Devilish secretary-Chapter 343 Lennox

"B-Bro! Bro!! I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go away!" Asher cried, grabbing Storm’s sleeve tightly. His voice was shaky but his teary eyes made everything painfully clear.

Storm didn’t respond at first. He stared ahead, jaw clenched. Then he said in a low voice, "We have to."

His tone grew colder, sharper with every word.

"Dad found out we’re here," he muttered. "If he knows... if he really knows..."

His face darkened. The warmth drained from his features like a dying flame.

Asher’s lips trembled, then he pouted and looked down. "O-Okay... okay..." he mumbled. Then, with a frustrated huff, he added, "He is too stupid! He give fake girl spot!"

Storm blinked, caught off guard.

"You mean... he gave the fake girl place?" he asked slowly.

Asher nodded fiercely. "Yes!! Stupid, stupid! She not real blood! She not me like scamming scamming!!" His voice cracked, half angry, half heartbroken.

Storm crouched down and placed a hand on his little brother’s shoulder. "I know," he whispered. "But we’ll fix this. I swear. Just not here."

Asher sniffled and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Okay... but I want candy after."

Storm let out a small breath—almost a laugh, but not quite. "Yeah," he said softly. "I’ll get you all the candy you want."

"Let’s go. We’re getting late—we have to catch the flight," Storm said firmly, glancing over his shoulder.

Asher nodded, dragging his tiny backpack along the floor. He didn’t like it. Not one bit. Commercial flights were loud, crowded, and full of strangers who stared too much. He much preferred their sleek private jet, the one with soft leather seats and chocolate croissants.

But they couldn’t risk it. Not this time. Not when their family might be watching.

So yeah... they had no choice.

He followed Storm with a small sigh, gripping his brother’s sleeve like it was the only thing still safe in his world.

But before they could take another step toward the their car—

A sudden wave of footsteps echoed from all sides.

Dozens of men in black suits closed in, surrounding them like shadows. Every move was swift, professional–too professional.

"Asher, stay behind me," Storm whispered, already stepping in front of his brother.

But Asher’s voice cracked. "Brother, no! No!!" His small hands clutched Storm’s shirt tightly, panic rising in his chest.

Just then, the heavy purr of an engine drew their attention.

A long, sleek, obsidian-black car rolled to a stop just outside the circle of guards. The air seemed to shift, heavier now. Silent. Waiting.

The driver stepped out and opened the door with a respectful bow.

And then he emerged.

A man stepped out with quiet authority, his shoes clicking sharply against the pavement. He wore a tailored dark suit that hugged his tall, muscular frame perfectly, each step confident, calm, and controlled. His hair was thick and dark, but near the temples, a few strands of silver glinted like moonlight, evidence of time, but he wore it like power, not age.

His jawline was carved like stone, sharp and dignified. A five o’clock shadow traced his skin like it belonged there. And his eyes—

Those eyes were a storm.

Gorgeous, piercing blue. So deep they felt like a sky just before thunder, watching, calculating, merciless.

Asher instantly backed up, his little hands shaking.

"D-Dad," he whispered, voice barely audible.

The man didn’t smile. Didn’t blink.

He just stood there, soaking in the sight of his runaway sons.

A king who had just found his missing crown pieces.

The tall man stepped forward slowly, his polished shoes echoing on the stone beneath them. He stopped just inches away from Storm, eyes scanning both boys like a predator that had found its prey.

Then he finally spoke.

His voice was deep—too deep. Smooth like aged wine, rich with experience, but dangerous. Every word carried power and control, like it had never been questioned in his life.

"Had enough fun?" he asked calmly, his lips barely curving. "Let’s go."

Storm’s fists clenched, but he said nothing.

Asher’s body froze. His small fingers gripped Storm’s wrist so tight his knuckles turned white. He didn’t dare meet those blue eyes.

He tried to smile, but it trembled.

"Y-Yeah... y-yeah, of course," Asher stammered, voice squeaky. "We no see any other city. We enjoy! We enjoy! Very good time!"

He nodded fast, like that would help. "Many fun! So much fun. No more city now. Let’s go home!" he forced a laugh, eyes wide with fear.

The man just watched him. Silent. Unblinking.

And in that moment, Asher knew...

He was in trouble.

Lennox.

The name alone was enough to freeze the air.

He was the father of Storm and Asher, the man no one dared to cross, no matter how powerful they were. And now he stood in front of them, his presence darker than the suit he wore, cold as steel, and silent like a ticking bomb.

He looked at both his sons. Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face. Not anger. Not relief. Nothing.

Just piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through them.

Then he turned, already walking back toward the sleek car.

"Sit," he said in a low voice. Just that one word. Commanding. Final.

Storm and Asher didn’t move right away. They exchanged a glance.

Storm’s jaw tightened.

Asher’s shoulders sank.

Two bodyguards stepped in and quietly took their luggage. No one said a word. Even the wind seemed to hush.

With heavy steps, the brothers followed after their father, like two shadows returning to the place they had once escaped from.

***

The set was getting ready. Crew members moved around adjusting lights, fixing the background, and giving last-minute instructions.

It was the first close scene between Evelyn and the male lead, where she had to hug him tightly. The director wanted it natural, emotional but Lilith was already tired of the heat, the lights, and most of all... Jackson. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Jackson, standing a few feet away in costume, kept glancing at her with a huge grin on his face. And then he started winking.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

Lilith blinked slowly, jaw tightening. She looked away, trying to stay Civil but he didn’t stop. He was practically bouncing on his heels now.

He was way too excited.

She slowly turned her head toward him again, eyes cold.

But Jackson took it as a sign of interest.

He winked again, this time with a smirk like he thought he was God’s gift to women.

Lilith’s brows twitched.