Gregor turned to look at her with a blank facade before saying,
"Your friend wants to become an assassin. Why don't I train you so you can train your best friend to become one?" He said with a mischievous smirk on his face.
Brielle pursed her lips hard staring at him with a mixed of emotions. She was speechless and confused by what he said. She didn't know if he was pulling her legs or not, but his expression had remained stoic like a rock under a mountain.
There was a pause between them as they stared deeply into each other's eyes.
The other didn't explain further while the other just remained there muted, not knowing what to say. They remained like that for a long while until Dom suddenly appeared with a bloodied knife on his hands.
"Master,we are done". He said head bow deeply.
"Good, give her the gun". He ordered coldly. Brielle felt her heart skipped a beat at his deadly command. So he is planning on training her to become an assassin? What is his gain in doing this? She thought as she stared at Don who was holding a gun.
Her heart was racing fiercely in her chest as she had never held a gun in her life before. It was as if her heart was about to be ripped open into two.
Her eyes dilated for a while before she stretched her hand trembling slightly as she took the gun from him, her hand shook slightly but Gregor didn't care. He ordered coldly,
"Kill her".
It was a simple two words he had said. 'kill her' who is she killing? She thought and kept staring at the gun in her hands.
Thought you wanted to get rid of your brother's contracted wife? Do it! He ordered coldly staring deeply into her eyes.
Brielle gasped in shock as she didn't expect him to know what she had always wanted to do.
She didn't say anything for a while before sighing deeply.
"I can't kill her now. My brother will haunt me. " She said with small voice.
Gregor nodded in understanding before smiling devishly.
"Call your best friend and tell her what to do." He ordered giving Brielle another bomb blast. How did hell did he know what she and Scarlett were planning? She thought and stared at him in disbelief before nodding quickly. She didn't want to offend him especially with the way he had treated her some hours ago. So she took out her phone and dialed Scarlett number. It was ringing and after a few rings, Scarlett finally picked up.
"Brielle, finally. Have you found a solution?" Scarlett asked with a tired voice. She would not let another woman, especially a worthless woman like Hannah take her place in Logan's life.
"Do you already figure out a way on how I can get pregnant for Logan?" She asked again.
Brielle took In a deep breath and spoke in the most calmest manner.
"Yes, do a fake DNA paternity test and post it online on your social media platforms or you can visit a broadcast station and go live telling the world how you and Logan got intimate on the night of his introduction party and you ended up getting pregnant for him as he denied the pregnancy because Hannah refused to accept reality. " Brielle explained bluntly.
Scarlett smiled wickedly.
"Gosh, what a powerful plan, I like it. I will definitely do it. Thanks bestie. You are such a life saver. Let's see how that bitch survive this fatal blow". Scarlett said with a small vicious tone.
"Get it done before tomorrow. " Brielle ordered and Scarlett said okay. With that , Brielle hung up and turned to look at Gregor with a blank expression.
"Smart of you Brielle. So tomorrow, we'd be going to Germany for some business and then you can show me how good you are on bed". He finally said and Brielle eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't believe what she just heard.
Did he just say she could show him how good she is on bed? Her heart tumbled over and she nodded her head vigorously.
"Yes, yes I will definitely prove you wrong about my sex life." She said with a bright smile. After that, she bowed her head at him and went to explore the deserted area. The moment she left,
Don bowed his head before asking,
"Master, are you really going to sleep with her ?"
Gregor didn't answer and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lighted one before placing it inside his mouth and inhaling it softly, puffing in and out.
He turned to look at Don and smiled evilly.
She will be transported to Germany. Do you really think I'd waste time in fucking a woman when things are beginning to escalate. Gregor smirked mischievously and threw away the cigar on the floor.
So what wyll happen to her now? What if the Emersons find out about theor missing family member? Don asked calmly. Though he wasn't worried, he was just curious on how Gregor will face Logan if Logan demanded to see his sister.
Gregor scowled.
"Logan doesn't care about the Emersons––"
"...he cares about her... his contracted wife, the low class girl Hannah ". Don cut him off.
Gregor smile didn't falter as it increased bigger before speaking coldly,
"Soon, they won't be together again once every thing is exposed ". He added with a sinister smile and Don wondered what his boss meant by that statement. But he didn't ask any further.
Back at the hospital,
Logan was still sitting on the conjoined chair when the emergency door open and Hannah was wheeled out and taken to the presidential ward.
Arriving at the ward, the nurse fixed the IV drip on Hannah's hand and left while Logan stood there staring at her. Tomorrow he will be going to Germany for something important, but he was beginning to have two thoughts whether or not he should take her along with her for protection.