The Rhyme of the Depositary

044 - SEASON 2

This evening Klayver arrived in Manhattan with Alice. Axel waited for them in front of the house by jumping up and down. Helena had brought the child back home this afternoon after learning Alice was coming home.

With her fairy-like smile, Axel ran to greet her mother. His thumped hand grabbed Alice full of affection. His laughter was as warm as the spring sun. Make Axel's soft face like a little angel from heaven.

"Hello Mommy's son, were you being nice during your stay?"

"Yes. He's not acting at all. She's been with me more often at Rachel's house." Helena deserwab to represent Axel.

They both spend time together. Rachel rarely accompanied them. The woman is being romantically drunk with Maxen so Helena can't bear to disturb them.

"Rachel's fine, isn't he?" Alice asked worriedly.

"good. Just being crazy for love."

Alice, who did not understand the direction Helena spoke, raised an eyebrow as a sign of asking without words.

"He and Maxen are like a pair of pigeons ready to live and die together" Helena smiled. He recalled seeing the two men kissing in the hallway of the mansion. Helena was forced to drag Axel to turn the direction so no need to see the scene.

Alice surprised. She never thought Rachel's wedding would be a real wedding. The last time she found out, Rachel still kept her heart tight just for one Harry.

Seems like a lot has changed lately. Alice plans to visit Rachel to make sure of everything. Maybe tomorrow or the day after.

"Come in, Alice. I need to leave for a while now." Klayver guided Alice and immediately left her out again.

"Klayver, where are you going?" ask Alice to worry. They had just arrived while Klayver looked impatient to leave. Could it be that something was so important that he did not rest first after a long enough flight?

"I have important business." Klayver looked up and smiled a little.

"Is it old?" Alice tried to hold back her husband's departure. There's a little bit of unwillingness.

Klayver, who was near the main door, walked back to his wife. She grabbed Alice's body gently and peeked at the top of her head. The touch of his hand seemed calm.

"I'll be back before twelve p.m. Rest, Alice. By the way are you clean today?"

"Current?" Alice did not understand.

"Your monthly cycle."

Alice's face flushed. He looked down embarrassed and made Klayver smile even more.

"I assume you're ready tonight. Dress up for me, Alice. I'll be home as soon as possible."

Klayver passed away leaving him. He's still keeping all his suspicions about Maxen. He needed to look for solid evidence even though he already had some small evidence to back up his opinion. Rachel is Alice's best friend. Unpacking Maxen's true guise will surely leave their relationship in turmoil. Alice still needs quiet time.

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Klayver stared at some of the documents given by Harry. He's learned it twice. There is some evidence that Maxen is the superior of three people who are intertwined as the right hand in the Anson murder. Souvery, Adam, and Andre.

Who would have thought the organization was spearheaded by Maxen. Someone who is quite an expert plays behind the scenes. He is intelligent enough to be underestimated. Klayver has to be smart enough to make plans.

"Why did you expose your own brother's bad evidence to me? Do you know what that means to push Maxen to death?"

Klayver had indeed felt about Maxen's actions. Harry's therapy reinforces his suspicions with plenty of concrete evidence that is overwhelmingly supportive. All of that was quite a surprise for Klayver.

As a Liecester, he grew up with teachings about the strength of family unity. Enraged by his anger, Klayver was never able to sell his family's information to others.

Harry's actions only prove he's a crafty man. A person who is able to sell his family's disgrace is a dirty person that he does not deserve to use. Klayver plans that once all this is done, he won't wear Harry again. He didn't need a subordinate who could betray him at any time.

"Because he deserves to accept all the consequences." Harry's gaze was full of hatred.

"I heard Rachel, your fiance is married to Maxen. Isn't taking Maxen the same as taking Rachel?" Klayver started to corner Harry. In addition to being disloyal, Harry also harbored cruel attitudes. He tried to hurt women in his past. Harry's ugliness grew one by one in front of Klayver. Increasingly nauseating.

"I told Rachel that Maxen wasn't a good person. He has an unexpected dark side. But the woman chose to hang on with him. They deserve to be destroyed."

Hatred was evident in Harry's eyes. His aura was thick with vengeance. The muscles on his face increasingly seemed to hold back anger.

"Maxen does have a dark side. But you keep a darker side that's more terrifying. Maxen never hunted your life but you created the conditions that made your own brother's life a fugitive. To me, you're scarier than Maxen."

Klayver looked at Harry with the eagle he had. The man in front of her did provide some favorable information. But behind it all, Harry is like a ticking time bomb. He has the potential to stab Klayver as well. Lucky he doesn't know Klayver's true identity yet. At least Klayver doesn't have to worry about the secret being exposed.

"The one who stabs his own family is the one who can stab others as well. You're the one here who became the real devil. You are my man. But I'm still not too blind to judge you. On the other hand, you are also quite smart to make use of my strength. You want to destroy Maxen, but you have no power. You finally borrowed my hand to destroy it. Very clever."

