Chapter 167: Past Stories

Lex's POV

Just as I stepped right outside of the door, I felt a breeze of unease hit me. It was almost as if the unsettled feeling within me before I walked into that door had returned immediately when I stepped out, and all I could think of now was the threat I had received from my father today concerning Lisa's life and how I was supposed to stop him before he does something crazy.

I stood right outside the door longer than I should have, and just then I remembered that I had to call my driver because he wasn't going to be parked outside there waiting for me all the while I was inside; he must have driven somewhere, and I needed to wait for him to return.

Just when I texted him, I received his text almost immediately, telling me that he was pretty close, and in about five minutes he was right in front of the house honking at me.

"Did you notice anything unusual while I was in there?" I asked him as I hopped into the back seats of my car.

"No, sir, I did not notice anything, but if you can be specific with what you expect to hear, then maybe I could think harder to know if I saw something that relates to that," he said to me, and this was one thing I always admired about him; he was very diligent and always thought of a way to say the right thing and give off the right action at every moment, which was something I found very noble of him.

"No, you don't have to think hard; it's okay. We should go home now," I said to him, doing my seatbelts, but just then I noticed that hesitation to drive.

"What?" Is something the matter? I asked as I lifted my gaze up to him as I stared in confusion.

"I know you asked me to stay in the car when your father's car blocked our way, but I kind of listened, and I heard what the conversation was about, so which home do you want me to drive you to right now? Because I did not think it was going to be a good idea to push your father to the edge; he can be very unpredictable sometimes," he said to me, and even though I saw that as a challenge of my authority and instruction, owing to the fact that I am the one who he works for, I paused for a second, thinking about what he had just said, and then it hit me.

"How long have you worked for my father?" I asked him, my gaze completely fixed on the mirror in front of him as I stared at his reflection from it.

"It's been a long while, so long before he got married. "I used to be a guard until he needed a driver for your mother, and I filled in for that day, which automatically landed me the job of being a driver for your mother and you," he said to me, blinking in surprise because I could never have guessed that he had worked with my father for so long.

"You mean my late mother? Tell me, did you know anything about her? Anything that you think I should know about my mother, seeing that you have been the one who drove her long before I was born?" I asked him, but I noticed the way his eyebrow narrowed from the reflection in the mirror; the look on his face instantly weakened to almost something that looked like pity.

"I can't really say for sure, sir; the relationship between me and your mother was strictly business, and I didn't have any chance to get to know her more than the boss and employee kind of knowledge," he said to me, and even from the look on his face, I could tell that he was telling me nothing but the truth, but still, my curiosity was not satisfied as I kept staring at him in the mirror.

"Fine, what about my father? I mean, you started by being a guard to him before you turned into a driver for my mother and me. Tell me what you know about my father that you think I should know, and please do not say that it was just a boss and employee kind of relationship because I am not going to take that. You should at least know something, anything," I said to him, almost convinced that there was no way he didn't know something about my dad that might help me.

Well, all I can tell you right now is that your dad reacts to anger in a very different and strange way, and I wouldn't be surprised if he is currently plotting a way to get at you by attacking that girl in that house. He never fights his enemies directly; he always finds a loophole and strikes with that. Right now she seems to be the only loophole that you have, which is definitely the only way he knows he can make you bend to his rules."

For a few seconds I was staring at him in silence because everything he had said about my father was true and things that I already knew, except that he seemed convinced that my father was currently plotting to get at Lisa, and I knew I needed to take that as a warning and find a way to protect Lisa instantly.

"You know I know exactly where we should be going right now. Take me to my father's house; he wants to have dinner with me. Take me there and we are going to talk like men."

"It's fascinating to see how much you've grown, sir. I am sure your mother is going to be definitely proud of you if she were alive to see you become the man that you're turning out to be."

"All these years you've been working for my parents; did you find the chance to live your own life and have a family of your own?" I asked him, moving my gaze away from him now as I looked out of the window while he drove.