The Continent of Europe

Chapter 14's

...CHAPTRE 14...

...THEY WARNING'S...

"What?"

Reagan furrowed his brows in astonishment as Rosaline barged into his room. He watched the girl who was now jumping on her bed and lying comfortably there.

"Are you busy?" Rosaline asked, she tilted her body so that her emerald iris could freely look at the brownish bead belonging to the twin.

"Very," he answered briefly, ignoring the existence of Rosaline by wearing her headphones back.

Rosaline turned her gaze to stare at the ceiling of the room before turning it towards her twin again.

His ears continued to catch the sound as Reagan grumbled while looking at the laptop screen that had since shown a line of graphs that Rosaline did not understand.

"Stop staring, Rosie. I can feel your dull gaze pierce right down to my bones!" Reagan. He turned around and removed his headphones, looking straight at Rosaline.

Now the frustration runs all the way to the crown. It had been five minutes and the two of them were just looking at each other. Not a word came out of their mouths.

"What's wrong?" Ask Reagan. His eyes softened at his sister who seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts.

Rosaline opened her mouth to speak, but a second later the girl closed her mouth again. As if he was reluctant to speak from there.

"I'm afraid," answered Rosaline briefly, making Reagan ogling in wonder.

"What's bothering you this time?"

"Eitherway. Lately I've been feeling bad" she recalls. His shoulders lifted and his head shook slowly.

"What do you mean?"

Rosaline got up from her sleeping position and stared fixedly at Reagan. It's been two weeks since he witnessed what Clark always did to Asher. And Rosaline did absolutely nothing.

Whenever he was moved to help because of his human attitude, there was always something in his heart that stopped his intentions. And Rosaline thoughtlessly did it.

Rosaline once went to the college board and professors to complain about Clark's actions. But not a solution he hoped would help Asher's situation, the council and professors turned a blind eye and said, 'we can't do anything. He's the golden money'

Everyone immediately closed their eyes. Act as if nothing happened because of the title of the golden money that Clark was so proud of.

"The golden money—" he said was cut off, "— the golden money member you were talking about at the dinner table at that time did he ever bully other students? Maybe a student who receives a scholarship? Or rather a person inferior to him?"

The frown on Reagan's forehead became more and more apparent. The man's jaw hardened and his teeth pressed against each other. "So it's true what I heard, huh?" Lirih Reagan however could still be heard by Rosaline faintly.

"You say something? I don't catch it."

Reagan glanced at the twin who was now giving him a questioning look, before continuing, "Okay, how do I know, I don't have time to pay attention to him."

This time Reagan turned his head only to see the change in Rosaline's expression. The girl put on a disappointed expression as soon as she heard his words.

"Why? Did your golden money friend do it?" Reagan smiled with satisfaction at the wide plot in the eyes of the twin.

"Oh looks like I hit the nail on the head. Just so you know, I'm a little hurt you didn't tell me about your friendship with the golden money members."

About him being famous all over Westminster.

"Well, can't denied it," he answered raising his shoulders.

Rosaline swore she could hear the sound of rough breathing coming out of Reagan's mouth, as the man turned around and looked back at his laptop again.

"You better end your friendship with her."

"Oh? Men's intuition? You know it's usually a man's intuition that always sal—"

"Yes. But this time intuition as a brother. He's a bully, Rosaline. That's why you better end your stupid friendship with the golden money. I don't want you to turn into a bully like him."

Rosaline grinned. "I don't know what to be happy about or because you're worried about me."

Rosaline stood up from where she sat and walked over to Reagan. He deliberately rested his hands on Reagan's head, making the owner a name of unease.

"Oh god, stop it. Keep your hands off me!" Her great-grandson doesn't like it.

Rosaline laughed amusedly and kept her hands away from Reagan's head, before stepping her feet out from there.

Just as her hand reached for the doorknob, Rosaline turned around and said, "Thank you. I just found out that you can also be a good twin, not always the bloody jerk twin," he booed that Reagan gave a lazy gag.

The corner of the man's lips involuntarily pulled upwards and formed a small smile on his face. As small as that smile was, Rosaline and herself could not even notice it.

"Yes. yeah. Now get out! Get out of my room and don't forget to close the door!"

Clap up!

Door closed slowly. Rosaline stood behind the door as a sigh of fatigue escaped from her mouth. He raised his head, pursed his lips and fused his eyebrows together.

Now the girl is thinking hard. Just a few months into his friendship with Clark, five people warned him to stay away from Clark and even end their friendship.

Three women he met on his first day of college, then professor Watson, and now, his own twin. Reagans.

Then who's next?

Rosaline shook her head, massaging her fine forehead before moving her legs towards her room that was next to Reagan's. He threw his body on the bed, grabbed his laptop and put it on his lap.

Not because of sheer curiosity, Rosaline's hand moved slowly rolling the cursor down, reading every inch of the golden money information that she had been looking for on the internet.

Somehow it is very difficult for him to find articles with these keywords, considering the syndicate the golden money has a closed status.

Only a handful of people have access to know what's going on in there. The girl moved her eyeballs to and fro, watching her laptop screen closely.

From what is shown on his laptop screen now, Rosaline only found the definition of The Golden Money and also their position in the government long before London was formed.

Well... Arguably its former members or rather their ancestors, have been doing business with each other for hundreds of years. This is what makes their position very important in the British government, especially in the trade sector.

Well it is better not to ask the girl what site she opened so that she knows the information of the tip of the nail just now. Just don't. Because he doesn't know how he ended up there.