More wisps of smoke covered the atmosphere, hiding his expression and face, and Black could feel his hair standing on its ends. His eyes widened in surprise once more. King was enraged; livid would be a better word.

He was aware of Jeremiah's significance to him, which implied that Jemimah was also significant to him. Although she was unaware of it, someone was constantly watching over the latter from the shadows, safeguarding her from the moment she set foot in CUA, per King's order. This time, she had been implicated because of him, and she had broken down in such a way that worried him, and now they had discovered that King was the cause.

"Are you angry at yourself for not being careful?" Black inquired, leaning back in his chair and stretching his leg. He had no doubts that King would swing his leg at him the next moment for asking such a question. King despised mistakes, and now he had made one that had landed Jemimah, someone innocent in hot water.

"Are you looking for trouble?" Micah asked back, and Black felt his spine straighten.

"What are you going to do?" he asked again.

"Ask the boys to check if she is still in her office," Micah said monotonously, dropping his cigarette in the ashtray next to him.

"Okay," Black said, pausing and weighing whether to continue speaking, "it is not your fault, at least not entirely your fault, that Jemimah is trouble. Who would have guessed that freak of a Professor would notice some damned chocolates? And what were the coincidences that Professor Farida would start taking some of her classes and the coincidence that she was eating that same chocolate while speaking to her?" Black asked no one in particular, shaking his head.

"Gosh, this woman is nuts. What if Jemima had also bought the chocolates out of the blues and didn't even know you?" He kept asking, which seemed to worsen Micah's mood.

"Abraham," Micah said, and Black bolted from his seat and out the door.

Micah stared wordlessly at the bolting figure and threw his head backward. As his coffee-brown eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, no one could guess what was going through his mind. A hiss escaped his lips, and then a familiar face peered through the door.

"King, she is at the office," Black's voice said, and Micah leapt to his feet.

"Start the car," he said as he walked down the hall toward his room. He opened the wardrobe and grabbed one of the shirts, pulling his arms through it without butting at all.

By the time he stepped outside, Black had driven the car towards the gate. Someone shut the door behind him after he opened it. Black didn't think twice before pressing down on the accelerator and speeding out of the compound. He cast a sidelong glance at Micah, who was staring at him blankly. His previous murderous aura had vanished, but Black knew better. This boss of his had something planned in his head.

"What are you going to do when we get there?" Black inquired, and Micah maintained his blank expression.

"What do you think I should do?" Micah inquired, and Black groaned inwardly. Micah replying to his questions with questions was something King did whenever he had something dangerous planned in mind. He shuddered quietly while shaking his head.

"It is up to you, King," he said, his side glance catching the tips of Micah's lips tilting and almost slamming on the brake. He drove slowly into the Faculty of Medical Sciences and parked the car. Micah got out of the car and took long strides towards Farida's office, his shirt flapping in the wind behind him. Black knew Micah was going to take Professor Farida's head off, so he jogged to catch up.

She had dared to do something that no one else had. She had punished someone for eating the same chocolates as King, and unfortunately for her, the girl was King's school's younger sister. She had not only picked on her in class, but she had also failed her. Black shook his head repeatedly at her foolishness.

When the door was flung open, the secretary raised her head in annoyance and opened her mouth to speak sense to the latter, but the words became stuck in her throat when she met Micah's cold eyes. Words formed in her mind, but even with her mouth open, she could not say anything.

She could feel the murderous atmosphere the moment Micah walked in, and she had only one thought. How had her boss offended this god of death?

Micah was unconcerned about the secretary, who was frozen in her seat with her mouth wide open; he pushed open the second door without hesitation. Farida raised her head in annoyance at the person who had not knocked and pushed the door open, her eyes widening in surprise, a sweet smile spreading across her lips, and her eyes curving in crescents.

She knew it; she knew he would return. She knew her abilities the best after all.

"King! It is a pleasant sur..." Micah closed the gap between them and clasped his thin yet firm and long fingers around Farida's neck, pinning her against the wall before she could finish her words.

