The Murderer Who Loves Me
Episode 05 — The great master Lyxander
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"what's your class schedule packed today ? " Aland asked Lana who was sitting quietly right next to the driver
That's right, this morning Aland decided to bring his own car, and with no objection he wanted to drive Lana, with an alibi that he has no class today and intends to go in the same direction
"not much to learn today, just an extra class for the national art olympics next week "Aland was a little surprised to hear that, he turned his head for a moment towards Lana, he turned his head towards Lana, there was a dazzling look on the young man's eyes
" you're in the Olympics ? "
the owner of the beautiful hazel bead nodded confirming his question
" hum represents Harvard, I'm really happy to be elected as a representative "
" that's great, you're really awesome!" Lana chuckled slightly, slightly blushing in embarrassment due to Aland's compliment which sounded so spontaneous and enthusiastic
" thank you "
Whereas the young man who was younger than him a year was chuckling little in response to him
Aland's car stopped right in the parking area, Lana returned to wear her bag, then turned to look at Aland with a smile, her hand outstretched toward the doorknob to open the car door.
" thank you for bothering to drive "he said, just opened the car door a little, Aland held the sweet wrist, making Lana look back with a questioning look
But the look in Aland's eyes that radiated seriousness made her blur to ask first
" while resting, or going home later, never get away from Leonard's sister, Lana"
" why ? "
" you just have to follow my words Lana, I beg you"
Lana really does not understand, but chooses to say yes to what Aland said to her, when the sweet has walked away from his car, Aland is still there watching from behind the car glass, make sure Lana gets in there safe.
Aland sighed, the young man leaned his body on the driver's seat, then his right hand stretched out toward the ear, pressing a communication device that turned out to be hidden behind his earlobe so neatly
" black shirt at 12 o'clock, get rid of it without a trace ".
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Ocean was now staring puzzledly at his father, why he suddenly called him into a closed workspace located in one of the hidden parts of the Volker family residence that only certain people knew.
" what's up dad ? " he asked first, while Mr. Volker was standing on his back facing the large aquarium there
There was a heavy sigh, his father turned around, and handed him an official letter of invitation, from one of the great families of the American continent
" Gillian Lyxander ? Grandpa Xander ? On what basis did he send this invitation ?"
Ocean again asked, after taking the invitation he immediately read the contents of the letter conveyed, making himself display the look of an unhappy face as well as curious.
" do you remember what a big investment is being built in the Santa Monika area ? "
Ocean's focus was again on the father, of course he really knew what the father meant.
" The Venus Palace, a luxury apartment house that has a hundred floors, with all the amazing luxury designs, of course I remember my father, Uncle Jeffrey built it at an invaluable cost, but it will also provide a tremendous income, if many prominent people choose to live there and give their investment on the Venus Palace Group, he said, I'm sure it could be the most luxurious residence in the world"
Nelson Volker, nodding at the child's words, now sits himself on the chair in his study, with his hands propped up in front of his face.
the long description of the father made Ocean silent with his face that seemed to be seriously thinking, his intelligent brain was thinking about all kinds of possibilities, inwardly justifying, allowing, he knew enough that Lyxander's extended family was hostile to Jeffrey himself, because of the opposition and chose to separate, then for what now Gilian Lyxander held a party to celebrate the success of his son, the son, even every business that consists does not use the name Lyxander behind it, but rather uses the surname of the wife of Roxanne, Charlotte Roxanne
Is there something behind this event?, the media has even been busy spreading a party about the success of Jeffrey, the media even, the one held by his father Gilian Lyxander who can be said as one of the powerful people in business in the American continent
" what do you want me to do ?"
" tell Samuel, and I'm sure he knows what to do next ".
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" Lana, may I ask you something ?" Leonard opened his voice first, amid the silence that engulfed the two in Leonard's current car
They were on their way back home, after Leonard had completely made sure Lana was safe during the extra class.
According to Lana, Leonard who is famous for being cold and not caring about it turns out not to be that bad, Leonard who is on his side is certainly much more friendly, not even reluctant to behave quite attentively to him, he said, although Lana admitted that the first time they met with the dominant aura of Leonard who suppressed her at that time was indeed scary, but afterwards the man was quite cool as a interlocutor.
" want to ask what ?"
The red light went wrong, making Leonard stop the speed of his car, and now his gaze fell on the girl next to him who was also staring at him
" do you often meet your extended family ?"
The forehead seemed to crinkle for a moment to think
" my father's extended family or my mother's ?"
" your father, Lyxander's extended family "
The sweet winked slowly, his gaze shifted to the front, choosing to pay attention to vehicles passing by on the road that was currently green-lighted
" from the age of seven, I never met my extended family often, I don't know my own mother and father told me not to be too connected with them, dad didn't tell me the reason, but I'm just following it, after all I'm not comfortable coming there either"
" what, they're good to you ?"
Lana nodded for a moment, her little memory repeated again when the grandfather and grandmother of her father used to accompany her to play
Pouring so much affection on him when he was a child.
"well, even though they were uncomfortable, they were pretty good to me first, especially Xander's grandparents, grandfather used to accompany me to play, and taught me a lot of new things, but since my grandmother died at that time, my grandfather has always been with me, grandfather rarely noticed me, ah I so miss them, grandfather must be very sad at that time because of the loss of grandmother, the day before my grandmother died I was sent by my father to London, living temporarily with my mother's grandmother "
Leonard silently listened to the story after story that Lana poured out, he did not expect if the sweet would be open enough to tell this to her, he smiled a little, he smiled, gently rubbing the girl's long fine mane, Lana looked back at him and blinked in confusion
" grandmother Xander must have been so happy to have such a sweet granddaughter as you, don't be sad you were a kid back then to know that you were going to lose your grandmother right ?"
Lana gave her smile, then nodded slowly, before Leonard's focus returned to the road, where the lights have turned green let their journey filled by Lana's chatter about her family both Xander and Roxanne
Leonard was actually thinking, thinking about all the networks that exist, if in the memory of the Xander family Lana is good enough, why has everything changed since the death of the great mistress of the family? is all that goodness just a charade, if so, for what? what the cunning family was looking for made Jeffrey so wary that even separated his small family with his own father's family.
for a moment he glanced at Lana who was now asleep, apparently the girl was exhausted after telling her quite a lot earlier
had Lana known the fact that her own father and grandfather could have killed each other, or even in fact what if the Xander family only contained a monstrous demonic devil how would that innocent girl face everything later?.
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