The Traps of Black Swan

Shawn and Aarvi made their way up to the third floor. The walls and room looked worn-out, which they didn't care about. There were none in there other than Dax staring at a wall.

Shawn and Aarvi looked at the wall filled with pictures, sticky notes, threads as though they were trying to find the truth behind some cases.

Aarvi never likes to plan in such a way as it leaves a clue behind. From the way things were appearing, they were planning something huge.

Their faces were darkening due to Aarvi's highly confidential information were complied. There were her pictures with Shawn and Dax. There was also information linking Aaron with the Evans family.

Shawn knew about the Evans family whereas, Aarvi and Dax hadn't paid attention to it. Aaron had recently told her she has foster guardians, and her second name, Evans, wasn't chosen out of the blue. Aarvi hadn't dug deeper or paid much attention to it. She didn't want her life to put the Evans family in danger.

Never in her dreams, she had thought, her identity to turn out to be much powerful without her knowledge. And it also meant she could have new and stronger enemies who would try to reach the Evans family.

Dax glanced at her and asked to confirm, "My Dum Dum is the adopted daughter of THE EVANS."

Aarvi and Dax turned to Shawn, who nodded in response. Shawn knew being Evans might protect her, but it would also put her in danger.

'No doubt, those three men didn't react looking at these three.' Alex thought.

Since the person behind all these was aware of the Evans family, Aarvi didn't want to underestimate the person. "I want firearms on the table immediately." She ordered the Shadow team.

Alex went aside and instructed his team members, "Defuse the power supply, destroy the threats if any, and prepare the firearms." The four members ran out while Alex dialed a number to get a backup as he looked through the hall and closed the window to avoid any surprise attack.

Aarvi and the other two tried to study the plan on the wall. They had many questions without a response.

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Outside the three-story house, Clark, the steely grey-eyed man, entered the inside and immediately sensed the oddness around him. He could feel the eyes on him, but he was unarmed.

So he carefully went upstairs, being on high guard, thinking about every possibility. Despite knowing things were odd, there was no fear in his eyes. His murderous intent darkened his grey eyes as he inspected for the threat.

He pressed the secret lock at the plain-looking wall. Grabbing the cold handle of the black handgun, he glanced at the open lab.

The three members of his team were on the night shift. Unable to see them, Clark trusted his senses and instincts strongly. His left hand pulled the slider of the handgun to recoil the bullet. He checked the empty washroom, vacant kitchen before he went upstairs where his office room was.

As near as he went to his room without making a noise, his keen senses could feel the presence of people. His heart slowly accelerated as he prepared himself to attack.

As soon as Clark took a short peek inside the room, his glowering eyes met with the serene black orbs preying at him. He blinked his eyes at the woman who was sitting on his chair. She was leaning on the backrest, adorning an old wooden chair like a queen.

However, his face further darkened without understanding how Aarvi Evans could reach their private office. Since she got their place, he was sure she would have seen the wall.

He was slightly surprised when she didn't react to the firearm in his hand. Anyway, she is Evans. He was sure she would have seen and might own a variety of weapons legally. One in his hand might look like a waste toy to her.

He stood at the door and narrowed his eyes. He coldly interrogated, glaring at Aarvi's eyes, "How did you get here?"

Dax moved. He appeared to Clark's view before he leaned on the edge of the table, pulling the slider of the gun that was in his hand, "How do you think?" His emotionless voice was dark and provoking.

Clark didn't need time to think where he went wrong and how they had reached. One thing he was sure of, he had underestimated Dax Grant. A common person doesn't have to be ordinary.

The rolling of bullets on the floor caught Clark's attention before his eyes landed on Shawn, who looked like a devil out of hell. Clark was quick to discern he was holding a bulletless handgun.

Clark had always got pictures and information of the three as spoiled brats, enjoying their life with their money. Who would have guessed they could be notorious?

Clark hated them to the bones, and each one there could see it on his face. But his hatred was intense at one person, Dax Grant.

However, he gritted his teeth when he saw they had ruthlessly tied his team members. "You have misunderstood." He addressed the main issue.

However, Dax and Shawn sniggered. Aarvi beckoned at Clark with her finger to get inside the room. She took a pen and the sticky note before she started writing on it.

[Aarvi Evans. Founder and President of Skylar Industries.]

Meanwhile, Clark clenched his fist, pressing down his ill-temper. He couldn't believe she was treating him like a servant of her home. However, did he have a choice? Offending her will earn him nothing but dying for a futile reason.

Dax controlled himself from smacking the man to the ground. Clark's well-built body or the unknown fighting skills didn't frighten Dax, but his gaze truly irritated him.

Aarvi threw the sticky note on the table for him to read. "How could you miss the most important thing?" She snickered.

Clark crushed the sticky paper into a small ball and threw it away. Their every action was infuriating, and he was known for having a bad temper; it may be with men or women. He was already walking on the edge, burning to throw them out.

Nonetheless, he again tried to clarify, "You have misunderstood." His terrible temperament and the repellency to care about Aarvi's identity wasn't letting him speak.

Aarvi could feel Clark wasn't lying, but his personality was awful. How could such a person wait for two years so patiently? What is his relationship with Tia?

Dax sneered, hearing Clark repeat the same. He stood straight as his eyes glanced at the wall. Probably he wouldn't have cared much if there was information about him and Shawn. But there was the information about Aarvi, the family who gave her name, and the man she loved. In other words, her current life biography was there. It was his bottom line.

"Let me guess." Dax scorned and earned Clark's detesting gaze. Dax ignored him as he walked closer to Clark. He continued to make a story with a voice that loaded with mockery.

"Your little girl is working under Aarvi. And for her safety, you are checking personal and confidential information about Aarvi."  Dax is aware people do check about the background but they don't dig into their information. The details on the wall were just the tip of the iceberg and Clark will know more.

Dax could hear the teeth gnashing. He smirked, he was cent percent sure the man had feelings for Tia.

Clark ignored the man who was blazing his eyes and mounting his anger. In the blink of an eye, he reached Aarvi, who was alone behind the desk.

'Bang.'