Klayver passed away with a rolling cigarette between his lips. Dark smoke soars, rising upward with a thick nicotine scent.

Harry who was left alone could only stand frozen. Klayver's words were completely unexpected.

He deliberately used Klayver's power to destroy Maxen. Because he basically did not have the ability to face his brother directly.

He never thought Klayver would be able to feel his hidden intentions. It seems like the guy is pretty sharp. Klayver was not someone he could take advantage of.

Klayver entered the car and exited the base. He had already dispersed many of his men half an hour ago. His conversation with Harry was a private one that he did with four eyes.

In his black car, Klayver contacted William via cell phone. He closed his eyes for a moment as his tag stepped on the gas pedal.

"Yes, Sir. Is there a problem?" ask William from across.

"Is Harry your confidant?" ask Klayver without further ado.

"Yes." Yeah."

"How far does he know all our organizations? I'm guessing you haven't told her about my identity." Klayver wants to make sure.

"No. I didn't tell you all about you." William answered for sure. He then continued, "but regarding the organization, he had known it all."

"Oh, okay. Thanks." Klayver was deep in thought. He began to make plans.

"Is something wrong, sir?" william asked suspiciously.

"No."

Just a backup plan that William did not need to know, the inner Klayver was satisfied.

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The clock is set at 23:01 Manhattan time. The night looked dark, accompanied only by a few stars that decorated the sky. The moon chose to step aside for a moment. The clouds seem to hang, giving a sign that it will soon rain. Spilling water that has long been brought by nature.

Alice was sound asleep. An hour ago his eyes had protested so loudly that he gave up on the situation. His body lay comfortably on a king-size bed.

Suddenly, she felt a small touch gently rubbing the side of her face. The touch was as gentle as velvet. Like cotton that lightly fished itself.

A warmth flowed down in his heart. For a long time his soul thirsted for the touch of affection. Feel the longing for the true declaration of love.

Unconsciously, his soul was already barren. Long neglected. What he once had is long gone. Leaving behind a very strong emptiness and sorrow.

Yep. Anson is a pain for him. The beautiful memories they had for a long time were painful. That togetherness made his soul fragile when left in the void.

To him, Anson was everything. As hard as Alice covered, the figure never disappeared. There will always be a very longing. Mixing eternal helplessness.

It would be hypocritical for Alice to say that her life is fine without her. Anson is half soul. Half life. Half lives. Losing him was a big defeat.

That's why he did everything he could to avenge Anson's death. Alice knew her life would never be quiet without covering up Anson's tragedy with justice.

Just for her, Alice struggled to move on. As bitter as it feels.

However, since Klayver's presence, what he thought was dead has now risen again. The foreign emotions he had only given Anson were now re-emergent. In response to Klayver's existence.

At first he thought impossible. Alice's heart was already a lot of defects. Cracks here and there. Too often it fails and is patched repeatedly.

But nature has the power to make him rise. Responding to foreign needs every time he meets Klayver.

The cold man was, somehow, able to break down Alice's self-defense. He had come because of a shallow agreement, but had stayed by his side with such a high value that no one had ever noticed.

With him, the warmth came back. The pain he suffered after Anson's departure for a long time became faint. He was like a bandage, covering the invisible wound and bandaging it with a new warmth.

Who would have thought that warmth could be present from a very cold figure. His smile, for a long time, became the most expensive heroin. It was like a new oasis that Alice needed.

Alice has long been groping. Could it be that this feeling was just a momentary lie? Something that will disappear and disappear in a matter of days.

Butno. All of that is entrenched every day, growing bigger and more uncontrollable. What else should he say if this isn't love?

Something that came to him after his beloved departed. Instead of God for his arid life.

Klayver's existence cannot replace Anson completely. The two of them were different figures and it was impossible to close each other's existence. But Alice loved them equally. Different, but the capacity is the same.

Alice moved her eyelashes, feeling that the touch was disturbing her sleep. He blinked slowly and opened his eyelids.

"Night, Sweet Heart, sweet dreams?"

Klayver's masculine face looked down on Alice. The smell of bath soap is sharp, indicating Klayver has just come home and cleaned the body.

Klayver's strands of hair still looked wet, framing her perfect face. The smile of the man was full of meaning. There was a small indentation at the corner of her lips that looked charming.

"Klayvers?" Alice stammered.

"Yes, I think you're still waiting for me." Klayver rubbed the side of his wife's face gently. His touch was like a powerful opium. Alice froze for a moment and was almost speechless.

"I'm too tired. You mad?" alice asked feeling bad.

"No. You're a hard woman to piss me off, Alice." Klayver stared intensely at his wife. He threw himself on the side of Alice's bed and hugged his wife's body affectionately.

"By the way, we've never done the first night. Is it too late if I claim you tonight?"

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