Ang Mutya Ng Section E (Book - 3) English (On-going)

Keifer's POV

"Finish this. We need it for tomorrow's meeting," Clyde's employee said.

I looked at the stack of papers in front of me. My head was pounding. They wanted a summarized and analyzed report, layer by layer.

I knew the employees were retaliating because I left early yesterday. I even insulted one of them when they asked me to make coffee.

Sitting in the conference room, I had been typing for three hours straight. Hunger was starting to creep in.

I rubbed my nape and glanced at the laptop screen. I had already prepared the presentation, and the final document needed to be printed for Clyde's secretary to review after lunch.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. A blonde girl with greenish eyes peeked in. Her red blouse was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a hint of cleavage.

"Hey, I brought you some snacks," she said, walking toward me.

She placed a tray on the table—coffee and an apple pie. She smiled widely as she looked at me.

"Thanks," I muttered, shifting my focus back to the laptop.

I expected her to leave, but she remained standing next to me. Confused, I glanced at her again. She leaned in slightly, eyes fixed on the laptop screen. I instinctively moved back—our faces were so close that we almost touched.

"You're doing a great job. The report is almost done," she said, finally meeting my gaze.

Realizing how close we were, she quickly pulled away, an awkward smile on her face.

"Please don't do that again," I said, my brows furrowing.

My eyes and lips are only for Jay-Jay.

"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—I just wanted to help with the report," she stammered, rubbing her hands nervously, her eyes glistening.

I sighed. Maybe I was being too harsh. She was just trying to help.

"It's okay. You don't have to help me. I can do it myself," I said, turning back to my laptop.

She remained standing there. My patience was thinning. I took a deep breath.

"Do you need something else?" I asked, still not looking at her.

"Actually, Mr. Watson's secretary asked me to assist you with these papers," she said, gesturing toward the stack in front of me.

Clyde's secretary sent her?

Honestly, I could use the help. But having just the two of us alone in this room didn't sit right with me. Besides, something about her felt... off.

Before I could respond, she pulled out a swivel chair and sat beside me.

"So, how can I help?" she asked.

I handed her some documents.

"Read these and highlight the key points. I'll review them later."

She nodded and got to work. Thanks to her, I barely noticed the time passing. Soon, I sent the completed report to Clyde's secretary.

"Done," I exhaled, stretching my arms.

"Finally," she said, stretching as well. But when she arched her back, her blouse shifted dangerously.

I averted my gaze, pretending to focus on my laptop.

Jay, I swear I didn't mean to look!

"Thanks for the help. You can leave now," I said without looking at her.

She crossed her legs and spun her chair lazily. "Maybe I'll stay for a while."

"Suit yourself."

I stood up, gathering the scattered papers and shutting down my laptop. Just as I was about to leave, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I stiffened and turned to look at her.

"Stay with me," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "Let's take a little break."

In the name of God, my Jay-Jay will kill me if she finds out a woman tried to touch me. Please, Lord, deliver me from temptation. Amen.

I cleared my throat and shrugged her hand off, resuming what I was doing.

I had barely reached the door when she suddenly grabbed me. The papers slipped from my hands, and my laptop nearly followed. She shoved me back into my chair and straddled my lap, her legs on either side of me.

"What's the rush? I just want to get to know you better," she whispered, leaning closer. "Maybe we can have a little chat."

I turned my face away, disgusted. Her blouse had completely opened now. She ran a hand through her hair and placed both hands on my chest.

"Please move—STOP!" I shouted when her hands wandered toward my belt.

She hesitated for a moment but continued her advances. I grabbed her wrists, stopping her. Her hands trembled—fear flickering in her eyes. I didn't feel seduced. I felt nothing but loathing for this woman. If I lost control, I might actually hurt her.

"Step away. Now," I ordered firmly.

She swallowed hard and slowly stood up. I did the same, adjusting my necktie. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me and grabbed my belt again.

Then came the sound of camera clicks. I knew it.

Rage surged through me. Without thinking, I grabbed her by the throat and shoved her against the wall.

"What are you trying to do? Who sent you? Who the fuck sent you?!" I shouted, and she started to cry.

