Reyona’s Revenge

A true definition of head on earth and feet in water.

That was what the caption had said.

As Maxwell drove in the direction of Sandston Park, he wondered what Reyona was doing.

He wouldn’t have pegged her as someone who would do something so…

Well, he was still thinking of the right word for it.

He had already asked his assistant to send him the account name of the person who uploaded that video clip online.

Distaste filled his mouth as he pondered the shameless acts of most people, all because they wanted followers and views.

The bastard must have come across Reyona while she was asleep out there on the grass, and he took the video and uploaded it online for views.

Ridiculous as her action might have been, the bastard who took advantage of it was going to blame himself.

Maxwell accelerated the car and drove as fast as he could.

Yes, she hated his gut, but he was not about to leave her out there to be prey for more people.

His phone pinged with a message from his assistant.

It had the details he wanted.

Maxwell could do the job himself, but at the moment, he had a more urgent priority.

So, he forwarded it to his tech man with specific information.

The so-called influencer was going to rue the day he decided to forget his sense of right because of clout!

“Fucking Bastard!” Maxwell muttered as he took the detour that led to the park.

In no time, he was parked, and he headed straight in the direction that the influencer had recorded in his video.

Maxwell had a bad feeling when he couldn’t see the car where it was supposed to be.

Then the shoes were gone too.

He broke into a half-run towards the creek.

Apart from the gurgling water that went on with its business, there was no one in view.

Maxwell could see the imprint of a body on the soft grass.

“That must have been where she lay,” he thought to himself as he strained his eyes to see as far as he could down the creek path.

His anxiety kicked up a notch as he looked around and wondered, Where on earth could she be?

He had mistakenly seen one of the salesmen at his dealership watching the clip.

Maxwell had caught the man off guard, and he would have dismissed the incident as he was there to see the manager.

But then the man dropped his phone in shock as he saw Maxwell, and it landed right in front of Maxwell face-up.

His gaze was immediately drawn to that glorious chestnut hair that covered part of her face.

Maxwell had ordered the man to hand him the phone, and what he wasn’t sure of was confirmed.

Not only was it Reyona, but the uncovered part of her face sported a bruise as well.

Maxwell had left immediately while telling his assistant to send him the details of the person who uploaded it immediately.

He knew the park very well.

He had been there with some of his business partners for golf and outdoor meetings.

The park belonged to his club, too.

So, it was not difficult at all for him to find it.

The journey couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, and the bastard posted the clip eight minutes before Maxwell saw it.

“Where on earth could she have gone that fast?” Maxwell muttered to himself.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He was tempted to go ask some of the parkgoers he could see a few distances away.

For the first time in a long time, Maxwell felt pure frustration.

He needed to see her.

He brought out his phone and dialled her number.

Just as he expected, she didn’t pick.

“Come on, Reyona. Just pick up the damn phone,” he muttered to himself as he dialled another number.

In two minutes, he was disconnecting the call with mounting frustration.

“Mrs. Lanoth is not in and will not be available for any meetings today.”

The pleasant voice of her secretary grated on Maxwell’s nerves, and he wanted to reach out over the phone and shake the loyal girl so she could tell him all she knew.

Why on earth did she have a bruise?

Just to be sure he was not mistaken, Maxwell searched for the account of the uploader on the internet, but it came up blank.

He swore to himself as he remembered the instructions he had given.

“Damn you, Shawn,” he muttered.

That was fast.

Of course, he had not expected anything else.

There would be no trace of that file anywhere again.

Even if the file had been downloaded before Shawn got to it, the downloaded files would end up showing as corrupted to whoever had them.

As Maxwell entered his car, he wished the image could be easily deleted from his memory.

He thought of his actions in the past few minutes, and he couldn’t believe he had totally lost control because of a woman.

She is a married woman, for fuck’s sake.

She would surely be stupid to still remain married to Lanoth after everything, but then she was still not his concern.

He only needed her for one thing.

To give the go-ahead for Susan to be exonerated.

That thought made him think of Lanoth.

Could that asshole have anything to do with what happened to her face?

He was already picking up his phone to call Thomas when he stopped.

“This is insane” he muttered

Since when has he cared so much about what other people do with their lives?

Especially people who wanted nothing to do with him?

Maxwell convinced himself that her choice of relaxation didn’t concern him.

She could choose to have a lounge on a tree for all he cared.

She was not his business.

She just made it clear by not picking his number, didn’t she?

Why the hell should he then be bothered?

Yes, he was not bothered.

He did not care.

He only needed one thing from her-nothing else.

Still, he picked up his phone and called the manager of the dealership.

“Hello, sir,” the latter said respectfully immediately he picked up.

“Fire that idiot!” Maxwell said simply and disconnected the call.

As he peeled out of the park like the hounds of hell were on his heels, he reminded himself that he was not doing anything because of her.

He just disliked employees who did not take their work seriously.

That was it.

Nothing else.