The Traps of Black Swan

Chapter 327 - On Fire

Aarvi who was sitting right behind President Dawson grabbed whiskey glass and moved towards lips when she heard multiple hurried voices.

[Boss, no drinking.]

[Ms. Evans, you aren't allowed to drink.]

[Ms. Evans, I will serve you a mocktail if you're thirsty.]

Aarvi's lips twitched uncontrollably but didn't respond. She smelled to confirm it was raw without a mix of water. Her voice was low while saying, "I want to fire his hand."

There was pin-drop silence before the girl coughed to control her laughter.

[I have the lighter.] A shadow team member uttered, added with it, one could easily feel he was walking fast between the crowd.

Meanwhile, Aarvi crossed her legs and looked at the man in front of her who had his eyes fixed on her. Her eyes brushed on the other two men who were frozen after witnessing her whole act.

There were Talhon Martin, Paul Gilbert, and Elliot May. Who they are? Vance Hays ex-friends and Nico Burton's bike race friends. Talon was more in shock whereas the other two looked like they were savoring, peeking at her body rather than worrying about her actions.

Talon couldn't understand why the Evans heiress was troubling Dawson however he knew to keep his mouth shut to keep his business safe.

Blake Wong, who returned with his special drink was surprised to see Aarvi, "Ms. Evans, You look… Gorgeous." He complimented flashing her his innocent smile.

Aarvi clinked his whiskey glass with his cocktail, "You are dashing." She complimented back in her mellow voice.

"Whiskey at noon?" Blake asked in astonishment, looking at her manicured nail tip tracing the rims of the glass. 

Aarvi smirked when she heard the girl on her team say, [Boss, he is cute, isn't he?] She heard the team men say 'Duh' due to which she had to control her smile and didn't answer to her, 

Aarvi smiled at Blake and asked, "Would you like to see what I will do with this?" She held the base of the rock glass.

Talon, Paul, and Elliot knew she was up to no good. They won't be surprised if Aarvi throws it on their faces. Anyway, they controlled giving any response.

Blake was confused, what will people do with whiskey instead of drinking? He glanced at the stiffened three brothers of his and nodded in hesitancy looking at the mysterious smile of Aarvi.

Aarvi carried the glass to her left side and poured whiskey down with the same faint smile before keeping the glass on the table.

Blake was on her right so he didn't get to see where she poured the whiskey but saw a middle-aged man sitting on the floor.

Talon saw the whiskey poured on the right backhand of President Dawson which had bruises and cuts due to her heel.

Blake was all hell confused, Talhon held his breath to wait for her next move and the other two were perplexed whether they should sip their whiskey that was in their hand or just admire the beauty.

They already got to know from Nico that Vance wasn't what he pretended to them. Since it was from Nico, they blindly believed him as Vance wasn't meeting any of them. So they weren't angry at Aarvi either.

Aarvi looked at Paulo who took Vance's side too much on boxing day, "Could you count till five for me?" She did sound polite but her piercing glare felt like a threat to him.

He gulped his nonexistent saliva and nodded hesitantly, "Five... Four… Three… Two…"

Those men's eyes were on her or Paulo so they didn't notice a man in a suit drop his lighter and while picking it up, he lighted President Dawson's hand and walked away.

President Dawson who was yammering 'I am imagining, I am imagining…'

"One..."

President Dawson felt his hand warm before he shrieked, "Fire…" He got up and ran around screaming on top of his lungs, "Fire… Fire… My hand is on Fire… Fire…"

The waiter easily blocked Leon's view towards Aarvi by standing and watching President Dawson losing his sanity.

Blake noticed a silly smile on Aarvi before she replaced it with a composed expression. 

Talon and the other two's jaws had dropped looking at President Dawson going crazy instead of pouring water or putting off the flames.

In a few matters of seconds, the people who were in one corner of the hall started laughing looking at him and Dylan burst into laughter despite trying to control it.

Dylan pitied Billy Craft and President Dawson who were nothing but clowns to 'Ava Kelly.'

When the ruckus was increasing, it is unavoidable that Leon's eyes will move on that side.

Leon realized he asked the wrong question, 'Who are they?' but he didn't dare to correct it because it will show his nervous state.

"Aren't you curious about the disappearance of your men, President Harmon?" Aaron's voice was indifferent so as his straight face.

Leon watched Aaron who was unconcerned about his words and looked at him as if they were discussing general useless things. He didn't know Doctor Rivas was unsympathetic too.

"My men are disappearing? Seems like President Rivas loves to talk in riddles." Leon shrugged, still not accepting his actions.

Aaron slightly nodded, who was he to let go of Leon's men when the latter didn't want them? 

Pulling his mobile out, "So they aren't your men." Aaron said as he dialed a number looking at Leon's blank face.

Leon knew what Aaron was up to but controlled himself from giving out any expression.

Aaron spoke after hearing the other end of the call responded, "We have some new inexperienced guards, don't we?..."

Leon sneered in mind guessing Aaron's private army was going to torture his men. 

What could Leon do other than sacrificing them?

Aaron saw Leon still standing indifferently, "Ask them to use those men to learn how to torture heinously without giving death."

'As expected.' Leon thought in disappointment. He really expected something different from Aaron who is a doctor.

Aaron continued in a matter-of-fact tone, "Later?" His eyes narrowed at Leon whose eyes slightly widened, "Discard them in front of their boss. It will be a goodwill present from me for his brother's engagement."

Leon failed to keep his indifference and his face darkened significantly. He couldn't believe Aaron was thinking to drop the cripple men at his doorstep.

Hanging up the call, Aaron asked, "Do you prefer a better way, President Harmon? After all, you master this field." He sneered darkly.

Assumption can be falsified and Leon felt the same looking at Aaron. So he couldn't play dumb anymore and said through his teeth, "You are coldblooded." 

It was his presumption that Aaron is very kind which had become stronger when he had seen him leaving everything to take care of an unknown little girl in the mall.

Leon really felt like a fool looking at the aloof face of Aaron.

'Cold-Blooded?' It felt like a joke hearing from Leon. 

Aaron doesn't pity? If he wasn't sensitive and had no compassion he wouldn't have left Aarvi to take her revenge but attacked Leon a very long back. 

Aaron didn't feel the need of showing any of his emotions to anyone other than Aarvi. "Says one who is inhuman." Aaron sneered icily.

He hadn't seen anybody as fiendish as Leon who kills without batting an eyelid.

'Inhuman?' It was like a compliment to Leon. He narrowed his eyes and was about to browbeat but both heard a shrieking voice, "Fire… Fire... My hand is on fire…"

Aaron's lips threatened to arc aware it was his Cupcake's game.