Mommy, Where's Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return

Chapter 15: Self-Defense

"Mr. Wright, I'm very sorry, but Miss Davis' records are sealed!" Revealed Aiden, the hacker Ethan employed to look into Samantha.

"What do you mean sealed?" Ethan asked while holding up the phone to his ear. He was leaning back in his seat, utterly disappointed at the report given by Aiden.

"Well, I have her basic details and it's like what you had thought. She is the daughter of General Winfield Davis," Aiden reported. "I found a marriage certificate between Miss Davis's mother, Sarah Turner, and one Winfield Davis."

"And there is no other Winfield Davis that lives in the city or any neighboring cities," added Aiden. "It could only be the general -"

"Make sure of it, Aiden!" Ethan countered, raising his voice. "I don't want hunches!"

"The thing is sir, most of her records are blocked from within the military itself. Thus, I can only conclude Miss Davis is related to the military somehow. Anyway, I went through some old photos from some members of the Davis family, not necessarily General Winfield's but from their relatives, and I happen to find one photo of Miss Davis. I have sent this information to you," Reported Aiden.

"It could not be a coincidence," added Aiden. "Anyhow, sir. I'm still working on hacking into the military camp's server, but it will take time... maybe a few more hours."

A hiss left Ethan's lips before he said, "Do your job, Aiden I'll give you another day to find the answer I am looking for."

After putting down the phone, he returned to work.

It was already sometime later in the afternoon that John came into his office to report the phone call coming from Mr. and Mrs. Song.

"Mr. Wright, Mr. Song called and asked if you can have dinner with them this Saturday," said his assistant. "Together with... your kids and wife? Haha!"

John choked on his laugh, seeing how his boss was squinting at him.

"Is it funny, John?" Ethan asked in his classic domineering tone. "You know what to do. Call Miss Davis and tell her I will speak to her at the hotel. In any case, I need an inspection at the hotel."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Wright," said John Garcia. "I'm on it!"

***

From inside the living room space of a condominium flat, Samantha was checking her kid's daily exercises from school. She suddenly heard her phone ringing, which startled her outright.

When she saw it was John Garcia, she answered promptly, "Mr. Garcia. Good afternoon."

"Miss Davis, the boss would like to see you later. Perhaps at six in the evening, right after he finishes here in the office. In any case, I will call you once we are at the First Diamond Hotel. He wanted to discuss the plan for the dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Song," John explained on the other line.

"Oh," said Samantha before sneering. She did not really think it would happen sooner. "When is the dinner?"

"This Saturday," confirmed John. "He wants to meet you at the hotel's one-carat conference room."

The hotel's conference rooms were named after carats, depending on the size of the room.

Samantha bit her lip and answered, "Wow, a conference room? This is just a meeting between the two of us, right?"

"Yes, Miss Davis. Mr. Wright does not like to be seen by other people," John reported. "Most of the time, he reserves a private room for all his appointments."

"Okay. I understand. Six in the evening, then. I'll get ready," said Samantha.

After the phone call, Samantha felt utterly nervous.

"Maybe because, he is just a scary guy," she convinced herself. "Or, you are getting conscious, Sam!"

"Pffft! Why would I feel nervous looking at a tall handsome man who looks like my son," Samantha resumed mumbling, trying to dismiss her stirring emotions.

She checked the time and saw how she only had less than two hours before Ethan wright would arrive. She gulped, suddenly feeling the need to release all the tension in her body. Recalling how there was a public park, a block behind the First Diamond Hotel, she decided to take a run.

Samantha first told her aunt how she wanted to explore the nearby park. She left Kenzie and Kyle in Diana's care right after she changed into her running attire.

Clothed in tight grey leggings and a sweatshirt on her torso, Samantha merely tied her hair into a ponytail before making her way down to the hotel. She had her phone with her and her AirPods, kicking the mood for some music as she rode on the lift.

The park was exactly where she remembered it would be. It was a round park in the middle of the busy streets where several trees shaded the walking path. At the center of the lawn stood a small playground, and benches were spread across the place.

Samantha had to cross the street to reach the park. Fortunately, there was always an enforcer who stood close to the pedestrian lane that she easily made her way inside the fenced park.

As soon as she stepped foot on the stone walk path, she started briskly walking before going all out on a run.

Samantha loved to run. It was her best way of cardio exercise.

Of course, since she had been in Military school for three years, she knew several work-out sessions that could build her stamina.

Despite having been kicked out from the Military, Samantha tried her best to practice what she had learned; from keeping her body in a good shape and training on her combat skills.

Now, she merely called it self-defense, but she knew deep down, she knew more than just protecting herself. After all, her father was in the military and the great General Winfield Davis had expected her to follow in his footsteps. Since she was young, she had already been exposed to martial arts training.

After an hour of running around the circular park, Samantha noticed how she was being followed by a man in a hooded jacket. She shook her head, feeling the uneasiness in her chest.

Going through an isolated walking path of the area, she noticed how the man was speeding in her direction. She then heard him say, "Hey pretty lady! Why don't you give me your cellphone and I'll be on my way!"

When the man caught up with her, he took out a knife and pointed in Samantha's face. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"Come on, sexy lady. Hurry up! I don't want to hurt you. Just give me your phone and I'll be on my way." The man studied Samantha's frame and face before licking his lips. He said, "Maybe I could also just... touched your boobs a bit - "

Without warning, Samantha grabbed the man's wrist as she rotated her body beneath his frame. The man's torso wound up being on top of Samantha's back, and she easily lifted the man with her

own weight.

With all her might, she threw the man's body against the ground, flipping him to lie on his back. The next thing the man knew, his arm was being twisted vigorously by the slender woman with blonde hair.

"Ahhhh! Fuck!" If that was not enough, Samantha kicked him in the stomach before finally getting a hold of his knife.

She then ran away as fast as she could, not missing to ditch the knife in the nearest garbage bin.

Samantha noticed how other concerned citizens had come to give the man a beating. It was clear to her that the hooded man was a regular troublemaker in the park. Unfortunately for him, that day, he met his match.

"You sure showed him!" She heard one woman say to her. "That guy has been causing trouble 'round here!"

"You are amazing, young lady!" An old man remarked while others clapped their hands to praise her.

With an awkward smile on her face, she said, "Oh, just some basic self-defense."

Samantha puffed as she exited the park. She did not expect to get into action, but at least, she thought, she went easy on the hooded man. Catching her breath, Samantha waited for the streets to clear of the many vehicles passing by.

From a distance, she noticed a Black Maybach speeding in her direction. It would seem to her that the same vehicle had taken a full turn around the park.

It halted right in front of her abruptly, causing her to take a few steps back. She wound up exclaiming, "What the hell!"

The passenger's door opened and Ethan Wright came out, standing tall and taking all the attention around the busy streets. With his chilly tone, an icy stare, he ordered, "Get inside, Miss Davis."

Samantha wasn't sure why, but she felt like she had practically offended the man.