Farida's eyes widened in shock. She knew something was wrong when her hands clutched Micah's hands as she gasped for air, and one look at Miach told her he was angry. She was in soup!

"How dare you?!" Micah asked, enunciating each other in a way that made all of Farida's bones feel cold.

"How dare you touch her?" Micah inquired once more, chuckling.

"Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are to treat her like that?" Micah continued firing questions as his fingers continued to tighten around Farida's throat. The latter had a lot to say, she wanted to beg but more than anything she wanted to live, she could feel the air being sucked out of her throat, her head was getting dizzy, and as a doctor herself, she knew it was because of a lack of oxygen to her head.

Her gaze shifted to the other boy in the room, who was leaning against the wall; a glance at him and she knew he would not help her.

"Carryover? "You do talk big," Micah observed, as Farida coughed and pulled on Micah's arm, but his arm did not even bulge.

"Ki...Ki....King.. ple....plea....please" In an instant, Micah released his grip on Farida's throat, causing her to collapse to the ground while struggling to breathe. She repeatedly patted her chest, as though she was breathing in more oxygen than she needed. Micah leaned forward and gazed at her slowly.

"You wanted to give her a carry-over since we both ate the same chocolates," Micah questioned, and Farida leaned against the wall, her hands shaking and her clothes drenched from perspiration. She had fear in her eyes. She should have known, she should have known, that his reputation as the devil did not come simply because he said it. She thought she was going to pass out from being choked for a moment.

She should have avoided him, but the unwillingness in her heart had not gone away; her eyes were fixed on him like a hawk, obsession in her eyes. She desired this man at all costs, even if it meant risking her life. She would do anything to get his attention, to have him take another look at her.

"What does she have that I don't? "I even have a better figure than she does," Farida said, her chest slowly heaving up and down.

"Was she better in bed than I was?" Farida inquired, but her words were barely out when Micah's left hand swung at her.

Pah!

The sound was so loud in the room that Black swallowed. This woman really didn't know what was good for her. Even daring to malign Jemimah when she had almost lost her life seconds before.

Farida could feel her cheeks burning and her eyes widening as she stared at Micah. He had slapped her, and he had done so without hesitation. No one had dared to touch her in her entire twenty-seven years of existence; she was her father and grandfather's cherished daughter, but Micah had gone ahead and delivered a slap that she could still feel the stinging sensation after minutes.

"You don't know what's good for you?" Micah inquired, his coffee-brown eyes darkening with rage.

"You slapped me for her?" Farida inquired, and Black sighed. She was done for.

"I guess she was that good in bed," she added, watching as Micah dropped his head and the chill in the room seemed to rise a few notches. Farida felt her spine straighten in fear. She had misspoken!

Micah slowly raised his head, and the anger in his eyes had faded, replaced by his usual blank expression, which terrified Farida. She watched as he slowly straightened up and looked down at her like he was looking at an ant.

"Professor Farida, I think the Dean would agree with me if I suggested that you take a sabbatical and get a job at your father's university in Amsterdam," Micah said clearly, and Farida's eyes widened in horror.

"King!" she exclaimed in shock.

"By tomorrow morning, you should be on a flight to Amsterdam or at the airport. By now, it will be difficult to obtain an early morning ticket," Micah continued, turning to leave, but Farida grabbed his leg.

"King, please, I promise you. "Please do not send me away. I will not go near her and I will not come near you. I would stand still and stay still and make myself invincible." The older woman had tears running down her cheeks. Her body was trembling, and the perspiration had caused her suit to stick to her body.

"You threw it in my face when I gave you a chance," Micah laughed in response.

"You should have had second thoughts when she came here repeatedly begging you and crying, but you did not care," Micah said as he walked out of the room and stopped at the door without looking back.

"And lest I forget Abubakar Farida, I dare you, I dare you, I dare you to call your grandfather."

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Double update! Yes!

I have no words for Professor Farida at this point, what kind of obsession is this? Ha. She had it coming but I feel so sweet insideeee. If my man would do this for me, make he stay away from me o. ehn ehen

Some people's opinion of King would have taken a 360 turn after this chapter but i know you still love him! 

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