His Devious Rule

To confirm the followers, the cops often suggest the public go around a block. If the follower or stalker takes the same consecutive turns, then they have to call the cops or take countermeasures immediately.

However, Anya didn't have so much time in the weekend traffic of the city when Alvin was waiting for her. Thus she took an abrupt U-turn as soon as the signal turned green.

"Get ready, Alvin, I will be there soon." She said before clicking on the red to end the call.

Her eyes moved to the rearview mirror and noticed the car taking the U-turn too. She snickered, finding it a child's play. She had been chased after and chased by the criminals. Compared to those, this car seemed to be noobs.

She pressed the accelerator to speed up. Keeping a note that the car was following her, She took left to the parking space of a cafe and spun the steering wheel.

The cafe customers grimaced when a car's tires screeched to a stop. They turned to see the smoke rising from the tires.

The black car driver slammed on the brakes, finding the Benz-G63 roaring right at the front of their car. He was about to reverse the car, and the man in the backseat patted his back. "You think you could outwit her in this car?" The man coldly sneered.

His eyes shifted to Anya who got out of the car without a hint of fear. She was kind of cute, but not the most beautiful one. His every fling is irresistible from one compared to Anya.

However, Anya's cold, distant gaze, and her attitude with her confidence were like a charm to her. That made her look sexier. It made her completely different from the ladies he knew.

"Interesting." Seeing her directly, he was more curious about her than checking out her picture or hearing about his secretary.

He got down from the car watching. He was finding a chance to speak to her, but she caught him. He had thought knocking on her window at a red signal would be a fantastic entry.

Anya rolled her eyes when she identified the man. She was expecting to get some strong, talented, intimidating opponents. For example, some highly professional thugs and assassins hired by Gianna or Casper or someone related to them.

But the one who was walking up to her was Miles Johnson, Harper Johnson's son. His father's case final hearing was yet to be completed, he had the boldness to appear in front of her.

Miles, who had seen the zeal in her eyes, noticed her expression change to sluggishness and disappointment as soon as she saw him. That wasn't how ladies reacted at the sight of him.

What if Alvin was attractive, he was no less hot. With the half-buttoned shirt and a stylish blazer, he was looking no less of a male god of the entertainment industry.

Without revealing his drop in self-confidence, he stood in front of her. "We don't need an introduction, do we?" He spoke in a deep tone with a flirty smile on his lips.

Anya: "..."

Was he flirting with her?

"Absolutely." She mused finding him nothing but a clown who was taking her time to reach her husband. "Cops don't forget the face of criminals easily."

Miles: "..."

He wasn't a criminal but his father. Why was he getting the same tag?

Anya waved her hand at him, showing the exit, "Stop littering on the road." She opened the car door to leave. 'Such a waste of time.'

Miles realized his charm score was zero in front of this woman. 'No doubt, Alvin Matthews goes crazy for her.'

He wasn't ready to give up easily. He leaned on her car, pressing his palm on the car door to close it. "Don't you want to know about your husband?"

Anya crossed her arms. Was he there to drive a wedge between her and Alvin? He wouldn't leave without bullshitting. So, she directly came to the point, "Let's cut to the crap. What do you want?"

If he was flirting with her, or there to bribe her to get his father out, she might have to pity him.

Miles was amused by how direct she was. Then he will be direct too, "You!" Not because he liked her. He was curious about who could make Alvin into a family man.

Anya was tongue-tied. Was she any good that she would give herself to just anybody? The point is, why does he want her? Was he even serious?

"I don't want you." She blandly said as the frowns started to appear on his forehead.

Miles wasn't expecting such a response or her tepid reaction. Shouldn't she at least be shocked knowing a handsome billionaire is behind her? "Why not!?"

Anya started doubting if he was delaying her time speaking nonsense while his real plan could be different. "Get out of my face."

Anya tried to leave but Miles didn't let her open the car door. "What the…" Anya controlled herself from losing her cool and punched him in the face.

Why the hell was he creating a scene in public?

Miles mused, peeking at her face, "Are you afraid you will fall for me?" He considered it seeing her eager to leave without knowing Skylark belongs to Alvin.

Falling for him? She found him nothing special other than seeing him as a clown. Looking at the self-obsessed man, Anya loved her husband and son's subtle narcissism more and more.

"Fine, tell me something you are good at and my husband isn't."

Miles wasn't prepared for it. He and Alvin had physical strength, business, power, network, and wealth. How is he better than Alvin Matthews?

After a quick brainstorm, Miles supported his elbow on the car and looked at her with his smoldering gaze. He spoke as if his words were precious pearls, "I am a gentleman and your husband is cold and livid. A gentleman takes better care of his woman."

Anya felt disgusted by him. He wouldn't leave with good words. She said through her teeth, "Miles Johnson, bugger off before I lose my patience."

Anya opened the car door and Miles shut it as he said, "Your son will like me more." The kids would want junk and games, he could give them.

Anya, who was about to kick him, paused when she heard about her son. Liking Miles? Zane wouldn't let her be with Miles even for a few minutes.

"Oh!?" Anya saw his smug smile, He deserved her son's bitter tongue. "I will give you a minute to impress my son."

Anya quickly made a video call to her son without waiting for Miles to digest her words or get out of his act.

Soon a baby voice sounded on speaker, [Momma, did you already miss me?]

Anya chuckled hearing her son. Looking at his mischievous smile, she unknowingly relaxed, "Baby, mommy wants your help. There is a mommy's stalker saying he wants me and you will like him. Could you please talk to him for me?" She made a winsome pout, to get his help.

Stalker Miles: "..."

Zane was a smart boy. He had helped Anya and Krystle get rid of the men. So he readily accepted her request. [Sure, Momma.]

Turning her mobile to Miles, "He is the one, baby."

Zane looked at the stunned man trying to look decent for him, [Mommy, he is plain. He will be sore in our eyes.]

Miles: "..."

[Momma, he doesn't even know to button his shirt, how will he take care of us?]

Miles: "..."

[He looks like a total playboy, Momma. He will have many affairs.]

Miles: "..."

He didn't want Anya to get married. He wanted her just as a fling to annoy Alvin and quench his curiosity.

[Okay, Mr. Stalker, do you have something to say in your defense?] Zane smugly questioned Miles.

Something to say? Miles knew well that all his words were going to turn into an insult from the little man. Alvin's son was no different from him.

Before any of them could speak, Anya heard the butler's energetic voice from Zane's side, [Little master, your Mommy called me just now. She asked me to bring you to the conference. Let me help you get ready.]

Anya's expression darkened right after hearing it. What was the butler speaking about? When did she make a call to him?

Anya turned the mobile to look at her son who was as confused as her.