Chapter 55 - Wouldn't You Know It
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*Emman's POV*
"Mr. Johnson, why would you be with this girl that you don't know of?" Peter asked out of genuine curiosity, obviously that was uncalled for. But he was new to the household, and so we nod along. Little did he know, Catherine was only at the other side of the door.
"This is Catherine Harper of News One, and my cousin," He introduced to us.
And his eyes widen "Oh damn, please forgive me, Miss Harper. Do please forgive me, I did not know, I am new here and have not given much information about the media set in this place." Peter apologized, embarrassed for implying any romantic relations between my father and the casual house visitor.
"It's all right, you dear boy," Cathy laughs at his distressed nature. "It's not that big of a deal, and I will let this pass by since you are new to all of this, but dear, next time you do visit this house, I'd appreciate it if you don't imply any ill intentions towards Howard, me, or any of the members of the Johnson family. You should have an idea who you're dealing with, especially since you have been friends with Emily for quite some time, am I right?" She spoke in a condescending tone and I felt sorry for Peter. Yet I wasn't surprised.
"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry again," Peter said and we nod as she leaves the room.
Then we walked back inside the dining area where the place had been set up elegantly. The chandelier sparkled. The flowers' scent filled the air.
"What took you guys so long?" Emily asked.
"We encountered a newbie," Kiki replied.
"Are you satisfied now, Em?" Peter looked at the others, abashed by the previous encounter.
"Whatever, Peter. Anyways, I forgot to mention earlier today my parents greeted me with such horrible news, I get to go to school after this summer. Students nowadays think education is a competition and there's also one reason why I hate it."
"Yes, and it's nothing to do with your obsessive condition last semester," Peter mutters under his breath.
"Then he started cheering me up by saying he'd let me buy a car of my choosing and he'd treat me to some sugary treats and tea, which is where we're heading right now," Emily says.
"Yay, we've arrived!" she said. "Emery, you really need to calm, wait here and I'll go grab your sweets and milk tea," I told my freshly arrived cousin Emery. "If I'm not back in 20 minutes, go after me, since I may have gotten into a fight."
"Fine," I responded, rolling my eyes in the process, and my brother started to walk away to bring me my sugary treats and afternoon tea, leaving Peter and me waiting in the home. Peter began looking through her phone, while I stared out the window, watching everyone's movements until something caught my eye.
It was a man who was talking to another man and it appeared to be serious, so he looked around and whispered something in his ear. I'm not sure why, but I have a gut sense he's dangerous, so I went outside for a walk.
Emily said, "Where are you going?"
"I'll be right back," I said as I walked out of the mansion and down the winding lanes.
Observing their interaction, I notice two men approaching her. From my vantage point, he appeared to be dispensing something. I pulled out my phone and took a photo of the man and his buddy, making sure to get a good close-up and clear shot of his face.
"So you want to date now and decide it's better to stalk someone first?"
Emery said and my face fell I looked at her and glared at her. "What? Am I right?" she asked "I do not want to date I'm just curious about this man and what he's doing, he's acting suspicious," I said.
Emily asked, "Is that so?" I nodded, and she went back to looking at her phone. After a few more minutes of waiting, he returned with a bag of chocolate bars and afternoon tea.
"Yay!" I exclaimed, kissing my brother on the cheek. "Thank you, brother, you're the greatest!"
"Hey, Emily," Emery began, "your twin over here just snapped a shot of a man, and I'm not going to lie, he's absolutely beautiful."
"You what?" Peter said, irritated. I flashed Emily a death gaze and warned her, "don't even dream considering asking for sweets from me," and she wailed.
I grinned as she pleaded, "OK okay I'm sorry I won't tell again!"
"All right, pleased we're on the same page," I said.
I shouted, "Emery, you're twelve years old; please elucidate what she was saying to me."
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