She couldn't speak properly because of my grip on her throat. I tightened my stranglehold even more, thinking about the possibility that someone had taken pictures of us like that. What if they sent them to the Philippines?

Damn it!

"Who took the picture?!" I asked again, but she just kept crying, struggling to catch her breath.

I used both hands to choke her. She tried to resist, but she was too weak. I watched as her face turned pale.

For some reason, I suddenly saw Jay-Jay's face in hers—gasping for air as I choked her. The image was so traumatic that my hands let go on their own.

No! I would never do something like that to her.

I looked at the girl I had just been strangling. She was on the floor, still gasping for air, tears streaming down her face.

"When do you plan to talk?" I demanded.

"I-It was Thomas... Mr. Clyde's secretary," she stammered.

Was this Clyde's plan?

Without hesitation, I stormed toward his office, pushing past people in my way. When I arrived, I didn't bother knocking—I barged right in.

I spotted his secretary and landed a powerful punch. I heard the sickening crunch of bones breaking, followed by the sound of teeth hitting the floor. He collapsed, blood pouring from his nose and mouth.

"Where is it?! Where's the picture?!" I shouted, grabbing his shirt.

He couldn't respond, choking on the blood flowing from his nose and lips.

"Keifer!" Clyde's booming voice filled the room. "Let him go."

I released him but kept my eyes locked on him. He struggled to stand, pressing his hand against his bleeding nose.

"Help him," Clyde ordered. That's when I noticed he wasn't alone.

Two men rushed in and assisted his secretary out of the room. I watched them until the door closed.

The moment it did, Clyde swung a punch at me—but I was faster.

My fist was already inches from his face when we both froze. Neither of us blinked, our breathing heavy.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked, his fist still clenched.

"You planned this, didn't you? Delete the fucking picture, or I'll delete your face."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I exhaled sharply, lowering my fist. He did the same, adjusting his tie and coat before walking over to his executive desk.

"I can sue you for assaulting my secretary," he said without looking at me.

"Then sue me! But I'll still break his jaw for taking that picture!"

Clyde looked at me, confused. "What picture?"

Now he was playing dumb.

"Delete the fucking picture!"

"What picture?! I don't understand what you're talking about!" He sounded irritated.

I stepped closer and slammed my fist against his desk. He flinched slightly but quickly regained his composure.

"Someone took a picture of me with a woman in a compromising position! She said it was your secretary!" I gritted my teeth, trying to control my temper. "Don't you dare use it against me."

A smirk formed on Clyde's lips, then he let out a small laugh, which only pissed me off more.

"Oh, I see now," he said, shaking his head. "You think I planned this?"

He started laughing louder. He even slapped his desk in amusement.

"You're with a woman? In a nasty position?" he repeated, still chuckling.

I didn't respond.

"A Watson will always be a player," he said, shaking his head. "You have nothing to worry about. It's normal for us to have women… in nasty positions!"

He burst into laughter again.

Fuck this!

Maybe for him, it was normal to have a woman. But not for me. Besides Mom, Jay-Jay was the only woman in my life. I had no plans to be a player. No plans to add a woman to my life.

I glared at him coldly. He must have sensed my seriousness because his laughter faded. I leaned in slightly, pointing my finger in his face.

"Delete that picture, Clyde, or I will erase your secretary from this world." My voice was low, deliberate, making sure he understood every word.

"Why are you so desperate to delete it?" he mocked. "Afraid your girlfriend might see it?"

"More than that," I said, stepping back. "More than that, Clyde."

I didn't want her to see it. She would get the wrong idea, and given our situation, that wasn't something I could afford. That picture could ruin the small hope we had left. I couldn't let her suffer because of me. It would destroy me.

Clyde sighed, sounding defeated. "Alright. I'll find it and delete it for you. So you can sleep peacefully tonight."

I didn't say another word. I turned and left his office, heading straight to the conference room. Along the way, I glanced at the employees I passed, whispering under my breath.

When I arrived, the woman was gone. I gathered the scattered papers and laptop from the floor, tidied them up, and walked over to an employee's desk.

She looked nervous as I placed the laptop and papers in front of her.

"I'm done. The copy is inside the laptop," I said. She gave a hesitant nod.

