NPC into Player: Let's Wreck This Game

Chapter 220: I Didn't Kill Terry

"I was all night with you, how can I attack him then?"

Dockrey stood like an innocent wolf in front of Natalie and Peri while the faked Natalie did the part of accusing him in a very convincing way. They were now back at the mansion where the real Natalie was trying her best to control her disturbed emotions right now.

According to the latest forensic reports that came from the scene of the accident, the explosion was abnormally intense that it made the identification of bodies inside impossible.

And they couldn't even tell how many were inside the car when it exploded.

Antoan was badly injured and was transferred to the nearest hospital. The real Natalie sent many of her men to check on him and take any useful statement regarding Terry.

But all they got was one disappointed answer he was there at the time of the explosion.

"He is dead," the faked Natalie exploded while trying to show her anger and grief, "and you killed him."

"C'mon, this is a serious accusation even against me!" Dockrey had an irritating calm smile over his face, not showing any sign of weakness or hesitation whatsoever.

"Liar," all Natalie could say was that.

"I'm not," Dockrey sneered, "and by the disposal of my main and only rival, you will be mine."

"In your f*cking dreams," the real Natalie couldn't control herself anymore before she stopped speaking knowing that she slept here.

"Shut up," Dockrey arrogantly said, "don't misjudge your place you are just a servant and my servants have no right to speak up."

"But my servants do," the fake Natalie was instantly and genuinely enraged.

"Humph," Dockrey raised his head in arrogance, "everything you have will be mine."

"In your dreams," the fake Natalie said, "there are still a couple of excellent players inside the game."

"Bullshit," Dockrey couldn't control himself anymore, "the challenge rules are clear and obvious, there is only one rival for me."

"At a time," the old man stepped in to stand beside his lady, "the trial can't be done with only one contender."

"Humph we'll see about that," Dockrey glared at the old man in a challenging way before he turned around and added as he left, "you'll hear from my large team of lawyers so soon."

"Let them meet with my army of lawyers asshole!"

The fake Natalie was really enraged as she didn't forgive the way that bastard just dealt with her master.

And just as every outsider went off with Dockrey, the real Natalie couldn't control herself anymore and collapsed to the ground with a tsunami of tears.

"Nara" the real Peri couldn't help but lean beside her as she patted her back softly, "I know it hurts."

"He we were just together I just teased him and I just knew his real ID."

"What?" the old man and everyone around were shocked to hear that. "What's his ID?" Peri asked.

"He is Bloom," Natalie couldn't control herself as she jumped inside her friend's chest and went into a long session of crying.

As for the old man and his subordinates, they only exchanged silent glances. They long knew the true identity of Bloom and Terry being the same.

"Damn," Peri cursed, "I just thought of bringing him to help us against that bastard."

"Sigh," the old man couldn't help but shake off his head, "both are the same and now we have to look for another one to compete with Dockrey."

His words didn't help but to increase the screaming and wailing of Natalie. "This doesn't help," Peri whispered while she kept hugging her best friend for a long time.

"Ahem we'll take our leave then," the old man said but Natalie suddenly raised her head and glared not only at him but at everyone else.

"I told you before about something," she said.

"I know, I'll see about it."

She ignored his answer as she turned and gave every single one of her CEOs a glaring look, "if anyone is proven to support that bastard oh my lord, I can't even imagine what I will do to him, his friends, and his entire family."

Her cold words were soaked with deep hatred that they made everyone here feel a shiver in the back of his spine.

"But we are allowed to be supporters for one of the contenders," one of the CEOs spoke up at once while trying to defend his hidden support for Dockrey.

"Not anymore," Natalie stood up with the help of Nara, "I swear I won't let anyone support that jerk anymore. This a final order and whoever feels this doesn't suit him can leave right now peacefully or else"

She didn't continue as she turned to the old man and ruthlessly added:

"From now on everyone is going to be thoroughly investigated. Hire the most professional ones out there, make them come and hack everyone until they find those on relation with Dockrey."

The old man didn't know what to say. He wanted to object on her but knowing what she was passing through he had only to nod. "I'll do my best," he said.

"You'll do what I said," she stressed, "or else I'll find someone who will."

The old man couldn't say anything except nodding. After all she was the rightful owner of the companies they run and her words were like sacred decrees for them.

"C'mon, let's go up and have some rest," Peri tried to end this discussion before it would head towards a dark turn. She gave the old man a meaningful glance and he only helplessly sighed.

This dark night started with some twisted trap and ended with a very big disaster.

But it was so early for it to end like this.

"May I see an ID please?"

A guard stood at the hospital door stopping a stranger who came to visit a patient just delivered now.

"Sorry I just hurried from my home with nothing," the stranger said, "I just want to check on my friend, I heard he is badly injured he might he might even die."

The youth cried in front of the guard who had only to sigh. "Alright, get in but try not to cause any trouble."

"I won't," the youth passed through the door and then checked the location of the man he came to see.

"He just came out from the operation room," a very busy nurse said, "go upstairs and he is on the fourth floor."

"Thanks."

"You should take your time," the nurse advised, "he is now being investigated by police and will take some time to be free."

"Thanks."

The youth ascended the stairs while his mind was thinking about the events that happened that night. He reached the fourth floor where he didn't need to ask anyone about his patient.

There was one room that had many policemen and a lot of reporters with flashing cameras and many chatting and even some shouts.

"It's better to disguise as one of them," the youth muttered before he took a turn towards a corridor that ended up in a toilet section specialized for hospital visitors.

Inside he stood in front of the mirror while he calmly watched his face. "Let's change it," he only muttered before suddenly his face twisted and small balls started to appear in lines rising up from his neck towards his face.

They raced up fast and in no time they coalesced together at his face, changing his features dramatically in a matter of seconds.

"It's perfect," a face of a reporter he saw leaving the hospital when he arrived appeared in front of him. This wasn't all, even his voice, hair, and body physique changed as well to match an image in his mind.

"I hope he isn't that popular," he sneered before he waited inside for a long time before the ruckus outside died out.

"It's time," he moved and went calmly like a normal visitor towards the door of the patient.

The crowded door was now empty with no one standing inside but a doctor and a couple of nurses who were checking the wrapped wounds over the body of the man lying on bed.

"Who are you?" the doctor suddenly said.

"Just a friend," the youth shrugged while adding, "is he alright?"

He tried to be worried, and he really was. "He is going to live," the doctor said.

"You are his friend or relative?" one of the nurses suddenly said in a loud tone, "we tried to contact anyone he knows but couldn't find any."

"I'm" the youth paused as he deeply sighed, "the only family he has for a long time."

"Great, you should then come with me and do some files together," the nurse beamed up with a bright smile but the youth wasn't in the mood to flirt back with her. "Sure, I'll just stay a while with him before coming to you," he said before turning to the doctor.

"Is he awake?"

"He is," the doctor nodded before closing up the file he held in hand, "but try to make this visit short. This man he is just lucky to be alive."

"Sure," the youth nodded trying to act obedient.