His Devious Rule

The Grandeur Resort,

The resort manager was hoping to join Alvin and speak about the auction details. Being left behind, he looked at the buggy in disbelief. Who was the manager? Why did the driver listen to Rob but him?

Fortunately, he had arranged another buggy. With two in each row, the buggy filled up and went behind the first buggy.

In front of the resort, Alvin got off the buggy and Rob followed behind him. Rob, who had gone through the details of the resort, guided Alvin.

"President Johnson is in villa number 101. It's about four hundred meters from here." Saying it, they crossed the reception area and stepped out on the other open side.

The Grandeur resort had preserved nature and created many small villas without cutting down the forest. There was a small trail path connecting to each villa that was built considering the privacy of the hotel guests.

Alvin sat on another buggy which was more compact than the previous one. Rob instructed the man who ran up the buggy, "Villa 101."

The staff of the resort looked at Alvin top to toe, measuring according to his metrics. Looks, branded clothes: Checked. Overbearingness: Checked. Assuming they were Miles Johnson's guests, that man drove towards the villa.

The resort manager and the other men stood in confusion looking at Alvin and Rob. "Mr. Matthews must be hard to please. Stay on your toes and serve him carefully. I will accept no negligence." He ordered and went towards his office.

On the way, the beautiful place failed to amuse both the men. They had lived in desert tents and also visited breathing places. Hence nothing caught their attention. They were sitting like nothing in the world could faze them and everything was boring.

When they reached the villa numbered 101, the buggy left.  They heard the splashing of water coming from the other side of the villa. Without a word, Rob led Alvin to the swimming pool where Miles was lapping.

Miles's secretary was in shock at his sight. Miles, who turned for another lap, paused as soon as his eyes fell on the gorgeous man and identified him.

He didn't expect Alvin would find out and appear so soon. Slowly swimming to the edge of the pool, he climbed the ladder out.

His secretary helped him wear the robe while he asked looking into his murderous gaze of Alvin. "Does Anya Owen look exquisite to perfectly complement him?"

It was his first time meeting Alvin but he had heard a lot about his museums and auctions which were famous amongst wealthy people. As he was able to handle such massive business, people often misunderstood him as some kind of mafia linked to the underground.

The secretary's lips twitched hearing Miles. If he didn't know Miles well, he would have definitely thought that Miles was obsessed with Anya.

He responded in a low voice as the two men weren't much far. "Not really. She is just above average." Anya was good-looking but not the breathtaking beauty to complement Alvin.

Nodding his head, Miles sarcastically greeted Alvin, "I am honored to meet Mr. Matthews." He extended his hand to tease Alvin but the latter passed by him without care.

Rob opened the sliding door of the villa, Alvin went inside and made himself comfortable on the couch. Ignoring him? Miles couldn't afford to do that.

Miles shook his finger pointing behind Alvin, "Is she as arrogant as him?"

Miles's secretary had met Anya only once but Miles questions whether he knew her for a long time. He recalled Anya's polite behavior and responded, "Nope. She is kind but treats people like air." He meant to say Anya was distant and fearless.

Miles hissed, comparing Alvin and Anya repeatedly. Then he nodded to himself. "She is interesting." Mysterious things, the things belonging to others are always tempting to him.

Entering inside the villa, he sat opposite Alvin in the most relaxed position. He pretended like he wasn't aware of the reason behind Alvin's arrival, "Would you like a cup of coffee?" He paused for a response and asked again, "Perhaps tea? Some snacks? Lunch?" He pointed his chin at the mini parlor, "Or let's be men and have some drinks."

Rob narrowed his eyes on the man. Miles was pretending to be an easy-going man. But he wasn't. Miles was a calculative person. One wouldn't know when he fooled them.

While Alvin had an intimidating gaze, Miles slowly turned stern and looked back at the man. "I didn't know a woman could have Mr. Matthews in her hands." He mocked Alvin.

'It's better than coveting.' Rob thought without voicing his opinion.

Alvin just let the words slide in from one ear and out on another. He checked the time on his wrist watch and in mere seconds a mobile rang in the villa.

Miles curled his fingers and clenched his fist easily discerning Alvin didn't just come to talk, he had taken actions before appearing.

The expression on his secretary's face changed after answering the call. "How did it hap…" His words faded as he turned to look at Alvin. They should have known this was coming.

Ending the call, he reported to Miles, "President Johnson, the cops have confiscated everything we tried to transfer to your name. The clients are backing off from buying our resources even at half the price." Their efforts in the past days were ruined in a few minutes.

Miles appeared calm on the surface but his words revealed his frustration, "Alvin Matthews, don't meddle in my business."

Alvin's brow raised. Meddling in others' business? Unfortunately, he doesn't have so much time in his hands for others. He wouldn't have cared if his men weren't hovering around Anya. Miles's intention may not be to hurt Anya, but how could he take the chance when she was the cause of his father's downfall and losing the branch of their company.

Alvin rested his arm on the backrest of the couch as his lips curled into a lopsided smirk, "When a fly stubbornly irritates, it's human nature to kill it."

Miles gritted his teeth glaring at Alvin. He was trying to save the properties in Narnia because his mother wished to live her old age back in her home country. Thus it wasn't about money but his mother's emotional attachment. Hence he was furious.

He was also aware that today's attack was just the beginning, the taste of what Alvin could do. Miles would rather think of a bigger picture than risk the company to Alvin's hand.

Nevertheless, how could his pride accept losing to a man?

He jeered, smiling provokingly, "Are you afraid to lose her to me?" He laughed as though he passed a humorous comment.

Alvin's lips twitched uncontrollably hearing Miles. Rob had refreshed him about Miles's personality on their way to the Revir island. So he could guess Miles's interest in Anya was because he (Alvin) was beside her. Miles was curious to know which woman could make Alvin go out of his line and make enemies.

'What is so special about her?'

Then the more Miles tried to know about her, the less he got the information into his hands. Her mysteriousness raised his curiosity. If he was allowed into the country, he would have approached her a long time ago. Thus he was waiting for a chance while knowing about her from his men.

Narcissistic Alvin carelessly remarked, "I guess you haven't seen the mirror." He extended his hand behind as he added, "Let me help you."

Although Alvin wasn't self-obsessed, Rob knew Alvin wouldn't leave a chance to use his looks, wealth, and intelligence to his advantage. Working with him closely for past years, it was a piece of cake for Rob to guess what Alvin was up to.

Rob quickly captured a picture of Miles on his mobile and handed the mobile to Alvin. The latter kept the mobile on the coffee table and sat back leisurely.

Miles: "…"

'Was Alvin calling him ugly?' Miles was handsome too. He gritted his teeth itching to punch the man and make his face scarred.

Alvin continued, "What is your net worth? 1 billion? 10 billion? 20?" He snickered because his museums hold billions of worth of items excluding the ones he hadn't shown to the world yet.

This one hit Miles harder than Alvin expected. If Harper had transferred everything to Miles's name, if the government of Narnia hadn't taken over their invaluable assets, Miles's net worth would have been higher.

However, he was well aware of self-made billionaire Alvin Matthews's every auction goes in hundreds and thousands of millions each time. How could Alvin's net worth be less? Not to mention he was the son of the Matthews family.

Alvin hissed as though he missed the main point, "Do you even dare to appear in front of my wife?" After all, he will be sent under interrogation if he steps foot in the country.

That was another critical hit. Miles was nothing but a creepy stalker.