Beware Of Mr. Amnesiacs

Twenty One: Stalker's

After a long drama around food and a chat with Erika, Shia finally chooses to go home. At first he wanted to stay but Erika forbade him.

The clock has shown at 21:45 PM, but Shia is still in her car parked in the basement of the hospital. He was just silent with his body leaning on the wheel. His brain was thinking what kind of excuse would be suitable for a bastard like Damien.

Honestly, from the beginning Shia did not like the man. Damien looks arrogant and a regulator, he doesn't like it if someone sets it up. According to Shia Damien it's bossy. Even Erika's life must also be in accordance with her rules.

Well at least now his best friend is out of the bastard.

Ting

‘Do not reply Damien, however I will also be sad if he is wretched!’

Shia snorted, Erika too good is not even very good so let a bastard like Damien still live quietly while Erika was injured alone.

Shia turns on her sports car and runs it at high speed. But this time Shia felt something odd, there was a black sports car seen following him.

Not without reason Shia thought so, the article was the same car with a car that was also parked in the basement of the hospital.

Shia raises the speed of her car and the black car behind her also goes fast chasing her car, meaning it is true Shia guesses, the car follows her.

Shia drove forward quickly, smiling sideways when she saw the black car behind her was close to her car. Shia quickly slams the steering wheel to the right, turning towards the path that Shia knows is a shortcut to her apartment.

The black car did not have time to turn and instead walked straight ahead.

“Nice try jerk!” Bait Shia when he saw the black car no longer followed him

“Actually what's with my drama-filled life?” shia asked herself. Shia returns to drive her car at a moderate speed until she arrives at her apartment.

However, when he started entering the Apartment, Shia suddenly stopped her steps. His body turned around staring. He felt someone was following him. Shia told me she wasn't the sensitive type of girl.

Shia was still staring around, she suspected that the black car was still following her but as soon as she saw the street, Shia found no one.

“Just my feel” Gumam Shia

But it seemed that Shia's feeling was not wrong, because after she entered the apartment building, a man in all black clothes and a mask stepped out from behind the wall.

“Because of you, I feel like a stalker now” muttered the man with a faint grin on his lips.

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Shia woke up earlier than usual, this was her 4th day waking up with the same condition, pain in the arm and redness in her neck but today it is the most severe. The reddish patches had already reached his inner thigh.

Shia sighed furiously, this cannot be allowed. Shia believes she has locked all access to her apartment. Starting from the front door, the door of the room and even the window of his room were locked properly but why Shia still experienced the same thing.

Shia massaged the base of her nose, she should calm down. A message from George took over his attention

‘don't forget we have a meeting today!’

That's George's short message. By the way he almost forgot that in a week they would get engaged, as per Robert's orders.

Shia sighed at the meeting that George meant about their engagement party and today she has to see George again.

1 Hour is enough for Shia to prepare. He turned on his car engine running it at full speed splitting the deserted Dallas city highway considering it was still morning and coincided with the weekend. Maybe people prefer to spend time in their own homes, Shia thought.

Shia got in front of a boutique. He stopped the car and stepped out. Shia's servants heard her greeting as she stepped inside the boutique.

Shia's gaze fell on the figure of a handsome man sitting on the sofa looking at a book containing clothing designs. Shia stepped closer to the man.

“Morning Mr's. George”

“You came too fast” Reply Shia after glancing at her watch. George smiled faintly.

“By the way you look different” George said

“What?” shia asked, not understanding

“You’re style” George said. Shia looked at her clothes. Ah she almost forgot when she met George she was wearing a white dress and heels but now she is instead wearing Jeans pants and a white crop top shirt and next to a puffed up sleeve.

“Back from here I want drifting” replied Shia honestly. There was no point in him lying to George

“You're ashamed of me like this?” shia asked when George did not take his eyes off her. The girl observed George's neat appearance with a white shirt and black cloth pants.

“Of course not, actually you look hotter than before.” George said as he bit his lip, teasing Shia. Shia rolled her eyes puffed up. He almost forgot that George was a playboy.

“Better I go home” Said Shia wanted to stand but soon in prevent George.

“You haven't chosen a dress yet, although I'm sure any dress you're wearing will definitely be a good”

“Then just choose for me” Shia said.

“You sure?” ask George

“Hmm” reply Shia lazy. He sat back down and closed his eyes. Ignoring George who looked through the design of the dress in the picture.

“How about this?” George said, Shia opened her eyes.

“Good” Shia's response was brief, though she did not see the dress design that George gave her.

“You tried it?”

“Let's just”

George called the waiter and ordered the dress he had chosen. Shia also hears George ordering a shirt similar to her dress.

The two of them step out, if thinking about what they met at the boutique and choose clothes if Shia finally leaves all her options to George.

“You had lunch?” George asked, Shia glanced at his watch

“No, I have to get to Texas”

“You want to take me?” bargain George.

“While playing a good fiancee candidate, heh” Shia was grieving but accompanied by her small laugh

“If you allow”

“Of course not!”

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Shia stared lazily at the figure of the middle-aged man in front of her. The steaming smoke that was exhaled into the air made Shia breathless, I don't know how many cigarettes her father smoked.

The door opened, Shia smiled at Aunt Ilya who stepped in and gave some documents to Robert.

“This is the guest list, you can check it if you want another” Robert said making Shia understand the reason for his arrival here.

Shia read through the list of names quickly, almost none of which she recognized from all of them. Until a name caught his attention. Mr and Mrs Hiddleton. The name caught Shia's attention. If Lyran doesn't know about Liam, maybe his parents do