His Devious Rule

Alvin glanced at Anya, he didn't like how he made her go against her principles for him. His hand slid to hers and brought it to his lips. He kissed her backhand, breathing a silent sigh.

Anya smiled seeing Alvin do some actions without his awareness. But she was really curious what was in his mind, that he cared to save the two brats.

"Disgusting." Nickolas snorted, witnessing their action.

Anya's expression changed drastically. Alvin realized what it was and slammed on the brakes. Before Alvin could say or do anything, Anya removed her seatbelt, sat on her knees, and stroked across Nickolas's cheek, harder than last time.

Nickolas wasn't grateful, Anya didn't mind, she wouldn't let him look down on her or Alvin. "I am good at taming rascals. Try me." She warned him as she sat back.

Nickolas wasn't so young that he couldn't understand anything. He was bloody nineteen. One who should protect his underage sister was teaching such illegal things.

The girl trembled in the corner without making a single noise. She was more afraid of her parents grounding her for a week or two or sending them to a rehab.

Alvin drove towards the luxurious apartment in the city. The security stopped them, Alvin directly opened the backseat window for them to see the two residents of the apartment.

Then he drove inside. Anya alighted the car and received an envelope from a cop. She looked through the details in it.

She wanted to help Alvin, and she did by bringing those two brats out of the hotel. However, she neither wanted to help the two brats nor take responsibility if the two brats left any clues in the hotel suite.

Hence she asked the police agency to send her legal papers with the brats' names on them. It would be signed by the brats and their parents, assuring the law that their kids will be rehabilitated immediately. If they were caught having drugs again, they will be sentenced to a few years. Thus Anya only helped them avoid the public eye and step into the police station.

"You b*..." Nickolas paused his words when Alvin shot him a deadly glare, "Why did you bring the cop here?"

Anya ignored the teenager and instructed the cop, "Please wait here. I will be back soon."

The three went to the penthouse and rang the bell without letting those two hide inside.

One to open the door was a maid, "Yes!?" She looked at the two unknown faces who didn't take their permission to arrive in the apartment. Then her eyes landed on two teenagers and smiled amiably, "Young Master, Young Miss, why…?"

Alvin cut her off rudely, "Get your master and mistress." He went inside the penthouse, holding Anya's hand.

The maid was confused while the two teenagers hesitantly entered their home. The maid quickly ran inside to get Janet and her husband.

Anya stopped the teenagers coldly, "Stop right there." Both froze, willing or unwillingly.

A middle-aged man in leisurewear came out, fixing his glasses on his nose bridge. The maid ran upstairs to get Janet.

"You-" Wilson looked at Alvin before, looking at Alvin head to toe twice, "Alvin… What a surprise!?" His expression changed looking at his children. They looked unkempt, frightened, and intoxicated.

His voice hardened and frowns appeared, thinking of clubbing. "Are you also drunk?" He asked his daughter who was underage.

Anya and Alvin said nothing while the teenagers lowered their heads.

Wilson got angry and slapped his son, "How dare you bring Jia to clubs? Don't you know she is underage? If pictures of her drinking leak, the media will leave us for nothing."

Anya's expression changed when she heard about the media, she couldn't believe he cared about the media instead of his children.

Wilson looked at his daughter and lifted her chin to look at him, "Jia, you are smart. How could you do this? You are grounded for two weeks. Step out, I will break your legs."

Anya sneered, "Great." She clapped sarcastically, "Good way of parenting." She couldn't believe the upbringing of middle-class families she knows and upper-class families changes so drastically. Grounding the children doesn't solve the issue. They would be tempted to do the same thing in a better and sneakier way.

Wilson's expression darkened after being questioned about his parenting, "Who are you? My family business is none of your business."

Anya removed a letter from the envelope and stuffed it into Wilson's hand, "Well, your family business would have definitely become the nation's business."

Alvin saw Janet stepping out of the last step. He grabbed two teenagers' hands and pushed them towards her without mercy. "Mrs. Wilson, guess what?" He snickered, "You need me to save your career and reputation." He glared at the woman in hatred.

Anya: "..."

She realized Alvin might be behaving like he was over everything, but somewhere in a corner, he was still affected by Janet's words, said two decades ago. He was still wounded by Janet's words that he would ruin her career and life.

Janet was standing all confused when Wilson, who read the papers, growled at his children, "Jia, Nick, come here right now."

Nia and Nick hid behind Janet who looked at the two and her husband, "Wh-what happened?"

Wilson flung the paper towards Janet and briefed the situation, bubbling in anger, "What else has to happen? These two are doing drugs. We should have been visiting the police station if they hadn't brought them home."

Alvin was not interested in family drama. He turned to leave when Anya stood in front of him and rubbed his arm, "Give me a minute, I will get the signatures."

Alvin relaxed as he nodded in response.

Janet's eyes widened, she held her children's hand and demanded a response, "Is it true? Jia… Nick…"

Anya grabbed the paper from the floor and spoke, "Excuse me… Alvin has completed his responsibility. Now it's your turn. Sign the papers, send your kids to rehab, here or anywhere in the world, RIGHT AWAY. If I catch them red-handed again, I assure you they won't leave the prison for a decade at minimum."

Her cold oppressing voice silenced everyone. All the four signed on their respective acknowledgment papers and passed them to her.

Anya, who was leaving, changed her mind. Although it wasn't her place to say anything to the Wilson couple, she couldn't just ignore either.

She returned in front of the Wilson family, looking calmer and less fierce, "Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, don't go on the vacations to post happy vacation family pictures and show to the world that you are living a happy life.

Have a real vacation to spend time together. Posting fake happy images on social media isn't true happiness."

Alvin looked at Anya when he heard her words. He always thought his mother loved her other two children but him. Whenever he used to see their family pictures, going viral everywhere, he always assumed they were living as a happy family. It never crossed his mind that it was all just a show.

Anya hoped she could change the view of the Wilson couple on how to parent their kids instead of controlling them with punishments, "You and your children's friends circle are also blameworthy for today's situation. So learn to talk, don't shout. Learn to solve problems together, don't blame one another."

She looked at Nicklaus who was looking away. Her voice turned cold again, "Nicklaus Wilson, if we can bring you out safe, I can charge you back in. Think before you curse Alvin again."

Alvin: "..."

Alvin wrapped his hand around her shoulder and took her out. Anya muttered with a pout on her face, "If he was in his twenties, I would have punched his face until it became a pulp. And what's with grounding and all? Are they living in the ancient world? Argh… Don't they know how to treat children? They should learn from my parents…"

Alvin tugged her into his arms and embraced her in the elevator. Anya rested her chin on his shoulder and wrapped her hands. She grumbled, "I am so furious, I need a tight hug."

Alvin obliged, as a captivating smile appeared on his face, hearing her sigh in satisfaction.

Before they could step out of the elevator, Anya cried hearing her stomach growl, "I am hungry."

"For me!?" He teased her with a straight face.

Anya: "..."