His Devious Rule



Sitting in the local transport that was going towards the capital city, Jackson was watching Anya who was busy using the laptop and headphones. 

He was getting uncomfortable due to the gazes of the men toward Anya as they were traveling at midnight. Yet the lady who had the attention didn't react to anything.

Anya chose to ignore Jackson while listening to Miles' conversation to book airtime for Miles's private jet through his secretary.

She immediately began tracking Miles's secretary in case it was some way of secret message exchange to trap them or escape them, but the secretary dialed only two numbers. One to request airtime, another to alert their pilots. 

However, she couldn't let her guard down as his secretary could use those calls to distract them and use a spare mobile for plans against them.

She was exiting the network when she noticed Miles's mobile wasn't just tapped by her laptop, another person was tracking Miles's mobile. Her heart froze for a moment, and she forgot to breathe while numerous thoughts ran through her mind.

She didn't take a breath, and her fingers began swiftly clicking the keys on the keyboard, creating a harsh rhythmic sound in the bus. Her eyes glinted when the location narrowed down to the downtown of the city. 

She quickly disconnected from the network, suspicious of the location. She checked on the dark web to get the information that there were illegal hackers downtown who work for hefty money.

Shutting down the laptop, she breathed slowly and caught the men's gaze on her. The people who were traveling at that time were usually blue-collar men, who may be curious or shocked seeing her, and her activity would undoubtedly get more attention.

"Breathe…" Jackson reminded her as his eyes were glued to her the whole time. He wanted to ask her if she didn't get scared of anything, seeing her indifference. Instead, he said, "You shouldn't have disguised yourself into a prettier appearance," because she was attracting too much attention.

Anya: "…"

Anya was in a different disguise. If her disguise as Emma doesn't catch even a single eye due to a scar on the face or hair on her face, her current disguise was like a magnet to perverts. 

She was looking too young with a beanie over her head, bangs over her forehead, and two medium-length ponytails on either side of her shoulder. Her eye lenses were dark brown, that were strangely sparkling on her petite face.

Anya asked, "Are you flirting with me?" She controlled her urge to roll her eyes. 

Jackson: "…"

Was he flirting with her?

He stared down looking away from her. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't attracted to her and he was hell of impressed by the lady whose age didn't matter to him.

Anya ignored Jackson's reaction and focused on the problem. She had smartly ignored Miles' jet. But now, a notorious criminal might be following Miles' location. 

Killing that foreigner would have invited unstoppable trouble over Team Ace and country Narnia. Before that, they would have neutralized her. To escape that trouble, she let the man leave safely.

Now Narnia was safe from terrorists, but she, Miles, and Jackson were in deep trouble. Miles wasn't the person she would take the risk. She was in a different disguise with a fake identity, whereas Jackson wasn't. 

His appearance at the airport or checking in to the security of the airport would be enough to alert the criminals. So she needs to make sure Jackson leaves the country safe and sound.

Now it was too late for them to change the plan. They have to get out of the country before the cops or those organizations get to them.

Cursing her fate, Anya dialed her husband. The call was answered at the first ring, but there was no sound from the other end. 

Anya knew Alvin was waiting for her to speak and controlling his urge to say Little Donut. "I'm safe." She assured him.

There was a soft breath of relief and an immediate question followed, "Little Donut, do you need something?" There was a hint of smugness and also anticipation in that.

He was smug because he could be more helpful to her than her teammates. He would have happily joined her on the mission. Anyway, he will make do with helping her.

Anya glanced at Jackson and asked Alvin, "Could you bring the boy with you to Narnia?" Because Alvin had the resources and time that Miles and she didn't. And she could trust nobody but Alvin at that time.

Instantly there was a disappointed scoff in the call. Alvin wanted her beside him and to see her instead of a foolish boy. Nevertheless, there was a helpless response, "I can get him as one of the guards for transporting an artifact." Yes, he had a smooth way.

Anya could imagine Alvin's long face. If she goes to Alvin and in any case, the organization doubts her Officer Owen, then she will put Alvin and all of them in danger. Thus she chose the best way.

Stopping her lips from curling up, she reminded him, "I'm still angry at you."

Alvin snapped at her in displeasure, "Little Donut, it's not fair." 

How could she be angry when he was being useful to her?

"You should be proud..." Proud of him for having so many resources. He smugly added, "… and reward me."

"…" Rob at the side.

Anya chuckled. She would have found a different way if Alvin wasn't there. Nevertheless, she did appreciate her husband for his efforts in her mind. 

Ending the call, she was sending messages about the location where they could pick Jackson up when Jackson retorted, "I'm not a boy." And he discerned that there is a problem and she changed the plan.

Anya took her time before turning to Jackson, who was smart and strong-headed but also naive to hide his emotions. 

She dialed Jason as she responded to Jackson, "Tell me that when we meet in Narnia." Because Jackson was going to be embarrassed to even face her after meeting Alvin.

Jackson didn't understand her and silently heard her speaking on a call.

…

Jackson was reluctant to get down from the bus, but Anya gave him no choice. 

He saw the same men who helped them in Garnet. He silently got in their car that drove away in a different direction.

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In a five-star hotel, at the devil's hour,

Jackson had never stepped into an opulent hotel. Although he didn't react, he was curiously checking out the hotel, following a man, and entering a suite.

He froze when his eyes landed on a strikingly handsome man. The plush interior failed to outshine the man. He identified the man - Alvin Matthews.

Jackson understood why Anya asked him to repeat he wasn't a boy in Narnia. He had forgotten that Anya was married to this stunning but cold man.

Alvin was crossing his legs and looking at the young man who was in the Skylark guard uniform and fake beard for the disguise. 

He passively questioned as if he wasn't interested in the response, "Is my wife hurt?"

Rob: "..."

Jackson instinctively tried to recall if Anya was hurt and

  shook his head. "She wasn't."

Alvin continued in an interrogative tone with a nonchalant voice, "Was she wearing enough warm clothes?"

Rob yawned and silently went to sleep in one of the rooms in the suite.

Jackson was bewildered by the question and intention of the man. But he couldn't help but awkwardly respond in oppressing air, "I guess."

Alvin continued with his lame questions before waving his hand and letting them go.

….

It was nearly dawn when Alvin was going to bed for a nap when he heard the door opening with a jerk. It wasn't his room door, so he went out to see Rob rushing to the main door without even wearing a warm jacket. "Rob!?"

Rob was startled by the voice. He wanted to leave without telling anything to Alvin but held on to his horses. 

He hesitantly went close to Alvin under the alert gaze. He revealed unwillingly, "Miles Johnson's private jet disappeared."

Alvin felt his back stiffen but he waited to hear Rob, unwilling to believe his wild thoughts.

Rob's hand shook when he turned on the news channel television. It was a video of a lady and a man taking a private jet with Miles's secretary. He added despite the headlines, "According to the ship that was close to the location, the plane exploded."