His whole place was a mess.
Broken glasses, scattered clothes, torn papers.
It was the complete opposite of who my dear second brother, Christopher, was.
I bit my lip, forcing myself to control my emotions.
My emotions had already been in a mess after I organized all the information that Riven left for me.
Now, seeing the state of his place, it only grew worse.
I remembered how he proudly called us over a year before I graduated when he'd just bought this place.
'Look at this, my dream place,' he said proudly.
He showed us every corner of this penthouse, and when I nudged a vase out of position, he rushed over to fix it immediately.
'Come on, dear sister, you know how I hate the mess.'
He wasn't mad. He rarely ever was.
No matter what I did, no matter how much I messed with his things, he'd only remind me, gently, that he couldn't stand the mess. Then he'd fix everything and still spend time with me, smiling as if nothing happened.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I thought I'd be able to get his things faster than the other two, but I suppose I'd have to spend a whole day clearing the place.
I took a smaller portrait of him sitting on a side table.
"I'll come back another time," I said to the photo before stepping out.
I should probably retrieve the recordings from all their cameras set up in their places.
I set it up with Amelia, but I'd secretly installed them for my two brothers as well.
When I found out about their deaths, I checked on Amelia's camera recording, but I did not do it with the ones I set up at both my brothers' places.
I guess my mind was in a real mess not to think about that. I was only focused on Amelia since she was the youngest.
Upon getting back to my car, I realized that four hours had passed since I entered Christopher's place.
"Time sure flies so fast."
I guess I'll go straight to that person's place then.
...
As the most difficult child of the family, one skill I'd mastered was slipping out of sight.
Without much difficulty, I arrived at my intended destination, an office on the top floor.
*Click*
But the moment I opened the door, a gun was pointed at my temple.
I couldn't help but laugh, "How did you know?"
The air in the office was cold, oppressive.
"..."
"Ah, could you be one of those who perfectly knew the sound of footsteps of every person?"
"..."
"Not the talkative type, I see."
The nozzle touched my head.
"I came for business," I finally relented, raising both my hands.
But the man did not put the gun away and instead pushed it even more.
"Your grandfather was the one protecting the will of the Kingsleys. I suppose you are already aware of the reason why I came here."
"..."
I laughed once again. Even though I could die any second, I found his silence oddly amusing.
"Marry me."
I felt the nozzle slightly moving away from my head.
"Come on, you already know why I came here. It is because of the condition that accompanied my inheritance."
He finally put the gun away.
It seems that he decided to let me live for the time being.
Well, not many were capable of proposing to him while being threatened with a gun. I must have piqued his interest for a little.
I welcomed myself in and sat on the sofa across his table while he sat in his chair.
He looks like a king staring down at his subject.
"I repeat. Marry me, Kieran Sinclair."
Kieran Sinclair, 24 years old, is the current CEO of Sinclair Empire.
Patrick Sinclair's grandson and the heir to the Sinclair line.
Even though he was one of the youngest in the Sinclair Family, he was already declared heir due to his capabilities.
I chose him for two reasons.
Not because the Sinclair family is powerful, that is already a given.
But if that is a reason, then I could have chosen someone else from their family.
Instead, one reason is that this man is nothing but cold and detached when it comes to worldly matters.
He also always seemed bored, maybe because he was so capable that with one move, what he wanted would happen.
Someone like him would want to have an entertainment of some sort. Together with the fact that he will surely not bat an eyelid even if I were to drench everything in blood.
I don't need a husband who would talk about morality with me.
What I need is someone who will enjoy it with me.
He raised an eyebrow when I did not say anything after we both sat down.
"Won't even offer me a glass of water?" I asked him.
"..."
"I already told you the reason why I am here. I am proposing to you. I want you to marry me."
It did not escape my eyes the slight frown on his face.
I can tell that he wants to know more, but I won't speak unless he asks.
I want to hear his voice.
Simply because I'm curious to how it sounds like.
Even in the very few videos of him online, he does not say anything. He nods his head or glances at his assistant. And everything will follow.
I even wondered if he had telepathic powers.
"..."
"..."
I don't mind the stare down.
Even if he simply pulls the trigger of his gun sitting on his table, I won't speak anymore.
Because where's the fun of that?