FLASH MARRIAGE; CHARMED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CEO - Chapter 100

Chapter 100: The Mysterious Intruder.

“A man!” Stacy raised her eyebrows in disbelief as she quickly picked up a jacket from the hip of clothes Amelia was trying on and threw it over the latter’s shoulder to cover her exposed back. She didn’t remember seeing anyone enter the room Amelia was pointing at. Rather, she had watched a dark-skinned lady with deep curly hair walk into room four, -one room away from Amelia -holding a few new clothes.

“Yes! A man!” Amelia repeated in a quivering voice, her body trembling at the thought of getting kidnapped again. “I heard his voice. I think he was watching me.”

“Ma’am, I think you are mistaken. Men are not allowed in here except the person in question is a spouse of our esteemed client.” The sales representative, a young girl in her mid-twenties, placed in charge of handling all of Amelia’s needs, explained politely, masking her fear with a convincing smile.

“Do not tell me what you know. I’m sure of what I heard.” Amelia snapped angrily at the sales representative, as she quickly slipped her hands into the jacket sleeve with Stacy’s help and buttoned it up to cover her asset properly. Her lace bra was still inside the changing cubicle and she felt a bit naked under the jacket.

“I’m sorry ma’am.” The lady apologized, knowing she could lose her job for challenging not just any VIP customer but the rich and influential daughter of a senator. “I’ll quickly inform the manager and get security personnel here.”

“You do that.” Amelia dismissed her as Pascal and Clay rushed to her side.

“Ma’am, we heard you call.”

“Yes. I heard a man’s voice in that cubicle. I think he was spying on me while I was dressing.” Amelia said in a hushed voice.

“Keep your head low, ma’am, we’ll take care of it,” Pascal said in a low drilling tone giving Clay a nonverbal signal, while he pulled out his licensed gun.

“Geez! Is that a gun he is holding?” Stacy asked in a hushed voice crouching on the soft padded long bench with Amelia.

“No, it’s a banana.” Amelia rolled her eyes at Stacy before tilting her head to look at Pascal and Clay in action.

While Clay positioned himself as a human shield in front of both women, aiming his gun at cubicle number three, Pascal advanced the door cautiously like a well-skilled field agent.

At that very moment, the dark-skinned lady in room four stepped out of the changing room all dressed up.

“What is … Ahh!” She gasped, freezing on the spot at the sight of two hefty-looking guys in suits pointing their guns at her.

“No!” The lady’s handbag and the already-tried clothes she was holding dropped on the floor as she involuntarily raised both her hands above her head in surrender.

Amelia and Stacy both stared at the lady in shock, both of them equally startled by her untimely appearance.

“Shh….”

Pascal placed a finger on his lips, pointing the gun away from her, back to room three. He had only acted on reflex and was grateful that his finger was not on the trigger.

“Leave!” Clay gestured at the trembling lady with his gun, his darkened and lethal gaze sending waves of chill down her spine.

“Okay!” The lady nodded her head, her voice barely above a whisper. She hurriedly picked up her scattered clothes on the floor, Amelia watching her every move.

Something among the wears the lady was holding caught Amelia’s attention but Stacy’s thrilled voice distracted her before she could figure out what she saw.

“Here we go,” Stacy whispered, as the dark-skinned lady dashed out of the room without making much noise.

In one swift kick, Pascal forced the door of the cubicle three open with his boot, causing it to fly from its hinges. It makes a loud crashing sound as it hits the opposite wall-mounted mirror, shattering it into pieces.

Amelia impulsively covered her ears with both hands, her heart drumming wildly as she waited breathlessly for the shrill cry of a wounded man.

Pascal also listened and aimed, ready to pull the trigger. But instead of a man groaning in pain as a result of the door crashing in his face or someone trying to escape from the assault of the shattered mirror, there was complete silence.

“What the hell!” Pascal went in and assessed the cubicle thoroughly stepping on shards of broken mirror. But there were no signs of a living being in the cubicle, only the lingering fragrance of a female perfume.

“There is no one here ma’am,” Pascal reported, turning to face his bewildered boss’s wife.

