"President Harmon, You need help to bring down Aarvi Evans, Don't you?"

Leon tried to focus on the man's voice he never heard before. The accent seemed to be different and the man was probably in his late twenties or thirties. Leon could only come up as Aarvi's enemy or the real Evans's enemies.

He sniggered in mind thinking Aaron managed to give her a name that could protect her and make everyone admire her but it was the biggest threat. A lot would find her as a loose link to reach the Evans.

Since none announced her as Evans and everything was an assumption, Leon couldn't understand how the other man was sure he could reach the real Evans through her.

Being a businessman, he knew the man would definitely want something in return. "Who are you?" Leon questioned.

The man scoffed in response. It felt like the man was looking down on Leon for asking that question. A few seconds passed when the response came in mockery, "Leon Harmon, what is important? Your position and destroying her or my name?"

Leon's face darkened. Aarvi had warned him that every step was being watched. A wrong step could destroy him immediately with no chance to fight back. As much as he wanted to see Aarvi destroyed, he couldn't risk his position more. The Evans wasn't the one he should mess with.

"What's the price?" Leon tried to know the man, his motive, the price for the help. He could use it in his favor, trade with Aarvi, and get off her hands.

But what if Aarvi doesn't value it and still attacks him? If that man or he really trouble Aarvi, then Evans would destroy them all. It's like taking a direct ticket to hell.

"Leon Harmon, do you think others are idiots?" The person scornfully laughed as though he could read the mind of Leon.

Leon clenched his fist hearing the person. The risk would be high if he agrees without knowing this person. And the person didn't seem to agree on his terms. "Why should I believe you?"

There was a satisfying hum from the other side. Leon waited to know what the man was up to. He knew this might become another mess if things don't go as planned.

Leon felt his mobile vibrate to the message he received. He moved the mobile away from his ear to check it. Leon's eyes narrowed at the picture. It was a picture of Dylan and Aarvi standing face to face. It didn't look like the picture taken on the island.

He heard the man's voice so he kept his mobile at his ear, "When you could believe your two-faced brother, why couldn't you trust nobody who wants to help you?"

'Help?' Leon wanted to scoff as it was clear that person was taking advantage of Leon's condition. However, he focused on the problem.

Leon discerned Dylan had met Aarvi and he hadn't told him. Leon stood up from his seat and strode out. Believing anybody is dangerous, what if the man was somebody appointed by Aarvi to trick him to kill Dylan? He will get blood on his hand and Aarvi could use it.

Leon barged inside the room where Dylan was sitting on the couch and patiently speaking with somebody. Dylan stood up looking at Leon, he muted his call first and spoke, "Brother Leon, I am talking to Mr. Gilbert." One of the business partners.

Leon shoved his mobile to Dylan's face, "What is this?"historical

Dylan looked at the picture. He had hundreds of questions in mind however, he didn't faze especially after seeing the green bar at the top of the screen, "I had seen Aarvi Evans at the salon. Is it important? I need to convince this man." He said the truth about the picture.

Leon gritted his teeth. Dylan reacts as though it was nothing. So how could Leon doubt him? He stormed out of his office with a huge mess in his head. He didn't know who to trust.

To add fuel to the fire, "Your brother is a true player." The other end exclaimed.

Leon tried his best to stay calm. He commended Aarvi's way of gaming. Instead of just killing or physically attacking, she was making him all alone despite having everything. The fear of anything couldn't happen, none could be trusted, had ruined every ounce of peace and relief from his life.

"What do you want?" Leon asked, thinking the man might need money or Harmon Industries.

The man simply stated, "You need to clear the traces when my men will kidnap her tomorrow. Then help them to move out of the country in cargo."

Leon: "..."

Kidnapping? Leon had tried it and failed miserably. The team behind her wasn't easy to deal with. Leon hatched his plan hearing the confidence in the voice. When they successfully kidnap Aarvi, he thought to kill those men and get Aarvi under his control to avoid others attacking him.

"When and where?" He asked without revealing any emotions in the tone.

There was a pause before the man responded, "You will know."

Leon smirked when the call ended. The foreigner ended up in his trap by daring to dial him. That man wanted to use his name to reach Evans. Tsk.. If Aarvi vanishes, the Rivas family would burn Leon alive. Aarvi might be attacking him, but she had a huge army who are waiting to strike at him. She has to be alive if Leon wants to tackle those annoying men.

Now, he was curious how Aarvi was going to see him the next day.

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In the Rivas estate,

The cabana was built from artistically carved stone pillars and a circular dome-shaped roof. The white curtains were draped and tied to the pillars. It was decorated with candles which was the only source of light. Without overdoing it, there were enough candles to light the place in a honey tint.

Inside the cabana, the floor was cozily arranged with pillows and cushions with some yummy food. The couple ate less, flirted, and canoodled more. Both enjoyed their time together, the cold breeze with the warmth of an embrace, intimacy more than physical desires, some conversation, and her naughtiness.

Both would have loved to spend the night there but Aaron chose to return as it might rain in the night. They will lose sleep, get wet and she will catch a cold.

Instead of taking the long route which she chose, Aaron led her on a shortcut that takes them to the back of the mansion, passing through the Begonia flower plant field.

Seeing her playing around, enjoying her time, Aaron didn't have to ask if she liked their date. He pulled her to his arms and pecked on her nose tip, "It was just a date... Doozy." He did nothing much to make her so happy.

"Little things are what matters, my dear husband." She bopped their foreheads, "Who knows when we will get time like this?" With her work and his career, undisturbed time was hard to get.

She twirled away, holding his hand, "We can't change the past. We don't know the future. All we have is the present." There is no sin in being happy with what they have.

"Who knows what danger might knock on the door next?" She questioned shrugging her shoulders, leaving him helpless.

He noticed one major change after handling Rober Dawson. She focused on the present. "Then..." He pretended to give a thought, "I should make you happy every day. After all, happy wife for a happy life."

Aarvi giggled at his cheesy line, "How sweet!!"

While they had plans for happiness, others had different plans for them.