CHAPTER SIXTY DALLAS' BIG MOUTH LAND HIM IN TROUBLE

"Leonie Duncan is all beauty. Even if you have to stand together, trust you me, he will choose her over you." Cindy said. It's not like she wanted Jemmy and Leonie to be back together but by saying this, she was trying to ruin the relationship between Jemmy and Naysa. This would give her a chance to win Jemmy to herself. What a good plan?

"Are you ok?" Mira pretended to be concerned as she studied Naysa's frowned face.

"Mmh... Am fine." Naysa forced the words.

Just then the men walked in with Mr. Augustine complaining about Hank's funny behavior. And just now Jemmy had told him Hank disappeared and that's why he wasn't here in LA.

When Naysa saw Jemmy, she stood up immediately. "I want to go back." She said. How would she stay here any longer?

"Why? Aren't you going for the party I prepared?" Jemmy asked. Looking at Naysa, he realized something was not all right.

"Mmh... I need to see Marina. Besides, uncle Tarran doesn't know am in Country LA." Naysa said, walking out.

Stenson saw Naysa walking alone towards the plane and he thought well, I can as well joke with her a little bit. Since Naysa wasn't that hard on them, there was no harm of she was in a good mood, but not now.

"Madam you..." Stenson started but stopped. For the first time, Naysa was extremely angry that Stenson could sense the air around getting chilly. Naysa entered the plane alone.

"Can we just start going?" She asked the pilot.

"No madam. I have to wait for orders." He replied politely.

Thinking of Mr. Augustine's words was enough to make her cry. He just refered to her father as a useless man who left nothing behind for his people. It was true he didn't leave a company or even a simple hotel, but was he useless. Being alone, she finally let the tears down. The pilot was suprised. Was she happy? But why was her face like this? He had been told about the party so he thought she was supposed to be rejoicing.

Jemmy walked into the plane. Naysa pretended to look out, then wiped the tears off.

"Are you ok? Just tell me, what did they do to you?" Jemmy asked.

"Am ok." Naysa blew her nose angrily, at the same time trying to pretend she was ok.

K NATION

Dallas, who still had a bandaged arm was drinking with the few friends who remained after the incidence. He wasn't fine anyway, but he still couldn't remain closed in his room. They sat in the Dean West hotel. Since the Dean's were a well developed family, they had different businesses and the hotel was just one of them.

"I swear, I'll take revenge on the Grant's." He said.

"But man, how could you bend so low to be humilated?" Another unfortunate man said. He was only trying to add salt on a wound.

Till now, Dallas couldn't guess where the other six men went. They disappeared after they had successfully found their way out of Hera forest. And if they were still alive, then they didn't want anything to do with him because no one was even picking up the call. As for James, his case was more severe. He had no only gone through the worse treatment as them, but was given a more harsh encounter since he had a grudge with Hank.

"You know... Not just me, I'll make sure James and I seek our own justice." Dallas spouted.

While Dallas was busy talking nonsense, his father at home was reading a newspaper when a hand touched him. He almost jumped off his own skin.

Hank stood there like he did nothing.

If Hank was a bloody killer, then he would be an effective one. First thing, he preferred to climb in through the window or roof and catch his prey unprepared. In short, if he were destined to kill, then you'll be dead before you notice someone else is behind you.

Hank looked at the fallen newspaper. So Senior was going through the story about the Caskey's. How sweet? Hank looked at the frightened man.

What Dallas didn't know was, the Grant's had their men everywhere and nothing would escape them. When he swore to take revenge on the Grant's, the information reached Hank within seconds. He was relaxing in JHL hotel bored after thinking of anything else to do but couldn't find any. So he quickly got into the car and drove to the Dean's home. Now here he was, looking like he was used to coming in through the roof. After frightening senior Dean, he would walk confidently out through the main gate.

"Your son has sworn with the Grant's name." Hank said. "Do you know where he is now?"

"No!" Senior Dean answered immediately.

"Dean's hotel. Call him now!" Hank said, still standing.

Senior Dean immediately dialed DALLAS' number.