Vladimir stared at the direction she had gone. His eyes narrowed and darkened, a sharp glint flickering beneath them, dangerous yet focused.
He turned without a word and left as his men followed behind.
Hazel gasped when she got to a secluded spot. clutching her pounding chest, she closed her eyes and drew a deep silent breath.
"Oh? Who do we have here?" Hazel froze, then turned towards the familiar voice behind her.
Samantha and her troops....
"If not Hazel Morgan, the nerdy bitch" June uttered, sarcastically.
"Oh no, please don't be scared, we aren't planning to hurt you, at least not today " Lucy spoke with a dramatic laughter.
Hazel frowned,
"What do you want?" She asked, calmly.
"I was just wondering what you're doing here.... in a place like this. I mean, you're kind of a nerd, right? And I didn't think nerds did parties. But hey, you're here and you're cool with me. So welcome " Samantha stated, sweetly.
Lucy and June smiled.
"Enjoy your night honey" Samantha said with a sugary smile, then strode off as her troops trailed behind, giggling at some private joke.
Hazel stared at their retreating figure and frowned,
Weird... and strange... Samantha would always cease any opportunity to start up a fight or try to bully her but today she didn't...
Maybe tonight she just had too many things on her mind.
Hazel thought with a shrug. She strode into the restroom and came out once she'd finished her business.
Samantha is the school's queen bee and head cheerleader. Coming from a rich and prestigious family, she spends lavishly and tends to intimidate less fortunate students, often making them feel beneath her and she enjoys it.
Hazel stepped into the hallway and glanced around, trying to see if that weird man was hiding, waiting for her to come out.
She prayed he didn't recognize her when he had stared at her earlier.
Seeing that he was nowhere in sight, she quickly ran back to the main party.
She sighted a lonely corner, she sat down. She didn't like the way most of them were staring her, it made her feel nervous.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the VIP area, a big glass window separated the students from the business tycoons.
Vladimir stared at the scene through the glass window as he sipped slowly from a glass of red wine, again he saw her, she sat down in a lonely corner as though she was trying to hide herself from the crowds and away from their preying eyes.
Vladimir smirked,
How about some little show....
"You seem bored Vladimir, or perhaps you're not interested in the deal?" Dorian muttered seriously, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Vladimir's broad, impossible figure.
He had always longed to bring this man down, to strip him off his wings and pride but couldn't. It felt like a futile struggle, for Vladimir was like a mountain too high to climb, too distant to reach.
Vladimir was like a king, a devil which came straight from hell... Powerful and dangerous. If he tries to pull any stupid stunt against him, Vladimir might end his life.
Dorian clenched his fist, then carefully tucked the gun back into his pant pocket. He took a few pills and dropped them into a glass of wine, they dissolved instantly.
Dorian was seated on the couch, a table in front of him while two of his men stood not too far away from him, creating some distance.
Vladimir turned as he took long strides towards the couch, sinking into it. His gaze bored and disinterested.
"The deal interests me, but only if it interests you as well" Vladimir stated, lazily.
"Hahaha! Of course it does interest me hahaha!" Dorian retorted and laughed but panicked inwardly.
"I just want you to sell 50 percentage of your shares to me, I would be happy if–
"How much do you intend to pay?" Vladimir cut him off, coldly.
Dorian froze, he lowered his head as he tried to think of a reasonable price. He raised his head up with a wide smile.
"How about thirty million dollars?" Dorian asked, slowly.
"Hmm," Vladimir hummed, lazily.
Ugh?
So fast..?
He didn't even argue about the price. Who doesn't know Vladimir, the business tycoon who's obsessed with money?
Dorian thought and for a moment, fear gripped his insides.
He was about to get the documents from his men, but paused as something came to his mind.
"Wow! Bravo! Before we finalize the deal how about a toast?" Dorian retorted, happily.
Vladimir who had been leaning back on the couch, sat up and picked up his glass of wine. With a silent toast, they both took a sip.
Dorian released a faint smile as a wicked glint flickered in his eyes.
He downed the entire drink in one go and dropped the glass.
"Like I said, I hate it when foolish people with zero sense try to outsmart me.." Vladimir spoke coldly, staring into his glass of wine as he swirled it with calculated calm.
"Ugh..? What do you mean– Ahhhhh!!" Dorian screamed as he clutched his neck tight. He coughed violently as blood oozed from his, eyes, mouth and nose.
His men pointed their guns at Vladimir but like a flash, he appeared behind them, snapping their necks as they fell lifeless on the floor.
"You–how did you know?...it was meant for you!" Dorian muttered as he coughed out blood continuously.
He froze when he saw Vladimir's eyes which were dark red.
"You... you're not human....what are you?" Dorian muttered, his voice trembling with horror.
Vladimir appeared before him in a flash, gripped the collar of his shirt and raised him up.
"You're a monster! *Cough cough* you bastard!!!" Dorian roared.
"Thought you were aware, foolish humans " Vladimir muttered, coldly.
With a cold smirk, Vladimir flung him across the room. Dorian slammed into the glass window, the shattering echo piercing the air, his body soaring through the air before it landed on the floor near the students with a brutal thud.
Suddenly, the music cut off and screams filled the air. Chaos broke out as students and guests rushed to flee the club.