“Impossible!” Amelia stood up, craning her neck and tilting it from side to side, while staring at the empty room, eyes widened and jaws dropping. She was sure of what she had heard, but couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing. There was really no one in there, except for the mess Pascal had created.

“Did he vanish?” Stacy also stood up staring at the empty cubicle in confusion.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Amelia shot Stacy a nasty glare.

“Maybe you heard the voice coming from the other room,” Clay suggested, pointing to cubicle one, not wanting to disappoint Amelia.

“No.” Amelia shook her head, bravely stepping forward while holding up the gown she was trying initially. “I know what I heard. It was a man’s voice and it was coming from that cubicle three.” She said, trembling even more as different weird thoughts crossed her mind.

“Amy, maybe you mistook my voice for someone else. I was really loud you know?” Stacy’s indirect way of consoling Amelia only infuriated the latter.

“I’m not making this up, Stacy.” Amelia frowned. “You know me better than this. I’m very sure of what I heard. It was a male’s voice. It was low, creepy and taunting. He was mimicking me.”

Stacy felt a chill run down her spine as she stared at the five changing cubicle rooms with horror, afraid that this creepy mysterious intruder might jump out of one of the cubicles any second.

“I think we should leave this place right now,” Stacy suggested, panic lacing her tone.

“In this?” Amelia gestured comically at her half-worn gown and jacket combo, causing Stacy to chuckle. “I have to change back to my clothes first before people think I’ve gone insane.”

“Yeah, but make it quick.”

“Hold on, ma’am while I secure the room first,” Pascal suggested before going ahead to search all other cubicles. He could tell something was amiss as he critically scrutinized all the empty rooms one after the other. He observed that all the changing rooms had a rectangular opening at the bottom partition, which could allow anyone with an evil intent to crawl on their belly while navigating from one room to another.

Just then, the main door to the changing room opened.

“Miss Amelia, are you all right?” The manager of the boutique, a female in her early thirties, with hawkish brown eyes, walked into the changing room with two security men and the sales representative from earlier. She was startled to see her VIP clients dressed awkwardly.

“You two, wait outside.” The manager quickly dismissed the two security men leaving only the female sales representative.

Amelia took in a deep breath to calm her erratic nerves before replying to the manager’s earlier question.

“Bianca, I’m not all right. As a matter of fact, I am greatly displeased with your poor services.”

The manager’s face paled.

“What happened? Please tell me so that I can make amends.”

“Is this changing room covered by the CCTV camera?” Amelia asked.

“Yes ma’am but not the changing cubicles for privacy purposes. But please tell me, Did something happen? Did anyone steal from you?” The manager asked eying her sales representative who was now fidgeting.

“No. This has nothing to do with theft. I think someone was spying on me while I was changing and I need proof to find that person. My bodyguard over here will follow you to check your CCTV footage.”

“Okay, ma’am.”

“Also forward the bill of the mess I’ve created, I’ll take care of it,” Amelia said pointing to the broken door and mirror in cubicle three.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

While Clay followed the manager to investigate the CCTV footage, Pascal did a sweep around the room and ensured everywhere was safe before Amelia entered cubicle two to dress up properly.

She hurriedly took off the gown and put on her pants. She was about to pick up her baby pink lace bra when she noticed it wasn’t where she left it. She rummaged through the clothes on the stool and the hanger in search of the only pink item in the entire clothes collection but it was nowhere to be found.

It was at this point that something flashed across her mind.

“Shit!” Amelia cursed out loud.

“Amy, what’s wrong?” Stacy who was standing directly in front of the changing room door asked.

“The dark-skinned lady.” Amelia blurted out.

“What about her?” Stacy raised an eyebrow.

“It was her,” Amelia said opening the door slightly and signalling Stacy to come inside.

“It was her?” Stacy stared at her friend who was still missing the proper jacket to match with her pants.

“I thought it was a man. But it was her. She took my bra.” Amelia whispered, embarrassed.

“Huh!” Stacy placed the back of her hand on her bestie’s forehead to ensure she wasn’t running a temperature.