I turned on my heel and headed toward the elevator. I had no plans to return to my desk. My head was still burning, and I was already thinking of ways to deal with the people here.

When I entered the elevator, I noticed a group of women chatting inside. The moment they saw me, they fell silent and moved away. I felt like I was traumatized by that girl. I couldn't help but feel irritated by women in pencil skirts now.

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out quickly. I walked straight to the parking lot, where my car was waiting. Before, there had only been a driver and one bodyguard waiting for me.

Now, there was an additional car—with another bodyguard.

"Sir?" the driver asked.

"Hotel," I answered calmly.

I closed my eyes as the car moved. That woman gives me so much stress. Next time, I'll follow my instincts. When Keigan finds out, he'll fight me and say I was careless.

Oh fuck!

What if Jay-Jay finds out? I'll lose her! I can't lose her! I can't! I can't! I'll die if I lose her.

"We're here, Sir."

I opened my eyes and got out of the car. A sudden chill ran down my spine. I know our monster of a father has left because the hotel owner ordered him to, but I can still feel his presence. It's as if he has eyes watching me from the shadows.

I went straight to our suite. The first thing I noticed was Honey. She was on the phone, but her eyes were on me.

"Yes, I will," she said before ending the call. "Keifer, follow me."

She walked out of the suite and headed straight to their room. She picked up a paper bag from the coffee table.

"Everything is ready. We're just waiting for your go signal."

I opened the bag and looked at the clothes I had bought for her.

"Just stay in my suite for tonight," I said, putting the clothes back in the bag.

"Send them to the room through housekeeping or food delivery."

She nodded.

"Why don't you tell Keigan?"

"It's better this way."

She didn't argue. I left their suite and went back to my room. Before settling in, I checked on my brothers.

Keigan was asleep in his bed, a book resting on his chest and his glasses on top of it. I carefully took both and placed them on his bedside table. Then, I pulled the blanket up to his chest. The exhaustion on his face was evident.

This is exactly why I don't want to tell him my plans. He's already drained, and on top of that, he's dealing with something he won't even talk about.

I'm sorry, Keigan. There are things you don't need to know. I turned off the lamp and left his room.

Next, I went to Keiren's room. He was awake, packing clothes into his backpack.

"Kuya, Honey said you told her to ask me to do this," he said before zipping up his bag.

I sat down beside him. "Yeah, I did."

"Why?"

I ruffled his hair. "Are you mad at Kuya because you almost—"

"Will Dad find out?" he interrupted.

I sighed. He's smart, just like Keigan. There was no point in lying to him.

"I got scared," he admitted. "I know he's a bad guy."

I pressed my lips together.

"I always hear Kuya Keigan cursing at him. Saying things like 'rapist,' 'murderer,' and 'a living demon.' So, I know he's bad."

I was speechless. I couldn't believe Keigan had said those things out loud. Maybe he really did go through something terrible with our father.

"Your older brother is just angry," I tried to explain. "Don't mind him."

Keiren looked at me, unconvinced.

I took his backpack and placed it on his bed, helping him pack the rest of his things. I only asked him to bring a little, but he was stubborn.

"Kuya, why do I have to leave? Is Kuya Keigan coming with me?"

I laughed a little at the way he phrased that. He's too sharp for his age.

"No, he's staying with me," I said, zipping his bag shut.

"So, why do I have to leave?"

I stood up, fixing his jacket and his hair.

"Because Kuya is weak. I can't protect you yet, especially now that he's around. It's just for a few days or weeks. You'll be back with us soon."

"It's okay, I know you're busy. I don't want to be here anyway."

I forced a smile. "Promise—after this, we'll go anywhere you want."

His face lit up. "Can we go to Ocean Park?"

"Yes, we can."

I picked up his bags. When we left the room, Honey was already waiting with a food service crew member. She handed me another paper bag with clothes and other essentials.

"Good evening, Sir," the crew member greeted. "Ms. Honey has already explained everything to me."

I nodded.

"I'll wait outside," I said.

"This is the area without CCTV cameras," he explained, showing me a map on his phone.

He pointed to the location where I should wait. I recognized the area from before, so I had no problem with the plan. I had to trust this guy—he was the only one who could help us now. It had to be quiet, no unnecessary attention.

