Kierson began finding some clues and documents related to Alex Ferrer in his grandfather’s office. He rummaged through the whole room. From the old man's desk, the cabinets, and the shelves but unfortunately, he could not find anything.
Everything was a mess as he nearly turned the whole room upside-down.
Kierson sighed and sat on the floor. He wiped his wet palm on his handkerchief. He wiped his beads of sweat and sat on the couch near the table.
Gladly, he was okay. The abnormal sweating stopped. His heart rate came back to normal. It was as if his anxiety episode never happened. Fortunately, he overcame it without somebody’s help. He came over it without the help of his psychiatrist.
Kierson stared at the ceiling as he pondered Alex Ferrer’s possible logical reasons for ruining everyone’s life.
Alex Ferrer is the reason for all of these twists and turns that ruined most people’s lives.
Kierson wished to know everything.
“Just why the fuck was Alex Ferrer keep on pestering us? Damn it?!” he cursed.
He brushed his hair and looked around the whole room. The old Ferrer master’s room was five times bigger than the apartment that he had lived in five years ago. The room had its own office and room for accepting guests. Gray and white were the main motifs and there weren’t that many artifacts inside making the atmosphere pleasing and benign.
After a few moments, Kierson decided to continue finding anything related to the Ferrer’s household past and about Alex Ferrer.
He shoved everything out the shelves.
Still, after some time, he could not find anything.
There’s nothing as if Alex Ferrer never existed in the first place.
Kierson closed his eyes, exhaustedly.
Now that he thought about it, things never really go his way.
From the start, nothing went the way he wanted it. Even the chances are against what he wanted.
He bit his lip as he slanted his back against the screen embankment. He closed his eyes. After some time, he dozed off.
It hadn’t taken an hour after he dozed off when a loud gunshot dominated the whole estate. Shocked, Kierson immediately stood up and got out of his grandfather’s room. He was holding a gun, hastily running on the pavement to check what was going on.
Kierson immediately stopped when he saw his people lined up on the corner of the pavement. They were still as if they'd become a robot. All of them were formal as if they were soldiers taking orders from a chief.
Kierson furrowed his brows. He hid behind the wall far from those people. He observed the situation well.
They weren’t doing anything even though the firing didn't stop. They seemed as if they were waiting for someone.
Kierson contacted Kier but he was out of reach.
Something was going on and he didn't know what it was though he was sure that it would do him no good. The Ferrer estate was being conquered by someone.
“You’re good at hiding as always."
Kierson looked at his back and saw Harvey approaching him.
Harvey crooked. “I know your story and as a genuine friend, I shouldn’t do this.” His voice was soft and hoarse. “But I hate seeing you and Kier, as well as the Avialanché, suffer because of this mess. Kierson, I hope you came to understand me someday.”
Kierson pointed the muzzle of his pistol directly at Harvey’s head. He was gritting his teeth.
“Why are you doing this? Does Kier know?” Kierson asked.
Harvey continued walking towards Kierson. “Kier being Kier, he was so loyal that he couldn’t even think of betraying you. After all we've gone through, he was still the same as before. That’s why he could not move on with his dead ex-girlfriend. He’s so loyal that it sometimes irritates me, and now, we’ve come to the point that I have to betray him,” he said with a facetious smile.
Kierson gnashed his teeth, his eyes flaring with hostility. “I trusted you!” he shouted.
Kierson’s voice blended with loud gunshots. He pointed this pistol at Harvey, ready to shoot.
“Put your gun down.”
“Valenn.”
Kierson’s face was contorted. He laughed as he bent his body to put his gun down. Seeing that Valenn wasn’t looking at him, he immediately gave Valenn a forceful thrust in the back of the kneecap using his right leg.
Valenn was caught off-guard and groaned in pain.
Kierson then got Valenn’s gun and pointed it at the two traitors.
“I fucking trusted you, assholes!”

Harvey sighed. “We never asked for it. You trusted us of your own will hence, you don’t have the right to blame us for it.”
Kierson clenched his jaw. From the way they act, he knew that they weren’t here to hurt him, but, whatever reasons they may have, Kierson couldn’t trust them anymore.
He grabbed his gun tightly.
Kierson felt a cold metal touch his neck.
“Looking good with one leg, Doc.”
Valenn snorted. “Shut up, Leon, before I punch your rugged face.” He got up still feeling the pain. “Stop boycotting, will you?!” he shouted at Kierson irritatedly. “Or if you can’t help it, just wreck Leon’s distorted face. My leg is a billion dollars more worth than his crude stingy face.”
Leon raised his brow. “I was once a heartthrob in my school days,” he proudly bragged.
Valenn rolled his eyes. “They must be blind.”
Leon pointed the gun at Valenn’s head.
Kierson sighed. They are starting to fight again and he knows that it would take time for them to get over their fight. “Are you gonna abduct me or will you just fight over there?” he irritatedly asked.
Valenn chortled. “Our victim is getting impatient. I guess we need to go.”
“Right! His father was waiting for us,” Leon agreed.
Kierson gritted his teeth. “Whose father?”
“Your father, Kierson,” Harvey answered.
Kierson sneered. “What idiocy is this? What are you up to now?”
“We’ll explain it to you later. For now, we…”
Leon wasn’t able to finish what he was supposed to say when a sudden loud ballistic sound disturbed the whole estate.