Chapter 181
- OWEN -
“Let’s just say, I needed to speak to you about certain arrangements.” The computer voice chimes. I withdraw my hand holding my phone to my ears steadily and place my phone back on the couch, keeping it on loud speaker.
The only being who can infiltrate my mansion any day and any time is me. Anyone else who even as much as assume to do so has a death wish. Being me meant forcing my body to adapt to a lot of poison so I’m immune to certain things that’s meant to kill me. Other people however are not.
Don’t get me wrong, so many times I nearly experienced death by my own hands but the best part about being a doctor is treating myself countless times. And working out new ways to make poison less harmful for me. You can call me a walking death. I always take poison with me. I always ensure to have it on any part of my body I please. It makes annihilating people I hate easy.
“Go ahead, I’m free enough to listen.” I respond, walking back in front of the window I came from. A cloud cast a shadow on the moon so the light that pleased me is temporarily obscured.
“You’re taking your time, Owen. I gave you a choice, your life for your service. However you’ve done nothing.”
This makes me scoff. I am not intrigued by the likes of S, not one bit.
I close the window and saunter forward towards my sofa. I don’t bend to take my phone though.
“Let me make something clear to you, They. I owe you nothing. I don’t work for you nor am I obliged to do things your way.” The disgust on my face is unhidden. If only S could see it, maybe that would humble They. S has been silent so I consider him humbled. “I’ll achieve my goals when it’s beneficial for me, is that understood? I am not your pawn, it’s quite the contrary.”
A deep chuckle escape my lips. This is when I pick up my phone. “I know everything about you. Including where you live, who your circle is and where everything that would destroy you is. Remember that. We’re co-operating, not in the regular status all your victims are.” I cock my head to the side. “And boy would your enemies kill to know what I know.”
They can’t kill me. Not even in a million years and They is fully aware of that. That’s why I continue to be They’s most disrelished acquaintance. They needs me not the other way around and even when my purpose has been exhausted, I can’t be killed by the likes of S.
Surely They’s not stupid enough to assume I have nothing up my sleeve if my death is not natural.