Chapter 176

He could run to them, and stop them from leaving, the car have already sped off.

He saw the face of the person, throw to the ground, and gritted his teeth, he ran inside the hotel.

The club manager was instructing the receptionist, when he heard commotion behind him, he turned around with a frown on his face.

“Sir, your brother” the guard muttered, the manager eyes widened, “where is he?” he snarled at him.

The security man turned around, and he escorted him from behind, the both of them came out.

The manager ran to him, and squatted before him, he placed two fingers on his neck.

“He is still alive” he said with bubbling excitement, “get my car!” he snapped at the security man watching helplessly.

Jo got of his car, after parking it, he was in low spirit, he stood momentarily at his house before him, he felt rejected, and began doubting himself.

He took a deep breath and strode towards his house, his butler was watching him all these while from the balcony.

He strode into his room, and watched the empty bed intently, he sighed and plunged in weight on it.

Jo changed into a comfortable out-fit, and strode to the kitchen, and grabbed a glass of water “should I serve your meal, sir?” the chef asked, he glanced at her, and nodded.

Jo picked up his phone, and stared at Arial's number, his mind conflicting on what he has to do, he tossed it aside, and ate.

Philip pulled the sleeping Arial from his car, he took her inside the house.

A man wearing a cap, hiding in the dark, pulled out his phone, and dialed Jo's number.

“Hello” Jo's voice came from the phone speaker.

“Sir, I have trailed them to Philip's house the both of them are inside the house, I can't go in sir” the phone beeped in his ear.

He pulled the phone screen to his face, he blinked, when he saw the call disconnected.

He stared at the house gate briefly, before leaving the premises.

Jo threw the glass he was about to drink water with.

Bang!

It slammed on the wall, and broke into many pieces, he shifted the chair and strode up to his bedroom, his face looking gloomy.

He entered the bed, and covered the duvet, he shut his eyes, but sleep didn't come.

He repeatedly tossed on his bed, feeling frustrated, he sat on the bed, and stared at his phone, he called Arial's line.

It rang, but it wasn't picked, he tried once again, but she didn't pick.

“Who is this damn caller!” Philip cursed, he walked briskly and picked up, Arial's purse, he rummaged inside and brought out the phone.

He picked the call “stop calling son of a bitch” he snarled, the other end, the caller was silent.

“Get lost!” he snorted, and ended the call, he stood where he was, and watched Arial sprawled on the bed helplessly, his face darkened,