ARLO
I nearly flew my car as I sped to Lily’s mansion. Upon arriving, I stepped out of my car, my mind racing. Standing in front of the gate, I saw An elder man and called out to him.
“Where is Lily Davis?” I asked firmly.
“She’s not here,” the old man replied, his gaze fixed on me.
“Where is she? I want to talk to her. Call your boss out!” I demanded, my voice filled with urgency.
“What’s going on here, Marcos?” asked An elder woman who had just appeared.
When she saw me, her brows furrowed. Her expression darkened, and her eyebrows knitted together as she took in the scene of me causing a commotion outside the gate.
“What do you want from her?” she asked sharply.
“I want to speak with her, and I want to see my children,” I stated firmly.
“She’s not here anymore, Mr. Bonde,” the old man replied again.
“Bring her out, or I’ll cause a scene here!” I warned, my anger rising.
The woman glared at me. “If you want to talk to her and see your twins, go to the Davis Mansion,” she said firmly.
“The twins have been waiting for you for a long time. Go to them now,” added the old man.
“Thank you,” I said, my tone slightly softer.
I left them and got into my car. As I drove, I called one of my friends, informing him that I needed to head to the Davis Mansion immediately. I spoke to Leo, and he assured me that he and the others would be ready to assist if needed.
After our conversation, I called my private assistant, instructing them to contact my private pilot, Mr. Ahmed, and prepare the private jet. He quickly agreed to the arrangement.
A few moments later, I returned to my apartment. My phone rang, and it was my father on the line.
“Arlo, where are you? Your private assistant informed me that you’re preparing the private jet,” he said.
“Dad, I remember everything now. I’m going to see my children and take them back!” I said with determination.
“My son, don’t act recklessly. Talk things through with Lily,” my father advised.
“Dad I have to hang up. I’m in a hurry,” I replied.
“Where are you now?” he asked again.
“I’m just heading back to my apartment,” I answered.
“Wait for me, and I’ll go with you to the Davis Mansion,” he insisted.
“No, Dad, I can do this alone.”
“I’m coming with you, son,” he said firmly.
I sighed. There was nothing I could do but agree to his request.
When I arrived at my apartment and stepped out of my car, the first thing I saw was Valerie getting out of her vehicle. What was she doing here? As soon as she spotted me, she approached.
“Honey, why do you look like you’re running from something?” Valerie asked, her voice laced with concern.
“Leave me alone, Valerie. I have something important to take care of,” I said curtly.
“But Arlo, today is our pre-wedding schedule,” she said, causing my brows to furrow deeply.
“What? There’s no pre-wedding happening, and there will be no wedding either. I remember everything, Valerie. So stay away from me. I have something far more important to deal with than whatever you’re talking about.”
I turned my back on her, intending to leave, but she tried to grab my arm to stop me.
“So, you’ve remembered the woman who used and deceived you, Arlo? I won’t allow you to just cancel our wedding like this!”
“I’m in a hurry, Valerie, and I don’t have time to discuss this! We’ll talk later,” I said, dismissing her completely.
Ignoring her calls, I walked away, resolute and unbothered by her protests.
I quickly headed to my library room as soon as I entered my unit. I opened a drawer and retrieved the envelope given to me by my private investigator. It contained all the information about Lily and Nick, the man who was her fiancé.
Everything was in that envelope, including evidence that she was still with Nick. Moments later, I exited the room, and as I opened the door, I found dad standing right outside.
My phone rang again, and this time, it was Mom. I didn’t answer her call, unsure of what she might say to me. She must have already learned that my memories had returned.
Dad’s driver drove us to BONDE AIRPORT, where our private jet awaited. It was a 25-minute drive, and as soon as we arrived, I got out of the car.
