His Devious Rule

Kyle watched the handsome man intimately standing with Anya Owen. He was shocked to see her so close to a man. It had nearly been two years, yet he never got a chance to even sit close to her.

Hence he couldn't help but to check out the man. Undoubtedly, Alvin was taller and his athletic physique was muscular. He became envious especially when he caught Anya's slender fingers on the arms of the man.

Clenching his teeth, he dared to look at the face again. Even under the dim light, he could make out that handsome face could make any man feel inferior of looks. As soon as his eyes met Alvin's sharp gaze, he looked away as if he would be burned alive.

Anya tried to get away from Alvin's arms but it wasn't useful. She pushed her head back and looked at Alvin. She thought he must have come out of the bathroom to say something or complain about the task. Hence she was off guard against him.

Alvin's expression softened when their eyes met, "What's wrong?" She asked.

Alvin wasn't going to tell her why he went there. His fingers brushed her silky short hair when his eyes went on Kyle Reynolds. He wouldn't say Kyle was bad-looking but he didn't feel lean Kyle was fit for his Little Donut. She could knock that man off at the flick of her fingers.

Alvin stepped away before she could use her little paws on him. He brazenly lied, "I just missed you." He shrugged as he went back to the bathroom.

Anya: "…"

'Missed her?' It hadn't been a minute since he went to the next room.

Shaking her head, she turned to Kyle whose eyes were on her. She never let him or anybody touch even the hair on her head. The physical contact with her was shaking her hand. Kyle obviously labeled Alvin as special to her.

Anya didn't care what was running on his mind, she pointed to the table where chairs were on either end. "Take a seat." Her distant voice sounded.

Kyle unawarely followed her command and sat down. Coming out of the thoughts about Alvin, he started questioning, "Anya, Where were you all these days? Are you alright? Did they do anything to you? Who kidnapped you from the car? I thought they would k… kill you." His eyes tried to take a look at her to make sure she was fine.

Anya didn't respond. She wasn't there to respond to him but got some answers, "How did Harper Johnson get to know about the hard disk?" Her interrogation started. She didn't have a lot of questions, she was trying her luck before stepping forward in her mission.

Kyle looked hurt due to her attitude of treating him as a criminal. He soberly repeated what he had told the other officers, "I don't know." He lied without batting an eyelid.

Anya spun the paperweight that was on the table. She stopped it in front of Kyle as she voiced, "President Collins isn't with Harper Johnson."

Her left hand finished her identity card and placed it next to the paperweight, "I have no reason to join my hands with Harper Johnson."

Kyle's eyes widened yet again. Disbelief was written all over his face when he touched the card on the table. The hologram on the card shone under the faint light, the logo of the special service bureau next to her picture screamed of the authenticity of the card. His voice shook before she could continue, "Y-you…"

He couldn't believe she wasn't an assistant general secretary. She was the officer who was responsible for a series of suspensions of many people around Bernard.

Anya spun a pen next to her identity card as she added, "The only other person who knew about the hard disk was YOU." Her lips curled in a mocking smile, "And you want me to believe your, 'I don't know.'"

Kyle's eyes were glued on the Identity card. Her name, age were real, but she behaved like a whole new person. She was a spy in the secretariat, he doubted whatever he knew about her had any truth.

Was she putting on an act for such a long time?

Was she even a single mother?

Did he follow the fake side of her for two years?

Was it the reason she never accepted him?

Anya continued but with a lie. She pulled the paperweight towards her with her identity card, "Do you think President Collins would play dirty with an officer?"

Kyle's attention shifted back to the topic, "President Collins knew your identity?" He was shocked.

Kyle was working in the secretariat for seven years. He was her senior, a reputed general secretary. Whereas Anya only worked for less than two years in which she was a trainee for a year. Yet she had managed to earn the trust of Bernard easily.

Kyle assumed Bernard trusted her because of her identity and added him as trusted secretary to catch him as a mole.

