Chapter 4
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Colt's POV
Three lines formed on my forehead when I looked at my Patek Philippe Nautilus. It was the same model of watch that I had lost—no, stolen was the right word to use.
I had no idea how that woman had the audacity to steal from me despite my help, and I was clueless about why I let myself get involved with his mess. Since when did I start caring about others?
Perhaps I was simply captivated by her beauty and could bear the thought of those men damaging her angelic face.
Angel? My ass!
Did she even know the value of the watch? It would be lucky for the buyer if she only sold it for five hundred dollars or less. I was thinking about whether to track her down and have her arrested or just let it go, considering it a waste of time.
I sipped my wine while sitting on the lanai of my mansion. In front of me was an infinity pool, and not too far away was a mazed garden with a large jar fountain.
"Master is on the lanai."
I paused while pouring Cheval Blanc into the wineglass upon hearing my butler's voice. Following that were the voices of my cousins, Corbin, Carter, and Connor. We were all Ventura, cousins on our father's side.
Surely, they were about to disturb my peace. Among my cousins, I was the most serious one. I was all about business and making money, not wasting time on frivolous matters.
Rare as raindrops in the desert that they would catch me joining their good times. So, they often sought me out to disrupt my tranquility and to enjoy my collection of expensive wines.
"Hey, bro," Corbin greeted me with a tap on the shoulder as he took a seat on the couch opposite me.
I was closest to Corbin due to our similar personalities. Corbin was also serious in life, but unlike me, he wasn't into business. He graduated with a criminology degree and chose to be a secret agent.
He was currently investigating a major syndicate, and I had noticed his distraction for a few days as he focused on investigating a woman who was a queen of the local syndicate.
Corbin's job was dangerous, and his activities had to remain secret. Still, he shared them with us so we'd know if something bad would happen to him. Plus, he knew we would never put him in danger.
"How's your girl?" I asked about the syndicate queen.
"Let's not talk about her."
I shrugged. My attention shifted to the brothers Carter and Connor, who had just entered the lanai. They probably went to the mini bar first, given the wine bottles and Pinot noir wineglasses they held.
Connor was the same as my age— twenty-nine. Carter was two years younger. Like me, they were also considered billionaires due to their successful businesses.
"What's up?" Carter asked as he settled beside me, sniffing the wine before taking a sip.
Carter was carefree and no nights went by without him going to the bar. He was also into car racing; in fact, the scar on his eyebrow was from a pointless race. His sports car had flipped over, but luckily, he was wearing protective gear that minimized the damage.
"Cheers! To my bleeding heart!" Carter exclaimed, taking another sip of wine. It seemed he intended to drown himself in alcohol.
"What? You heartbroken? C'mon, bro!" Corbin laughed.
"Leave my place after thirty minutes," I said, about to stand up, but Carter stopped me. He buried his face in my chest.
"I'm doomed."
I pushed him away.
"Don't you all take me seriously?" Carter's eyes reddened.
They all shook their heads in response.
"My heart really hurts."
"Tell us, Carter. Are you using drugs?" Connor, his brother, asked seriously.
"Of course not! I might be a joker, but I don't do drugs."
"Why? What happened?" I couldn't resist asking.
"Would you believe that she's in love with a fairy? And the mother fairy took her away, so they broke up." Connor explained.
Corbin burst into laughter. "Seriously?"
"I'll go with you for a drug test tomorrow, Carter," I said seriously to my cousin.
"I'm dead serious! There are things in this world that are hard to believe. But I saw it with my own eyes; she transformed into a fairy!" Carter was trembling with agitation.
"Alright. We believe you now," Connor reassured him. "But if you don't want to take the test, we're still taking you to a psychiatrist."
Carter's eyes narrowed in irritation.
"By the way, I have something for you to find," I said to Corbin, changing the topic.
"Who?"
"A woman," I replied.
"What's the case?"
"She stole my watch."
"The thousand-worth of watch?"
"Yeah."
"Shoot. Just give me the details."
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Colt's POV
Luck seemed to be on my side. I didn't need Corbin's services anymore because the woman I had been searching for was right in front of me.
I was currently at a party hosted by a Senator, and the guest list included high-society figures, politicians, renowned actors, and fellow business tycoons like myself.
The woman was dressed as a waitress, her exhaustion evident on her face, yet she managed to keep a smile as she served the guests.
The men at the party couldn't help but fixate on her, regardless of age or status. It wasn't surprising, given her ethereal beauty, even with minimal makeup. Her beauty would surely overshadow others if only she were wearing a dress, especially those who excessively relied on makeup.
My heart sank when I noticed her heading to a quiet corner, wiping her face. Despite the fully air-conditioned hall of the hotel, she was perspiring due to serving unceasingly. A few strands of her hair had escaped from her neatly tied bun.
Congressman Mijares approached her – the father of the woman I had been hooked with just the previous week.
He put his hand on her waist, seemingly checking if she was alright. I knew the Congressman's concern wasn't genuine; he had ulterior motives. In contrast, the woman, despite her obvious fatigue, managed to smile in a captivating manner.
"B!tch," I whispered under my breath. In my eyes, she wasn't just a thief; she was also a gold digger.
A waiter obstructed my view, making it difficult for me to observe them. It took less than twenty seconds for a scream to pierce the air, coming from the congressman's wife. I saw her clutching her cheek as her husband battled to keep her from creating a disturbance.
The commotion seized everyone's attention, and whispers spread like wildfire.
"Is she the Congressman's new mistress?" I overheard a veteran actress ask a socialite.
"Yes, I think so. I heard Congressmen have a thing for cheap women."
"What a coincidence, imagine a Congressman being invited to the same party where his mistress is on duty."
I wasn't sure whether to believe what I heard, but considering the woman's wickedness, it didn't seem implausible.
"I don't even know that man! He just came up to me out of nowhere!" I heard the woman protest.
"Liar! How can you not know my husband? He's a Congressman! Stay away from him, you slut!"
"Take back what you said." The woman's face darkened.
"I know you're my husband's mistress!"
One of the bodyguards blocked the woman as she was about to slap Congressman Mija res, creating quite a spectacle.
"Let me go! I'll make that old hag's face even worse!" the woman yelled.
"Hey, you think you're brave? I'll sue you for saying that to wife!" Congress Mijares turned to his bodyguards. "Go on, throw her out!" Congressman Mijares ordered.
The bodyguards dragged the woman away.
"I need my payment for working here!" The woman began to cry, struggling to break free.
"Wait!" Congressman Mijares's wifeshouted, approaching the woman while taking something out of her pouch. It was a substantial amount of money, which she casually threw at her face. "There! Consider that payment so you won't go near my husband."
My heart ached at the sight. It felt like too much humiliation for the woman. She didn't fight back, instead, she began to picked up the money.
I couldn't stand idly by and watch everything. Without a word, I approached the woman, took her by the arm, and quietly led her out of the hall.
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