Over There

Back to the private island where Yx once took her when he reached out her hand and decided to accompany her. She felt a sense of calm in her chest as the gentle fresh air touched her skin. She immediately requested that her colleagues take care of her, but first she inquired as to where Jackylyn was. The man only indicated that they would talk later.

When she decided to rest in her room on that island, the bullet had been removed and her shoulder had been bandaged. She was about to remove Hudson's jacket and discard it when she decided to talk to Yx. Her gun was concealed in her waistband in case she discovered Yx is using her. She knew what she was thinking against the man was impossible, but in these moments, she could only trust herself.

"Where's Yx?" she inquired of the colleague she had met on her way to Yx private office.

"He is still speaking with someone. He must not be disturbed."

She looked up at the second floor of the house, unsure whether to confront the questions that were beginning to ruffle her mind or not. She took a step forward as the wind blew her away. It's either now or never.

The door to Yx's office was shut and with sign, 'No Molestar.' She was encircled by an eyeball at the 'Do Not Disturb' sign.

She approached the door and gently turned it open so she could see who he was talking to and possibly enter. It's critical that she speaks up and asks questions. Yx's interlocutor turned its back on her, so she couldn't see the face, and they appeared to be talking seriously.

"What's the next plan?" inquired the interlocutor.

"If Kienne finds out, she'll probably kill me because I'm using her against Hudson."

She backed away, completely stunned. Her suspicions were correct. Yx is the mastermind behind it all. Hudson was correct; she was a tool. But why is that? Why did Yx employ her?!

She wanted to rush in and challenge Yx, but she remembered how Yx helped her get up and rebuild after being destroyed by the man.named Hudson. If anything, Hudson is the reason she's here. But why is that? Why is she there? She assumed she knew, but she didn't. Her secret agency, she reasoned, was pure intent and work. She collected herself and quietly left that place. This is not the time for her to lose sight of what she already knows. She'd had enough of the man she thought she knew.

She tried to sleep that night, but she couldn't sleep no matter what she did. She had a lot of screamed questions in her head, but she couldn't find an answer. Until she heard a faint knock on her door, and she recognized it's Yx.

She opened it and took out an envelope. New responsibility. They went outside to talk on the lanai.

"Jackylyn?" she asked, recalling a friend.

"She's stable, so she has a good chance of waking up without much harm, but it's always difficult to tell with a comatose patient."

She was astounded to learn that her friend was unconscious. She became more relaxed. She wanted to smile when she heard what it said. Actually, it's Yx men nearly killed both her friend and her. After all, she didn't know then, but now she can't think, so she kept quiet about what she knew.

"I'm giving you another task. You didn't protect Doc Hayes—"

"Is he dead?" she inquired flatly. She was hiding behind her mask that could never reveal the true contents of her mind at these times.

"He isn't."

She was not pleased, and she was not comforted by what she heard. She felt more of the pain she had long forgotten, despite the fact that years had passed. Why is she experiencing the agony of being dead for so long again?

"Here," he said, placing the document on the table and leaving her alone.

She couldn't say anything. She just stared at the document, which contained yet another threat to her life. It took a few minutes for her to reach for it and open up.

Willoughby, Theon?

Shee frowned as she read the information and looked at the picture. Why is Theon her next task? What exactly is this? She abruptly stood up and went back to her room to continue reading. When the flesh of her hand became wet, she was able to adjust her hair. She's going to accompany him to Mississippi on business. Private bodyguard, as usual. It doesn't like obvious bodyguards, but does like obvious chikababes and girlfriend material.

She wishes to return to Yx and complain about not giving it to her, despite the fact that Theon and Hudson are friends and cousins. Wait a minute, she smells something foul. She disliked the odor. It appears that Yx is doing this to make her bait, or that it is cursing their family. After all, who isn't envious when it comes to money? She smiled. She's on board.