Anya didn't respond. Bernard still doesn't know her identity. She leaned back on the chair, keeping her identity card in a safe pocket.

She knows he had tons of questions but he deserved no answer. She continued her work, "If you don't want me to torture you for the truth, Kyle Reynolds…"

Her low voice was intimidating catching Kyle off-guard. He wasn't ready to believe she was the same Anya Owen.

Anya tried to put some sense into his mind, "… Why don't you save yourself with the truth? Trust me when I say, no lawyers, no family connections will help you but the truth."

What she said was the truth. If Kyle was forced to do so, he will get a chance of redemption after a punishment. If he did it for money and materialistic things, then he destroyed his life with his own hands.

So far, Kyle always heard the interrogating officer question him and just said to him that this case doesn't involve any lawyers. All they needed was proof and evidence, if not his oral statement.

Then he got to know if he stays quiet for a month, they could do nothing to him and let him go as there was no proof against him.

Hearing Anya that she will torture him for the truth, he opened his lips to say something but shut it immediately.

Alvin, who completed his task, returned to the room and sat next to her. Anya patiently watched Kyle who wasn't able to make up his mind to say something.

'Knock… Knock…' There were faint knocks on the door.

'Were they caught?' Alvin's first thought and looked at Anya who was dead calm.

Anya stood up and cued Alvin to go to the bathroom. Showing her identity card to Kyle came in handy. She pressed her palms on the table and questioned Kyle, "Who is at your door at wee hours?"

Kyle swallowed hard looking at her dark gaze. He shook his head in response, he didn't know.

Anya threatened him, "Don't even dare tell them about our presence" After all Kyle doesn't know she had sneaked in the building.

She quickly went to the bathroom signaling Kyle to open the door of the room. She left a creak at the bathroom door to see who it was.

If the guards had tried to cover them, it would have been impossible for their boots to make no noise. If it was somebody going to meet Kyle for a reason, their footsteps would have echoed in the lobby or noticed the unconscious guard at the door wasn't asleep. This was certainly somebody who was sneaking inside.

Alvin leaned on the wall and watched his Little Donut's actions under the faint light that was coming from the window. In his view, she was daring and shrewd. She was able to grasp the situation in a matter of seconds and stayed extremely calm.

Suddenly his brows creased hearing incoherent whispers in the room. Anya who heard a woman's whispers took a look inside the room through the faint gap of the door.

Initially, she was able to look at only the side view. As soon as that woman moved, Anya's expression drastically changed.

Her thoughts ran wild. She also planned out her next day's work, making her sigh. The Chief Justice really was giving her a hard time by giving her no time.

Anya wasn't able to make out the words of the woman whereas Kyle's words were audible. He argued with the woman, "I am sick of all these."

Who would like to be imprisoned in a room all day?

"I am not blaming her."

Anya knew 'her' was her. Harper already knows her as a cop. Kyle got to know her real identity. So why would Kyle be a fool to blame her?

'Wait, since Harper already knows her as a cop, why was he using the moles to push the blame on her?' Her eyes turned predatory at the realization. Harper was planning something.

Anya quickly moved away from the door and turned on her smartwatch. She messaged a string of numbers, [Update!?]

She felt Alvin move near to her, so close that she could feel his warmth. Alvin couldn't whisper so low so he wrote a question mark on her cheek using his index finger.

Anya silently chuckled at his actions. Turning around, she stood on her toes and whispered in his ear, "Harper's whereabouts."

He tried to write on her cheek again but her palm appeared between. He could feel her grin mischievously when he was writing on her palm, [HOTEL] Harper was in a luxurious hotel.

Anya silently laughed in amusement at how they were talking. At the same time, she was touched to know he was keeping an eye on Harper for her. She tried to whisper, "Than…" She swallowed the rest of the words recalling kisses for the thank you.

'Where is my attention?' She quickly fled away to keep herself focused.