I will send someone over.

All through our drive home, Lucy could not stop talking about how she wished she dealt with the workers and how angry she was.

It felt as though as she was recalling the event, her blood pressure was rising more and more.

I stared at the window completely out of this world thinking about how I could just own a mall just like that. Is this a dream where I'm a princess with an unknown amount of wealth?

I was so curious to know if truly I was still dreaming that I used the hook of my belt to pierce into my skin.

"Ouch!" So it isn't a dream after all? Then how is it possible? I turned to Lucy who was still talking about the karate skills she wanted to show that ex-staff.

"Who did those files come from?" I asked but she looked like she didn't want to tell.

"I don't know. But the name that represented you on the document was Mrs Ayla...Jarek." she said the last name after a few seconds of waiting.

Finally, I got it. This was Gerard's doing. But how? How did he get to know that I was in the mall and was having problems with the staff? This definitely wasn't a coincidence and I knew it couldn't be Lucy because we were together the whole time and she didn't have the chance to even place a call to Gerard.

After looking at her lost in my thoughts for a while, I turned and looked out the window.

'I guess I'll have to cook once I get back home.' I thought to myself then a warm quick smile flashed across my face.

In Gerard's study, he received a call from someone but didn't say anything. The person on the other said everything.

"It's done now, sir. She signed the documents and the former owner of Essence has no problem with the arrangements."

After hearing everything, Gerard ended the call without uttering a word and placed the phone on the table. He had a cold aura and he looked like someone who was just recovering from the problems of the battlefield.

He picked up the phone again and called someone. It didn't even ring twice before the line was connected.

"Mr Jarek, everything has been sorted and I have asked my staff to place her in the best possible environment. In no time, she would know everything you want her to." the voice was very formal and professional.

"Umm." was all he said before disconnecting the line and once again placing the phone on the table.

Although Gerard Jarek has been placed with an unfortunate fate of spending most of his time at home, he was still the god of country C and whatever he says is final.

He has a lot of businesses and empires both in the country and internationally and although he stays at home most of the time, he still has power over all his businesses.

He walked to a safe and took out a phone then placed a call to someone with the name grandfather on it.

The phone rang for a while before it was finally connected. "I should probably visit the monks today because you gave a call."

A cracking yet bold and cold voice came from the other end and Gerard's cold appearance was a little warmer. He said nothing and waited for the old man to say something again.

"How is she?" he asked and got a sigh from Gerard. The old man could tell from Gerard's sigh that it hasn't been easy.

"Fine." was all Gerard said but the old man decided to ask further.

"Have you told her yet?" when he said this, his voice was as colder and he sounded more like someone from the military.

"Not yet."

"Why," the old man asked sceptically. For all he knew, Gerard didn't have much time anymore and would soon be cursed permanently. The old man could not understand why Gerard was talking so much time in telling Ayla the situation.

A sigh came from Gerard's end and it took a few seconds for him to reply. "She doesn't know what she feels. I'm starting to think that she would hate me, even more, when she finds out who exactly I am." for the first time in a long time, the old man could sense slight worry in Gerard's tone even though he tried his best to make it less obvious.

"Hmmm. And I am guessing you want to get advice on how to court a girl from me?" the old man said this with a bit of sarcasm in his tone. He knew that Gerard would never accept that he was the worse when it comes to falling in love most especially because of his history with ladies.

But the old man got an unexpected answer. "Yes."

From the end of the old man, he looked at his phone to verify the caller before putting it back on his ear.

"Punk! Are you being playful right now?" this time, he was serious and felt like he wasn't hearing Gerard properly or maybe it was just someone else using Gerard's phone but knowing fully well how secret this call is, he knew that the person must be Gerard

"No."

"You better not be messing around with me or else, I'll teach you a lesson the old way."

Gerard said nothing but didn't hang up the call either. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.

"Your wife is here." his cold voice returned and he got a snare from the other end.

"She's your grand mother, not my wife." if there was anyone that old man hated the most in the whole world, it was that conniving woman called his wife. She is the reason for their secret mode of communication and he couldn't wait to get his revenge on her.

"She came here with Anastasia," Gerard reported. Over the past few years, he had been giving his grandfather all the updates on the businesses and the house as well.

"Let them stay there for a while. I'll send someone to come and visit."

When he said this, a smile sinister appeared on Gerard. He already knew who this person was and he loved the sound of it.