Chapter 71 Separations

Both Shayne and Mark exchanged a questioning gaze, but Sheyne seemed to find the situation rather amusing.

"If I may inquire," he raised his eyebrows, "what exactly do you plan to do?"

Shina scoffed, "Men like Zick are easily defeated by beautiful, hot, and sexy girls," she said with a smirk playing on her lips. "It's time I used the feature that God has gifted me to save my family."

For some reason, Shayne's eyes lingered on Shina more than they should have. His throat went dry when he realised how beautiful she was, and he swallowed hard. "Are you going to have s**ex with him?" he asked, for some reason his heart racing at the thought.

Shina's body temperature rose, "Do I look so cheap to you that I would go around sleeping with anyone I see in the street?" she glared at Shayne with a pinched expression.

"I'm just asking you to know," Shayne said.

Shina's response was cold and harsh, "Watch your tongue. If you're going to spout nonsense just because your father is a mafia, then don't blame me for what I might do to you. Find my dad and leave the video to me."

Shayne tried to defend himself, "Why did you take offence in my words? I was just asking, that's all."

Shina remained silent and turned her attention to Mark, "Do you have any clue about where Zick usually hangs out?"

Mark's stomach sank as he pressed his lips into a slight grimace. If Mellisa or Maxwell found out about this, they would fry him alive. What would Michelle think of him if he allowed Shina to do such a thing? He could already see the angry expression on Maxwell's face and the fiercely cold expression on Mellisa's. His chances of marrying Michelle would become absolutely zero.

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Shina glared at Mark who was lost in his world. "Mark, I asked you a question didn't I?"

"Mrs. Shina, do you wish to attend both my birthday and wedding?" Mark asked innocently.

Shina raised her eyebrows and replied, "Of course, Mark. But how does this relate to my previous question?"

Mark continued, "Just imagine if Melissa found out about this. Would she allow me to marry her cousin? And what would Michelle think of me if I let you do such a thing? My chances of getting married will be very few. Please don't do whatever you are planning to do."

Shayne burst into laughter upon hearing Mark's concerns.

Shina looked at Mark and shook her head in disbelief. "You are so hopeless, Mark," she said, still unable to believe him. "You are a love-sick guy. Is this the time to think of your romance with Michelle? And do you think I would tell them what I did?"

"Mrs. Shina, you are not in love, that's why you are saying this," Mark replied. "I will find another way. I really don't want to look bad in Michelle's eyes."

"Love is not a word in my vocabulary," Shina declared with a heavy sigh. "I refuse to be as hopeless as you all seem to be. And if any of you are so concerned about your precious reputation, then why don't you come with me?"

Without hesitation, Shayne spoke up. "I'll go with you," he said firmly. "And Mark should stay here. He knows everything about this place and its inhabitants, doesn't he?"

Mark nodded in agreement. "I'll take care of Mellisa and do some research on the forest. Maybe we can find another way in without disturbing the wildlife."

Shina rolled her eyes. "Don't act like you're doing us a favour," she scoffed. "Just make sure Zick is at his usual bar. I'll take care of the video."

Mark raised a valid concern. "What if he has a copy of the video somewhere else?"

Shina's response was cold and calculated. "Once I delete it from his phone, he won't be able to access it again."

Mark persisted. "But what if he recognizes you?"

"We never met face to face, so he won't recognize me." Shina said, "I will be right back, make sure that Zick is there."She rose off the chair and rushed to her room.

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In an ostentatious and grandiose mansion, a woman in her early 70s sat on the couch with an air of superiority. She was the old madam William, a queen of Beauty and wealth. Despite her age, she still possessed a striking appearance with her long black hair, round face, big brown eyes, and an unwavering attitude.

"Miami, what do you think I should do about this whole situation?" she asked with a hint of desperation in her voice. "I need to ensure the safety of my grandchildren amidst all this chaos. Melissa's ex-husband will stop at nothing to tear them apart, and he may even harm the children in the process."

Miami hesitated to speak, knowing that her words would not be well-received. "Ma'am, I believe that separation is the only viable option. If both Zick and Maxwell lose Melissa, then the children will be safe."

The situation was dire, and the old madam William could not help but feel a sense of hopelessness. It seemed as though there was no solution to this predicament, and the safety of her grandchildren was at stake.

Old madam William wore a pensive expression on her face. "Separation," she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with disdain. "But will Maxwell ever forgive me if I do such a thing?" she asked, her voice laced with scepticism. "Definitely not that good-for-nothing grandson of mine, but do I even have a choice? I'm just a lonely grandmother who wants to play with her grandchildren."

"Ma'am, the decision will be yours to make. I was just suggesting, that's all," the assistant replied, trying to sound optimistic.

"Don't worry, I'll think about this with a calm mind, okay," Old madam William said, her tone still filled with doubt.

She knew that she needed to make a valid plan to save her grandson and his family. Luckily, she had sent Shayne there to take care of the situation and buy time so that she could save Maxwell. Luckily, her men were on their way to take Maxwell. The only thing she was worried about was her grandchildren. At the moment, it seemed like Miami's suggestions were the only option she had to make sure that both Mellisa and the kids were safe.