INSIDE Theon's office, Abhaya sat artfully on the couch. She wants to bother the man because he is too busy to concentrate on what he is doing on his laptop. Fortunately, he didn't silence her when she arrived and introduced herself as his escort. Theon just simply nodded, as if his pig attitude pride had vanished. She just sat at the couch and ignored him. It's been a week since that incident, and she hasn't heard anything negative about Hudson, and who cares? Her shoulder is fine, and it doesn't really matter to her because she's used to pain. She believe she was numb, and that thing was terrifying.

"What the hell! If something bad happens to that patient, I'm going to cut your necks one by one." When Theon answered the phone, he yelled angrily and slammed the table made of expensive and long-lasting wood. The impact caused the equipment to collide.

She smirked. This person's head appears to be very hot, and she appears to want to calm him down by spraying hot water on Theon's head, making it even hotter. She laughed at the absurdity of her thought.

THEY left the man on his private plane later that evening, and she also wanted to finish it and resolve Yx's plan on her own.

"I understand. Take excellent care of Jackylyn. I want her to come out of her coma. I don't care how long it takes, idiots?!" He then turns off the nomenclature on the other line. It simply threw the phone against the wall.

Only the wealthy enjoy causing havoc. She's tired, but Jackylyn, is she really comatose? Abhaya became tense as a result of what she had heard. Is the patient and her friend Jacky the same person? Shit. She sat down and stood up a few seconds later. She walked straight to Theon, slumping with both palms on the table.

"Do you have a picture of that lady?"

"Who?

"Jackylyn."

Theon was taken aback by what she said and appeared unprepared for her interrogation. When presented to her, he showed something on his laptop after a few moments. In bed, unconscious, there she saw Jackylyn. She calmed down. She pretended she didn't know who the woman was. She had no choice but to do it for the sake of herself and her friend.

"You've know her." Theon's statement was unarguable. It locked its gaze on her.

She returned to her seat with a shrug. "No."

Yx, I curse you to hell! You said Jacky was fine, and I assumed she was in your care. At the very least, she's fine with Theon, because I know we're just bait you created.

She sat down again and played with her gun in an artistic manner. Who can she give it to? Should she go to Yx or Hudson?

"Let me ask you," Theon said. The young man was composed and focused on her.

"Shoot!" she exclaimed, pretending to shoot the ball to one side.

"You've been accompanying my fucking cousin Herrence for weeks and..."

"... And?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Can you tell me where he is?"

She could now sit up. What exactly does this mean? What about Hudson? "Nope," she said calmly, playing with the gun in her hand once more.

"Are you familiar with Abhaya?"

She stopped playing with the gun in her hand and stared it down. She notices Theon reading to her and she's forced to hide her emotions. She smiled out of the corner of her eye.

"Who is she?" she asked, looking back. They will stare until one of them gives up.

"Ignore it." Then it stood up and walked away. She was left alone and had no intention of following the young man. Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds!

A visitor entered a few moments later. She took a quick look to see who it was. A stunning woman dressed simply in a large T-shirt and baggy jeans. She wears large glasses and wears her long, curly hair in a ponytail. Nerd, look at it, but she's distracted by the beautiful woman in front of her.

"Is Theon here?" She inquired, somewhat shyly, "Because her secretary wasn't outside, I just went in."

She laughed. "It's okay. But he's not here." she said, not intending to scare her innocent face. And she believes the maiden's intentions are pure. Isn't this Theon's younger sister? Is it a relative?

"Oh, I see. I think I should go. Allow me to pass, please. My name is Amara Legrand. Goodbye."

She wanted to stop it, but the girl immediately vanished from her sight. She shook her head. Weird.

IT WAS midnight, and they were on Willoughby's private plane. She felt nothing while sitting in the expensive and luxurious chair. Their flight to Mississippi would be over 16 hours long, but she was used to long flights and didn't mind. Her time in the province is up, and she wants to see her family.

"How is she doing?"

He was wearing a headset, but no music was playing, so she heard Theon's deep voice from the front.

"Does she respond? I need all of you to go above and beyond for her. Every hour, check her heart rate. While I'm gone, make sure she's safe and secure. Double your security."