Dad has eyes everywhere in this hotel. If I slip up, I'll lose my brother. What if what happened to Keigan happens to him? I wouldn't be able to handle it.

"I'm leaving now," I said, turning to Keiren. "When it's done, the man is yours. You know what to do?"

He nodded and walked toward Honey. He helped her onto the lower part of the service cart, which was covered with a white blanket. His belongings and the paper bag were placed there too.

I left the suite and headed straight to the parking lot. My driver and bodyguard greeted me. I got into the car, and once we were far enough, we stopped at the designated location.

The driver and bodyguard stepped out as planned. I would take Keiren to his destination myself. I moved to the driver's seat and checked my wristwatch.

Thirty minutes. That's my deadline for that man. If he's not gone by then, I'll find him and make him regret it.

Only a few minutes had passed, but my patience was wearing thin. I thought about smoking, but I hadn't bought cigarettes. Then, I remembered my agreement with Jay-Jay—no smoking.

One cigarette — No profanity kiss.

I better send a message to the pilot sent by Mr. Moscow.

I looked at a man pushing a big trash can. He glanced around before crossing over to me. I didn't get out, but the passenger-side door was unlocked.

It opened, and the trash can opened too.

"Kuya," Keigan said while crawling out. "It smells bad in there."

I smiled while helping him sit properly. I also fastened his seatbelt. The man handed over Keiren's things and a paper bag.

"I'll go now, sir," he said.

I just nodded and let him leave. Then, I started the engine and drove off. We traveled for several hours before I decided to stop at a gas station. Keiren needed to use the restroom, and I needed to change my clothes.

We entered the restroom together and did what we had to do. After getting dressed, I took out the disposable phone Honey had prepared for me.

I turned it on and checked the numbers. I immediately sent a message to my target person and informed him about Keiren.

"I'm done, Kuya. Can we buy some food?"

"Sure."

I pocketed the phone and stepped out. We headed straight to the convenience store next to the restroom. Keiren practically took all the candies from the stall. I couldn't use a card because Keigan might trace me. I had no choice but to make do with the cash in my wallet.

"Let's go, Keiren."

We needed to move fast. The pilot had given me a strict schedule. If we didn't arrive on time, he'd leave without us.

We were heading to a private jetport, far from the city—far from that monster. I had to make sure he wouldn't know about our departure.

Half an hour before reaching the airport, I spotted the pilot standing and waving as he waited for us. I parked the car inside the hangar and quickly got out.

"Mr. Watson! We have a schedule to follow!" the pilot said, removing his aviators.

Keiren was carrying his belongings in his right hand while I held onto his left. He could barely see where he was going because of all the food he was holding.

"Come on, hurry up," I urged, pushing him forward.

"Okay! Stop pushing me!"

I almost collapsed onto the first seat I found, while Keiren sat beside me. It took me a moment to notice the fancy interior design of the jet.

Damn, this jet is luxurious.

"Can I help you with your baggage?" a flight stewardess offered.

My eyes widened. Are stewardesses on private jets really like this? Her ginger-red hair practically glowed. Her fitted uniform accentuated her curves, and—holy crap—her cleavage was on full display.

I immediately covered Keiren's eyes. He was too busy eating to notice anything.

"T-thank you," I stammered, handing her Keiren's bag.

I think I get it now. Were these the "freebies" Mr. Moskovosky was talking about? That's insane! No wonder I had a bad feeling about his words.

Keiren smacked my hand, so I let go. The coast was clear now, anyway. I looked back at the stewardess as she approached and offered me a drink. I nodded politely, still avoiding the trap. The booby trap.

She turned to get a glass, and I was even more stunned when her skirt rode up. Every time she bent down, her underwear was visible.

In the name of God… I'm still a man—I have needs. But Jay-Jay is the one I truly need. So please, Lord, give me strength to resist this temptation and ask my d*ck to calm down. Amen.

I prayed silently. I even closed my eyes and pictured about my Jay-Jay— My future wife, smiling and waiting for me while laying in my bed — Wait! What?

I snapped my eyes open and looked down. Damn. This might be a problem.