New Life : A Second Chance

Kyle's cold gaze swept over the restaurant, targetting the staff there. He pulled up his hoodie, pushed the sleeves of his sweatshirt up to his elbow and picked up the plate of spaghetti.

As Kyle passed the cashier, he lifted his eyelids up to look at her, his clear blue eyes striking her frozen as he asked gently, "Manager?"

He reeled in the aura a bit when facing her, not wanting to be the cause of any nightmares but he didn't put in the charm either. In the end, he appeared to her like the typical 'bad boy' which all girls are told to avoid yet some can't help but be attracted to.

She was shivering in fear while pointing at one direction, yet couldn't help but have her heart beat a little bit faster at seeing that handsome face looking at her. Once he passed by, she hit herself on the head and told herself, 'Dangerous, dangerous. Keep away. Damn but he's so hot.'

She turned to look at him turn the corner, her eyes zooming in on the most perfect man butt she had ever seen. It was round and firm, and as he took a step, those side cheeks** made the fullness even more prominent.

Unfortunately, the heavenly view disappeared quickly enough and she lamented over the fact that she only managed to get the side view. If only she hadn't been so affected by his gaze that she could have seen it in all its glory as he walked by.

Ah, such a golden opportunity missed.

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As Kyle turned into the corridor that would lead him to the office, he cricked his neck and rotated his shoulders, switching off his killer aura at the same time.

This wasn't like Company LV, where he was their superior and had the authority to fire anyone he wanted. He had absolutely no connection to the restaurant and his actions also could not portray the Smith Industries in a negative light - or be sued.

Didn't mean he couldn't teach the manager a lesson or two, though. Time to play him like a fiddle.

The fact that this measely small company dared to try and cheat them? Gave them fake records? From the last official site visit, the restaurant had been booming and appeared as what the records showed. Obviously, paid patrons.

Kyle snorted.

This family must have spent quite a bit on this gamble. Did they not know how the Smith Industries worked? Did they truly think that they were better than them, and could get away with such a lousy con job? Just because of one successful con job two weeks ago, they went back to their normal habits?

What a joke.

Kyle looked at the design on his sweatshirt, that ran across his chest. It was of an eagle, with its wings spread open. The eye, however, was actually a spy camera. Unlike most spy cameras, though, this one was connected to Kay's computer. This meant that the quality was better and there was no problem of storage space.

Whatever was recorded would be kept as video evidence, should these little pups decide to bite back with all sorts of fabricated nonsense.

Kyle knocked on the door and entered upon hearing the bored 'come in' from inside.

Once he opened the door, he saw the manager, George who looked at him in surprise.

"Who are you?!" he exclaimed, getting up and pointing a finger at Kyle.

"A customer who is disgusted with the service and food here," Kyle replied, placing his plate of spaghetti on the table.

"Your servers took ages to serve me and when I finally get my food, it's this horrible tasting thing. You seriously pass this off as food?" Kyle demanded.

George took one look at the dish and his disgust could clearly be seen before he maintained a neutral expression, "I don't see anything wrong with it."

"Taste it then," Kyle challenged.

George sneered, "You think I'm dumb? You probably tampered with it and want to get away with a free meal!"

"Then get the kitchen to make another batch. I'll even pay upfront!"

"Stop spouting nonsense!" George yelled, "I don't have the time to pander to your ridiculous request!"

"Your customers' complaints are ridiculous?"

"We have all sorts of customers, complaining about every little thing. If I was to attend to it all the time, I'd never have peace. People are so sensitive nowadays," he replied, "Just stop bothering me and get out!"

Kyle didn't say a word but instead, he unleashed that killer aura of his. George sat back, his eyes widened in fear and started shouting hysterically, "Get out! Get out!! GET OUT!!"

Kyle took a step back, his hands openly out as he said coming closer and focusing his aura on him even more as he said gently, "All I wanted was some justice to this thing you call food."

George couldn't believe the seemingly gentle words coming out of that person that suddenly felt so terrifying. Which made him even more terrifying. All sorts of scenario flashed through his mind - all of them involved him being either mutilated or beaten down.

With a scream, he took the plate of spaghetti and flung it at Kyle, along with anything else he could get hold of. Kyle nimbly jumped to the side and watched as the plate smashed to the ground.

"HELP! HELP!!" he was shouting hysterically, "This boy is trying to kill me!!"

Kyle didn't do a thing, but just stood there and backed away, but now stared into George's eyes. George felt everything around him fade out and only saw those piercing blue eyes and it felt like it looked into his soul. He lost control over his bladder, filling the room with the acrid smell of his urine but he hardly noticed it.

All he wanted now was to just get rid of the threat.

With a scream and a strength that was borne out of an insane desire for survival, he lunged at Kyle.

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