When she heard what he said, she smiled slightly. She is unaware of Jacky's status in Theon's life, but based on what she sees and hears from the man, it appears that they have a history that the woman is unaware of. According to the young man's concern, the girl is important in his life, which causes her to smile bitterly. But, before her system could consume her, she made a sound trip and closed her eyes.

The journey was long and exhausting, but she couldn't help but enjoy it, even though she was bored. Fortunately, there was plenty of food, so she could just eat and eat like there was no tomorrow. It's good to eat when you have nothing else to do. The thought made her smile.

"Ms. Trunt," Theon addressed her.

It was now staring at her as she ate the chocolate cake served to her by the private attendant. It was a circle, and it was not obvious that she was piling up her boredom and even thinking about how much she was thinking. "Yeah?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It appears you're killing yourself with food," he laughed.

She rolled his eyes. Really? When does food become lethal unless it is non-toxic? "Funny."

He immediately became solemn. "After that, follow me to my room. We have something to discuss."

Room? Nope. She is completely obsessed with the word "room." It also took her more than an hour to swallow the food there, and when her stomach could no longer take it, she went to sleep. It had only been five hours and they were already in Mississippi, so she needed to sleep so she could fight later if necessary.

When they arrived, nothing bad happened. They went right to work, meeting three Russians in a well-known and one in an expensive restaurant. Really? She wanted to be sarcastic, but she couldn't because her job was escorting Theon. She made certain that her beauty was unaffected by the jetlag.

She was dressed in a black evening gown that exposed her cleavage and back, but it was just right to conceal the gunshot wound she received last week. Add her dress's long slit. Her hair was quickly pulled into a messy bun, and she donned a mysterious make-up look. She didn't want to be around the man.

Theon was amaze even more when she stepped off the plane wearing stilettos. It took a few seconds for it to catch his eye from staring at her, so she gave it a lethal stare. She was clutching Theon's elbow as if she were his girlfriend. According to Yx, she must act like her bride. She smiled as she remembered their last conversation with the man.

"Make certain that you can protect him. I know you won't let me down this time. Good luck, Abhaya," Yx said, and it was the first time she heard him call her by her first name. Odd.

At Theon's three business meetings, she smiled sweetly. They are incredibly attractive in their forties.

She quickly reached out to shake hands with those 3 Russians, but she was watching. She smiled sweetly as they kissed her hand. But she was desperate to bleed her snouts in the back of her mind. She introduced herself to the young man's girlfriend, and Theon smiled. It grabbed her waistband, and she exuded pride at being her girlfriend.

When they were able to order, he secretly checked the entire area. It had already begun the conversation, and she was unable to understand anything because it was speaking in Russian. Everyone in that restaurant was unaware that she was secretly watching their every move. They have their own world, except that when they arrived earlier, everyone's attention was drawn to their presence.

Her head hurt. She is like this when she is jetlagged, but she trains herself. Their food arrived and they began eating, but she did not touch it. She stared at it before reaching for the wine. She smelled it briefly and noticed the odd expression of the chef who served her creation. What's up, chef?

She cast a quick glance at Theon, who had not yet touched the food, and when she reached for the spoon, she quickly restrained his hand and rubbed her foot under the table, indicating 'don't'. She said what she needed to say and apologized to the three Russians for needing to use the restroom because his phone had been called even though he didn't have one.

Shee smiled at them enticingly and appeared to be playing with the food with a fork. She had no intention of eating that, nor did she notice another look from the chef's distance. She wasn't born yesterday to be unaware that the food prepared for them contained poison... Because they began eating and nothing bad occurred. Shoot! These three in front of them are their adversaries. Is it connected to Yx? Sorry, but if that's the case, she'll kill.

"You don't like it?" a man with a large tattoo on the side of his neck once asked.

She shook her head seductively, "I want to eat something," she said, slightly biting her lip.

They were taken aback and stopped chewing. "Hmm, something not on the menu?"

In the back of her mind, she smiled. She used her body against them. Woman is every man's weakness, but she should not be complacent. "You understand what I mean, gentlemen?" While her brain was busy thinking, she winked at them, increasing her flirtation.

