a glimpse of their unborn child. It would have been better if he hugged her, but he knew that was impossible. Maybe someday, not today.

If things worked out the way he had planned it.

"Sir, you called for me." A man walked inside the room and stood before him. He knew he had to stop thinking about her and concentrate on his other concerns.

"Samson, I want you to get the car ready. We are leaving." He instructed the big man acting as his protector.

Under normal circumstances, he never usually used security to protect himself. He was a skilled fighter, capable of defending himself. However, his present wound hindered his quick mobility, rendering him helpless in case of danger.

Although there was no visible threat in his life since nobody knew his existence, Mike insisted on using Samson as his human shield. The big man was not the best choice for the job. But he was the most loyal and trustworthy.

In the meantime, it was more valuable to him than a trained assassin, especially when there was a large bounty on his head. One of his men could suddenly turn his back on him and betray him.

"But, Sir Mike said you should not be moving around." His companion told him, slightly hesitating to obey his command. "I should not let you out of this apartment."

He could see that he was debating whether he should listen to Mike or him, who was the former leader of the gang. Still, Mike had been calling the shot since he was injured. So, he could not blame him.

"I know what he said, but I must talk to someone. And I trust that you can help me." He knew he had to convince him. At the moment, he was not in the best condition to run around the city alone. He needed this man.

It was painful to twist his shoulder to fit in the tiny space between the door jam and Samson's body, but he gave him no choice. He had to leave and meet with someone. And it was of grave importance He took his glasses and hat from the other side of the room. Then, he grabbed his phone and wallet from the nearby table. Nonetheless, he would leave with or without the man. He was not his prisoner, so he could not stop him.

"But, Sir. Let me call Sir Mike." Samson stopped him before he could pass the door of his room, blocking his path with his big body.

"No. You will not call Mike." He said as he stared at the guard that stood in his way. "I am leaving whether you come with me or not. Your choice." He maneuvered his body around him.

It was painful to twist his shoulder to fit in the tiny space between the door jam and Samson's body, but he gave him no choice. He had to leave and meet with someone. And it was of grave importance that he saw them before they ruined everything.

"Sir..." But he left him no choice but to follow him, ignoring his call. He marched out of the premises, keeping his disguise on to prevent anyone from recognizing his face.

"Fine, Sir. Please follow me." Samson conceded, showing him the direction to where he had parked the car.

Soon, he sat beside the big man in the passenger seat, hiding his face from most passersby. The last thing he wanted was for someone to recognize who he was.

"Where are we going, Sir?" Samson asked as he drove them into the busy street into the heart of the buzzing city.

He noticed it was full of life as people crowded the pedestrian lane and the honking cars worked their way through the traffic. Then, not an unusual scene, he witnessed a man running with a bag in his hand while cops followed close behind.

But that was the least of his concern as he told his companion to turn at the next stop light. "We are going to see an old friend." He told him without giving too many details.

Then, he asked Samson to stop the car on the sidewalk. "Go buy me a set of flowers." He told him, handing him a hundred bill.

Samson took the money and ran to the flower shop. After a few minutes, they were back on the road to his destination. Finally, he asked his security to wait in the car. He knew he had to do this, not to attract too much attention.

"Sir, I can't let you out of my sight. Sir Mike will kill me." Samson said, slightly worried about his plan.

"I need you here to ready the car in case I need a quick getaway." He explained to the big burly man. "Just watch my back." He told him before exiting the car and walking toward the lobby.

He walked toward the reception area, making sure the flowers blocked the view of his face from the cameras. Then, his eyes looked around, quickly scanning the people and his surrounding.

"I am here to deliver some flowers to Mrs. Roswell." She said to the receptionist that was manning the frontline.

He saw someone he recognized come out of the elevator. He decided to use the man's wife as his cover. With a soft voice and a friendly smile, the receptionist did not suspect a thing as she allowed him entry to the premises.

Of course, that was not the person he intended to see, but she was her ticket to the top floor. Quickly, he walked toward the elevator and punched the number.

Fortunately, there was a cleaning lady on the floor where he stopped. "Can you point me toward the..." Before the woman knew what was happening, he took her ID that was dangling in her side pocket.

The woman kindly assisted him, telling him to take the elevator down. But, with the use of her card, he went up. It gave him access to the executive floors.

But his troubles were far from over as he encountered the private security guarding the other side of the door. Nevertheless, those men would not stop him from seeing the person behind those closed doors.

"That is as far as you can go." The man stopped him before he could cross the threshold.

He had no intention of fighting with them. First of all, he was unarmed. In addition, he still had injuries. It was stupid for him to go to a battle he knew he could not win.

"I want to see your boss." He demanded as he raised his hand in the air. Then he gave the flowers to the other guy, who had his gun raised at him.

Instead of answering, the man asked the other security to frisk him for any concealed weapon. Of course, he did not bring one since he was not here to declare war. On the contrary, he came in peace.

"What made you think that we will let you see our boss? Who are you, and what do you want?" The man who seemed to be in charge sharpened his eyes against his disguise. The unknown man seemed to be studying his face.

"I can only tell your boss. But if you force me, I will have to kill you." He threatened the man. But he doubted it would be enough to make the other man tremble.

But he noticed something changed in the man's face after a few seconds of staring at him. He wondered if he recognized him. Maybe he did. Therefore, what now?

"Wait here." The man signaled the other two to stay vigilant as he took out his phone and called. He moved further away, where he could not hear his conversation. He could only wonder to who he had reported this incident.

He could easily take this two down if he had been in top shape. But he would only be adding to his injuries if he tried his luck and picked a fight with these two.

Then, a short while later, the man returned, keeping his phone in his jacket pocket. "Please follow me. They are already waiting for you inside." The man said, asking his men to lower their guns.

Then, he used his card to swipe the lock and open the door. Soon, the head of security ushered him inside, where the people he wanted to see stood by the living room.

He was not surprised that there were no shocked expressions on their faces. They must already have figured out his charade, concluding that his secret was out. Mike was indeed correct again with his assumption.

"Aren't you going to welcome me back?" He asked as he walked further inside the room and stood before them, declaring that he was still alive and kicking.