The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
LOVE ME OR KILLME Part 42. The Lakers Playgame 2
Police said it took them a while to establish the results, but the man's phone contained nothing. They need more time to investigate. While the weapon being wielded was a stolen weapon I had to wait again.
I just have to sign some of my statements. To the police station just for that and it turns out my house can be occupied again. I can finally go back. But again Nathan won't let me back.
"Can't your assailant hasn't been caught, you can't go back there. No compromise on that."
I sighed when I wanted to go home it wasn't allowed.
"You yourself said the killer most likely ran away somewhere."
"You killed someone Natalie. Someone may take revenge on you, everyone is exploring who's behind this. You can't ruin your own security. Just let's just go."
He doesn't accept my debate anymore. I had to stay in that beachside mansion longer.
"Come, we're going to the game. Tonight's gonna be crowded, but take it easy I've got a VIP. " A new lifetime this time I'm looking up
Los Angeles' most popular sports team, the Tha Lakers, since 1980 have won 10 of the 35 NBA Finals. And the stars are already making a name on Hollywood Boulevard.
Now we are at the Staples Center, the Lakers' pride stadium, along with tens of thousands of people cheering in joy.
"You're a basketball fan?" I asked him before the game started, while the Lakers' beautiful cheerleaders were heating up the field there.
"I was on the basketball team in the high school days but now I never play again of course." I can imagine with his height that he really fits there.
"Hmm.You must be popular among the boss girls." He grimaced at my question.
"Perhaps popular for skipping, you must also be popular during high school?"
"I? Polar because of nerds." It was my turn to laugh. Her smile expanded, leaving me a little stunned. I realized now that she had a sweet smile behind her feet.
"You're not going to your mom's house for Christmas?" I remember on my profile only my mother was alive and I rarely met her.
"I don't know, maybe. I rarely go there. We're not so familiar." This one's right, I'm not very familiar with my mother. He's been trying his best, but ever since he left me with my father something hurt me.
Maybe it was his choice because I wasn't happy I didn't blame him, but I also had the feeling of being hurt because for almost two years he hadn't seen me.
"So where were you on vacation,..."
"Obunty's house in NY, ..." This one's right again. I'm close to my aunt, she's a warm person. I think I got a little bit of his advice.
The audience was boisterous when the players came on to the pitch, and our conversation was cut off. Everyone's attention was on the field. Everyone cheered.
Moments I was right catching someone turning around accidentally looking at our direction. Whether intentionally or not just a glance then he switched.
A man in a black jacket, a haircut, in front of us but a little sideways. It might have been a coincidence but with the recent vigilantly incident I inevitably thought that person might be following me. Maybe somehow he can follow me.
I don't want to risk letting go of my surveillance. John, there's one bodyguard behind us. Although no one knows because he's dressed in civilian clothes. There's no way I'm watching him blatantly.
I'll secretly watch him whether he turns around again or not. But once again he was glimpsed looking back, I couldn't help but think that he was watching us.
"Look for a message on your phone." I typed in my observations so that he would proceed to his guard 3 rows behind us.
Nathan looked at me, his gaze asking why I should send a message. But he looked at his phone first.
"Ohh, you're sure."
"Two times he glimpsed at us as the match went on it wasn't suspicious."
"Hmmm..." He put something on his phone. Wait a minute before it seems to get a reply. "Be normal don't try to watch her again. John will do it for us. Suppose we don't realize it. Watch as usual...."
"All right."
"We're not going out now?"
"No, John and the others would have made him a target if it were true, this was a public crowd, he wouldn't have dared to do anything in this place. Just be normal don't be suspicious watching us."
Nathan's really acting normal, he's a Lakers supporter he's watching the game.
"Ahhh that legend movement. I haven't seen him in a long time." Now Nathan is cheering with a splashy sign he's not bothered.
I got carried away to the excitement of the match. It's near the end of the game. The audience screamed noisily. While I'm still worried whether we're being watched or not.
"Is there any certainty?" I asked among the rumbling voices of those who were shouting.
"What?!" He couldn't listen to my words among the crowd.
"Are we being watched?" I had to whisper near him.
He saw his phone. His face became stiff.
"She looks like we're being watched."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I'll watch him back of course." Nathan shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care. "We will come out using the crowd that will come out. No need to rush..."
"All right..."
The game was over, at the right time we saw people starting to leave their places.
"We're coming, sorry I'm holding your hand." Nathan held my hand following the groove of the person walking out.
Either me or he's being watched?
Before I got home I was not calm, my eyes watching the surroundings alert if someone suddenly approached us.
It's a crowd, there's no way he's going to dare much security here.
connect tomorrow