From her peripheral vision, he noticed the chef concerned. Gotcha! Theon returned to her side, and she recognized the twinkle in his eye that she wanted to convey. She acted as if nothing had happened and allegedly winked at the three men, indicating that they would meet after this. Idiots! They'll meet tonight in their grave.

"Waiter! I want a new one," Theon says.

She just shrugged and turned to face the wine, which she was playing with again. They used the word "russian language" again, which she didn't understand. Abhaya only noticed Theon's fist had a small wound and a small blood stain after that.

"What happened to your hand?" she asked in tagalog. The three men looked at her, surprised, but only gave them a sweet smile.

"An opponent was just knocked down." he answered in tagalog.

She simply nodded in response to Theon's answer.

Their ordered food arrived a few moments later, and the chef delivered it. Her entire body moved quickly as soon as he landed on the food; she kicked the man and flipped the table over. At four o'clock, she quickly drew the gun from her thigh and returned fire.

She yelled what she heard as people ran out and gunshots rang out all around.

"Kianna!" exclaimed Theon. He had a gun in his hand, which he quickly hid to one side.

"Are you still breathing?" she could still respond. She had gone to the other pole to see where her male companion was. "Listen, we need you to leave here as soon as possible." "Don't worry, I'll cover you."

“Bullshit! Kianna, I can handle myself. The reason I hired and brought you with me is to avoid death. When that happens, my cousin will murder me."

She did not respond. She fought back. Three investors are said to be holding guns against them. It might have been easier for Theon if she hadn't been able to kick the two out of their guns. The young man even managed to kick another one before rolling over and hiding.

Clear. Abhaya's two hands are now holding the gun and concealing the enemy. She wished she could laugh. According to the information she has, they will hold three business meetings and transactions in Mississippi. According to Yx, Theon did not want to be an escort, but her father insisted, so here she is risking her life for someone else. Abhaya, as her name suggests, is now fearless.

Theon made a motion to her, and she reciprocated. When her head hurts like this, her patience is low, and she prefers to take risks. They were shooting at her position, and she was thinking about how to end the night.

One, two, three—she came out of hiding, rolled over, and shot fearlessly at them. She began by aiming at the man five feet away. The same is for Theon; it accompanied her and was behind her as she sat spread out on the floor and openly shot them. They both played death shooter to see who would be the first to die and go to hell tonight.

She fired three shots in quick succession before the male chef died. They only had eight opponents tonight, and the others were her hands, running out like children and fleeing. She stood up and approached Theon's three terrified investors, shooting only two of their shoulders. She has no intention of killing many people today.

"Now, sing!" she exclaimed, pointing the gun at them.

"W-what song?" they both asked at the same time.

She wanted to laugh, but she restrained herself. She could see fear in their eyes. When you're dying, it can be very boring. "How about the title of...' Who's the fucking asshole behind this? 'Know that song?" she solemnly said despite the fact that the two guns were still pointed at them. She won't regret killing them right now if they make one wrong move. Even though she knew who was behind it, she wanted confirmation.

ABHAYA dozed off in the room that Theon had brought her. It is said to be the man's great grandmother's house. Mansion refers to a large house. Because she was lazy, she no longer inquired about its family history. What mattered to her, the bed was too tired to sleep.

She awoke the next morning feeling fine. She can't even change her clothes or take off her make-up or shoes. She simply went to the bathroom and took a shower. Her suitcase is already in the room, containing clothing for the entire week. She put on a simple shirt and jeans. She came out, tied her hair, even though it was still wet.

"How is she getting along?"

This is the scenario she encountered with Theon, who was sitting in the spacious living room in front of his cellphone. It moves slowly and doesn't appear to rest its eggs. She sighed and rolled her eyes. It had to be too heavy for this man to tire.

"Food?" she inquired. She's not in the mood for a good morning, so she doesn't do that.

He simply indicated that someone else was on his cell phone and directed her to the kitchen. She just shrugged and walked over there, looking as if she could eat more.