Chapter 38: Too Pretty To Kill
Standing still while Mr. Clark was hearing him, his face turned a little surly as if deep inside his mind he was worried about something. After keeping a brief silence, he mustered his courage to ask him, "But Sir...what if...Master Zenith also finds his fated mate just like you. Especially, if he falls in love with an omega—"
"Love? Haha..." With a scary sneer, Dolemort’s face turned scornful from his question. He averted his grey orbs rolled at him, while addressing in an adamant tone, "Any futile emotions like love shouldn’t exist in our family lineage in the first place. Besides, I know, Zenith despises absolutely any omega’s presence around him.
"And secondly, if such a situation arises according to your prediction, I will just have to kill that omega. A weak fragile omega won’t be hard for me to eliminate, so as his father I must bear the responsibility to eliminate that weakling if he ever crosses his path with my son. I must make sure to tie Zenith with an Alpha as soon as possible so that he would carry forward my Supreme blood lineage ahead."
Dolemort’s cold rude answer suppressed Mr. Clark to ask a further question as he quietly nodded to him. Before he was about to walk out of his room, Dolemort also ordered him, "Oh, I remembered next week it will be Zorina’s 13th death anniversary. So make sure to invite Zenith to visit the mansion. And I know he won’t act stubborn this time to attend his mother’s death anniversary."
"Yes, Sir." Mr. Clark coldly nodded at his command before walking outside through the door. A heavy exhale escaped from him when he stared blankly above at the ceiling while pondering, ’Sometimes, I really doubt how could a father be so cold-hearted towards his only son. If he had shown Young Master at least a little amount of love, instead of hurting him as always, would he have turned out so twisted like now?’
*PHONE RINGING*
Mr. Clark retrieved back from his thoughts with the loud sound of his phone ringing, but when he grabbed it out of his pocket, he was a little startled to see it was Zenith calling him. It was pretty rare for Zenith to call him first, so he curiously picked it up while answering, "Young Master? It is quite rare to see you calling me first. Did anything happen—"
"Mr. Clark, I need your help." Zenith’s voice sounded a little concerned from the other side when he urged, "Bring a car and come to the Academy as soon as possible to pick me up. I will wait at the back gate for you. Make sure not to use the front gate, because I will kidnap someone and keep him with me for a while, quite forcibly if you say so."
"W-WHAT!?" Mr. Clark almost shrieked from shock, while rolling his orbs in disbelief, "M-Master Zenith, did you kidnap someone? Why? Who?"
"I can’t disclose the details now. Come here as quickly as possible, also make sure to bring a pair of turtle neck shirts and branded denim of around my size. He’s currently naked with me."
Frozen and flabbergasted, Mr. Clark was at a loss of words when he mumbled, "N-Naked w-with you? Y-You must be kidding me right?"