Caspar's POV.
"Boss, 10 more left," Alex answered, his voice trembling in fear of making me irritated.
"ARGH," I groaned in annoyance and continued with the judgment. When all the candidates had given their audition, I picked a few names randomly and handed them over to Alex. I said, "Let the drama's director make the final choice. I have chosen a few of the candidates."
"Okay boss, I'll let him know." Alex immediately copied the names from the files in his tablet and sent the resumes of those candidates to Mr Ravera, the Director of ' Ancient Love of Gods.'
"What did he say?" I asked, getting anxious. It was getting late. I was planning on visiting QUEEN's broadcasting company to meet Bella and apologize in person.
"Boss, Mr Ravera is busy and will look into it tomorrow."
"What?" I was confused.
Alex's eyes looked left and right as he mumbled, "He's at QUEEN for choosing the main male lead and second male lead for the Drama."
"Why?"
Mr Ravera, a famous director of Hollywood movies and series. His directed movies or series have always made top lists. He has directed many movies produced by my KING's company. I have always paid him enough to not kiss the ass of other companies. But he still went... Not just to anyone but to the company which is managed by my wife.
'Was he planning on getting another producer? I'm not against it because Bella will be another producer... But does she have funds to invest?' I thought, getting concerned because the QUEEN's capital was less compared to its debts.
She might choose to take a loan from the bank, however it's risky. We are not sure if the drama will do well in its first broadcast or not. Her company will go bankrupt making her sell all the assets to pay the debts and loans.
"Why is she not getting it?" I murmured, massaging my forehead in frustration.
It worries me that her business will go in loss and her father will be disappointed in her. I have already seen how that old man treats her. There's no father-daughter relationship between chairman Austin Dior and Bella.
After thinking deeply for a few minutes, I got an idea. I called Alex and asked him to buy the shares of QUEEN.
"Boss, are you planning on buying 30% shares of QUEEN?"
"Yes, buy them all. I don't want her to suffer when she has me," I said, feeling proud of my intelligent mind.
"Okay Boss, I'll take my leave and apply for buying the shares."
"No wait," I abruptly stopped him. " Use my different identity for buying shares. I don't want her to know it's me. She will never accept support from me , I know her proud personality."
"Understood," saying that Alex left and I flopped on my desk.
Burying my face between my folded arms I groaned in boredom. I ruined everything with my own hands. I got distracted by the commotion and engaged in a fight with Theodore, the bastard. I forgot what Bella wanted... We were planning on sharing each other's secrets. I wanted to let her know about my mental health...
I wanted to tell her about my dark past which I have not shared with anyone. And she was also wanting to tell me something... I ruined it all...
I punched my desk, getting enraged. Everything around me felt useless. My mind went blank and I saw my reflection appearing in front of me.
"You don't deserve her. You are a filthy guy who should be single for the rest of his life," my reflection laughed at and cursed me whatnot.
" You are a murderer. A fucking piece of Shit'. Get a divorce already and let her go with her lover. She doesn't love you."
"N-No... She loves me," I stuttered, falling on the floor from my chair.
My body started getting numb, I couldn't feel my hands and legs. My breathing slowed down and all of sudden I started having difficulty breathing. Ah fuck, the same symptoms of trauma were acting again on me.
The imaginary reflection of myself was laughing at my pathetic self. It was enjoyable seeing me helpless with no one for me to rely on. Somehow I managed to take out my phone and called Alex with my choking voice and collapsed.
When I opened my eyes, it was already 12:30 am, I was wearing my casual sweatpants and t-shirt and Alex was sitting on the nearby chair beside my bed. I got up only to find out that I was back at the mansion and Bella was still not home.
I climbed out of bed and was about to change into formal wear. I have to go to Bella, I can't live without her. The thought of her leaving me was already causing me trauma attacks. Whenever I become vulnerable to losing someone or something... My brain starts creating fake scenarios to give me pain and hurt my feelings.
THUD!
My watch fell from my hand causing a loud crushing on the marble floor. Alex quickly opened his eyes and pointed his gun out at me.
"Who's there? Raise your hand and turn back or else I'll shoot you," he growled, pulling the trigger of the gun.
"Alex, it's me. Relax."
"Boss, when did you wake up? I thought you would be unconscious for 24 hours or more," he said, his voice filled with worries for my well-being.
He then turned on the lights and his face darkened when he saw me dressed in suit and loafers. Raising his eyebrow he coldly questioned, "Where are you going? It's already late."
"Doesn't matter. I'm going to my wife. Find out which hotel she is staying at!
"I'm sure madam will not entertain you at this time of night. She might even kick you out," Alex was being sarcastic and it made sense. "I received a text from her other secretary... What is his name again? Oh yes... Victor texted me saying that President Bella was too tired from work today and will be staying in her villa for a few days."
"She owns a villa in New York City?" I reacted shockingly. Nobody told me about that... When did she buy the villa? Or was it Chairman Austin who gifted her?
"Boss, have you forgotten about him..."
"About who?" I asked.
"Him... The one who worked as underboss in DarZ group before young master Erick joined."
My expression turned cold when he mentioned him. The guy who was not only a colleague of mine but also my best friend. The friend who I could trust my back to. 'Phantom' was his codename. How could I forget about him?
I looked at Alex sharply and asked, "Why are you mentioning him? Did you research his family background?"
"Yes," he said and continued talking further.
"His real name was Olivier Dior. He was the eldest son of chairman Austin Dior..."
"What? And why are you telling me this now? Does Bella know about his death?" I panicked.
"No... She was five years old when Oliver died in an assassination. I don't think Chairman Austin discussed with Bella how her brother died."