The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 266: Meeting a friend

"As I was saying, can you do it?"

Quentin’s cold breath caressed the shell of Marcus’s ears.

Marcus’s heart thudded. This time, he was frightened. The fear crawling into his heart was something he never felt before.

Marcus couldn’t even breathe for a second, his eyes wide with the brutality this man had caused on Butler Frank’s body. He could even see Butler Frank’s missing heart because the hole in his chest was big enough for anyone to see something was missing.

"If I say yes..." Marcus blurted out in a flat tone, slowly turning his head to Quentin. "... will you clean up... this mess?"

The corner of Quentin’s lips curled up in satisfaction. "That’s easy."

"Hiding their bodies is not what I meant." Marcus’s voice shook, knowing the situation he would be in if the bodies in his villas weren’t cleaned up. "These people have families and they know they work for me. Everyone would find it strange if I suddenly changed all the workers here while the ones I fired went missing."

"And I say that’s not a problem." Quentin’s eyes narrowed as he smiled. "Do we have a deal, Mr. Arkwright?"

Marcus looked away and set his eyes on Butler Frank. He felt trapped. The way Butler Frank’s chest was hollowed out told him whoever did this was not human.

He was skeptical about it as such mysteries only happened in fantasies. But to see was to believe.

Marcus clasped his hands into a tight fist until his knuckles turned white. "What are you?"

"What am I?" Quentin straightened his back and leisurely walked a few steps away while pondering about it.

Marcus looked back at the man, watching Quentin rub his chin while walking in circles. When Quentin stopped, Marcus flinched. Quentin chuckled and when Marcus blinked, the man was already in front of him.

Marcus’s breath hitched as his eyes widened once more, staring at the pair of fangs peeking out of Quentin’s mouth. The latter’s eyes were also shining in bright red as he said,

"What I was is the same as you, but what I am now is what she turned me into."

A monster who fed and lusted for blood. Someone who couldn’t fight the urge to drink human blood and no matter how much he did, he was still thirsty for more.

That was what he was, an abnormal being Filomena had purposely turned.

******

Meanwhile, in the resort, Fil peeked up at Jackson as they ate dinner in their room together.

"Jack," she called, only to hear him hum. "I called Michael today."

Jackson lifted his eyes to her, looking a little tired than usual.

"Michael?" he repeated, rummaging through his memories before he finally recalled who he was. "What about him?"

"Well, I was thinking of meeting him before the wedding," she said honestly. "He’s become a good friend of mine, but I’m still undecided about inviting him to the wedding. So, I was thinking since you’ve been busy, I thought I should tag along with Kenzo and Elise tomorrow on their way back. Don’t worry. Michael will meet me halfway, so I can return before nighttime."

Jackson blinked slowly. "Are you asking for my permission?"

"Well." Fil massaged her nape, realizing she did sound like she was asking for his permission. "It’s not like that, but —"

She pressed her lips and smiled at him. "Can I?"

"My love, you don’t have to ask me for permission," Jackson chuckled and clasped her hands. "Just letting me know is fine. Should I come with you and meet him? I haven’t thanked him for his help the last time."

"Did you settle the problem already?"

"No, not yet."

"Then why are you asking me if you should come?"

"I thought you’d want company."

Fil smiled reassuringly. "I’m fine. I know even if you don’t want to, you have to leave and work. I’m afraid if you delayed it even for a day, you’d have to work on our wedding day."

"Impossible." Jackson lifted her hand to his lips. "I won’t miss our big day, no matter what."

"So, I’ll go with them tomorrow!" Fil happily smiled, and the couple continued to eat.

The couple went by their usual routine without any events.

When the night deepened, Jackson opened his eyes and gazed at her. Knowing she was sound asleep, he carefully slipped out of the bed and took his phone. Dialing Dustin’s number, and the call immediately went through.

"Fil is going to meet a friend tomorrow," said Jackson. "Can you keep an eye on her?"

"Sure." Dustin nodded. "Jackson, how was the search?"

Hearing this, Jackson couldn’t help but massage his brows. "We’re retracing his steps and investigating everyone she made contact with."

Searching for Quentin was akin to searching for a needle in a haystack. The man had kept moving from one place to another, barely leaving any clues behind. Hence, Jackson resorted to investigating everyone Fil made contact with since the time she met Quentin.

Knowing Quentin, he would even use all the innocent people just to have leverage.

Dustin already managed to cut the blood links Quentin had with Fil’s family and even friends. It was why Jackson gave Fil the idea of inviting Kenzo and Elise to the resort. Hence, Jackson knew Quentin would most likely target those acquainted with her. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The man would use anyone just to get a moment’s hesitation from Jackson.

It was the reason Jackson couldn’t stay with Fil because he had to confirm the places Quentin had been.

"I see." There was a tinge of disappointment in Dustin’s voice, but he didn’t pressure him. He knew Jackson was already doing everything he could.

After that call, Jackson returned to the bed and joined his bride to sleep.

***

The next day, Fil tagged along with Kenzo and Elise. The two of them wanted to relax more, but they had to work the next day. Hence, despite their reluctance, they couldn’t stay. They were just glad Fil tagged along with them and they could talk for more until they dropped off Fil in the restaurant to meet Michael.

When Fil arrived at the restaurant, Michael still hadn’t arrived. So, she sat by the corner close to the glass wall. Her wait wasn’t long though as she caught a car pulled up across the establishment. The moment she saw Michael getting out of the backseat, a smile turned up on her face.

She watched Michael bent over to the backseat as if to say something to the driver before casually crossing the street. Seeing him in a suit, she couldn’t help but think how different he looked.

But as Fil watched Michael almost reach the establishment, a truck driving at a high speed abruptly ran over him.