Chapter 4

Artemis' POV

"What are you talking about?" I looked at him with a frown before my eyes gradually sharpened. I can't even find where he hid him for years and now he's going to accuse me of trying to kidnap our child? Well, I planned to but it never happened because he always knew when I was near!

"Are you still going to lie? That's your plan on why you applied here, right?" he asked coldly while still raising his eyebrows at me. He acted like he was interrogating me.

"Yes, that's right. I'm here because I want to take my son but I didn't know what you are saying!" I said angrily. He just kept looking at me as if he was judging my whole being.

"What happened to my son?" I asked trying to get closer to him.

"Never mind if you are not the one who tried to kidnap him," he said and tried to turn his back on me but I quickly got close to him and held his wrist.

"I'm fucking asking you what happened to my son? Is my son in danger?” I asked while I felt my chest pounding.

“He's my son, not yours. You left, remember?” His eyes were angry as he looked directly at me.

"I left him for a while! I also intend to return but what have you done? You brought him to America!” He chuckled at what I said before looking back at me with lifeless eyes. He looked like he was actually mocking me.

"Why can't I? Did you leave him in front of my house like a stray cat? And now you have the guts to get mad?” he asked, still grinning now. I bit my lip hard and was momentarily stunned because he was right with what he said. I really have no right to be angry but it frustrates me that he doesn't want to tell me anything about my son. I know he thinks of me as a murderer now but still...

"Why did you bring him here in the Philippines? Is his life in danger in America?” I tried to calm my voice. He just removed my hands from him and continued to walk away.

“Why don't you behave yourself? Maybe I'll change my mind and tell you the whole story." He didn't even look at me as he left. I felt the irritation in my chest before I threw the spoon that was on the floor at him. His head got hit which is why he slowly looked at me.

"Continue that attitude, let's see where it will take you," he said to me. He signaled the PSGs who were at the door to close it after cleaning the mess from inside.

Annoyance gradually turned into concern when I was alone in the room. Worried because my son's life seems to be in danger. Anger at myself because I couldn't even protect him.

In the following days, PSG kept bringing food, some were afraid of me but some treated me like a prisoner inside. I don't know what Zelo has planned for me because he doesn't visit on the days he goes around here either.

"Where's Zelo? I told you that the next time you enter this room, you have to bring Zelo to me."

“Cocky, Bitch. Be fucking thankful that the President hasn't killed you yet," a big-bodied part of PSG said to me.

"Oh, why don't he kill me now?"

"Oh, believe me, when he gets the information that he needs, your blood will splatter on the floor," he said coldly while looking at me so I let out a smirk while looking at him.

“Tell him that I won't eat unless he'll meet me. If you really need something from me, why don't you torture me instead?" I laugh before taking the dish to PSG. I hit the plate with his arm and it looks like it didn't affect him even if the plate broke. I saw how he glared at me but I only let out a smile.

They are also really stupid because they didn't learn at all. I took one broken piece of the plate.

"You—" Before he could finish what he had to say, I used the broken piece to injure his arm without hesitation.

"Looks like it was effective to use to strain your neck," I said with a smirk. I could see the anger in his eyes before he got away from me, but because of my few days of rest and exercise here, I already regained my strength.

Zelo's bodyguard tried to fight but I immediately grabbed him. I quickly turned him around and made him face all the broken pieces of plate that were splattering everywhere.

"Why don't you ask the president to meet me now? I won't wait for so long. I'll wait for one minute," I said with a grin before I started counting. The guard was a little nervous before he called the PSGs outside.

The door opened immediately and one of them frowned slightly when he saw the broken pieces on the floor and some food as well.

"I told you that you shouldn't bring something dangerous here! If you can just put food in plastic, do it!” the man said angrily so a few people in the back immediately panicked. I can't help but laugh. Do they really think I can't use plastic to kill them?

I still continued to count. Some were cursing while dialing the president's number.

"I didn't say that I would like to see any of you. I'm asking for the president," I said with a smile and counted to ten.

I was about to count 10 when the door opened and it spat out Zelo who was panting. He was wearing formal clothes. Still wearing a suit while his necktie is messed up.

“Fuck it. What the fuck are you doing?” he asked angrily.

"Hmm, I'm too tired of waiting for you. I told you that I want to talk. Is that so hard to understand?” I grin at him. He looked at me with sharp eyes and he looked like he was having a stressful day. If he had met me earlier, we would not have reached this situation.

"Alright. We'll talk. Let him go," he said. I'm easy to talk to so I just pushed the man closer to them but the good Zelo immediately shouted.

"What are you all fucking doing? Restrain her!” His voice sounded like thunder, which is why some PSGs rushed my way.

Huh. He's not accurate in his words now, huh?