DOCTOR ASLANOV

Mind filled with dark thoughts and thick eyebrows knitted together, Mort got back to his car. He wanted to go back inside the manor and get the maiden to elope with him. He wants to lock her away on his island but he knew, chaos will take place if he would do such a thing. Now is the most dangerous time in the Underground. If he is not careful with his actions, he might trigger wars and it might even reach the surface. He must be calculated in every decision he made. He was torn between the conflict of the Mafia world and his desire to conquer the woman from her family. He doesn't have the slightest clue in mind who the Puppeteer is.

Klauss opened the backseat and Mort get in. From the front mirror, his eyes witnessed how his Boss looked disappointed and defeated at the same time. Whatever happened inside the Massoullèves' manor, Klauss knew it wasn't good. And he was just thankful that Mort didn't make another mess.

They made no sound inside the car. Klauss didn't turn the car engine on. He was waiting for his Boss to open up. Klauss thought Mort might suddenly change his mind about whatever decision he made up his mind inside the Massoullèves manor. But he knew his Boss wasn't the kind of person to take back everything he said - that was before he met Sumire.

A few minutes passed and Mort remain silent. Klauss cast a glance at him but the hunk didn't seem to notice him. Mort was drowned deep in thought. Feeling conflicted, his eyebrows were drawn together and his face held a blank expression.

"Boss," Klauss called out Mort's attention and the hunk looked at him with his forehead furrowed but quickly faded. It was as if Mort had noticed him just now. The hunk seemed surprised at Klauss' presence in the car. The secretary let out a sigh.

"Let us go?" Klauss said in a form of a question. Frowning and unable to hide the dark expression on his face, Mort shifted his gaze to the manor.

"Give me 10 minutes," Mort ordered which Klauss just shrugged his shoulder. The Butler who escorted him out of the place looked like a statue standing outside his car. The Butler didn't go back inside until Mort's car leaves. That was one of the rules and policies of the Massoullèves family. A deafening silence dominates the car again.

While Klauss was waiting for ten minutes, his eyes darted to the front seat where the black attache case was placed and opened it. He took the folder containing the files of Laurel's reports. He hadn't opened it earlier as he had done so many things that needs his expertise. What Klauss couldn't fathom is why Laurel made a report. He didn't give an order to her except to stay in the MDA building.

"Hmmm," Klauss hummed as scanned the files until his eyes widened when he found ten corpses that looked exactly like his Boss. It was summed up to ten pages with ten pictures of Mort's corpse clone. And on the very last page, Klauss' body turns frozen on his seat when he found a clone of himself.

"This is madness," Klauss whispered under his breath. Just like Mort, there are too many pictures of his corpse, it's safer to say that those are his clones.

'Is it a Clone? Or are they real people with their own identity but were getting surgery to make dozen of a copycat of me and Boss?' Klauss asked in his mind, feeling the creep crawl on his skin. He couldn't imagine that crazy man who is obsessed with them. But what is even more nightmarish, the corpse has a dagger stuck in its chest. Klauss felt like he had been killed several times.

"Where did Laurel get all of these?" Aghast, Klauss uttered loudly what was supposed to be in his mind and capture his Boss's attention. He didn't want to let Mort know the content of the report as his Boss was asking him for a few minutes to think.

"What?" Mort asked abruptly. Clearing his throat, Klauss was about to hand over the files when a luxurious car arrived at the gate.

The Butler who was standing next to their car left and approached the silver car and opened it. A man emerges looking so handsome in his expensive suit.

They were about to ignore the visitor of the manor but a man built a little bigger than Mort who was in his late forties approached their car. He is wearing an all black suit and eyeglasses. His long black hair cascaded on his shoulders. This was the first time they saw him, but Mort and Klauss knew right away he was a family member of the Massoullèves because of his undeniable genes. The man's aura and air were so distinct from the Massoullèves that they had met.

When the man arrived and stand in front of the driver's seat, he knocked on Mort's car. Out of his composure, Klauss opened the window.

"Why don't you come in if you are a visitor?" The man asked with a smile. No matter how gentle and serene his voice is and the smile plastered on his face, Klauss couldn't help and can't stop feeling something bad about the person outside their car now.

"We are about to leave, Sir," Klauss responded politely. He even caught a glimpse of the man looking in the tinted window in the backseat. It was as if he was looking for his companion.

"Oh that's-" Words left in the air, the man was interrupted when someone called him from behind.

"Dad!" Blanche shouted as he ran towards the man. Klauss gulped hard as he realized the man was Blanche's father. The odd ambiance and aura the man carried vanished when he hugged Blanche.

"Is dinner over?" The man asked and Blanche shook his head. He then looked at Klauss.

"Oh, Klauss you're still here. My father. The name's Chadwick by the way." Blanche introduces them to his father with a beautiful smile. "Dad, this is Klauss, and oh where is..."

The backseat window opened and there revealed Mort, wearing a blank expression. Slowly but coldly looking at Chadwick.

"And he is Mort. Narco's father." Blanche added, Chadwick walked closer to the backseat and then reach his hand for a shake. Mort accepted it.

"Finally we meet," Chadwick said with a smile. Mort just nodded and glanced at Blanche who had a sweet smile painted on his face while looking at their hand shakes. The joy is evident on Blanche's face. He was happy that his father and Narco's Dad had finally met.

"The honor," Mort responded curtly then Blanche spoke.

"Dad, they're actually going home. And before the dinner is over, we have to go in so you can meet uhmm... Whatever, let's go inside." Blanche said and hold his father's arm. Chadwick let himself be pulled by his son. He couldn't name Maddox because of Mort's presence in the place. Especially since Blanche knows Sumire and Mort's real relationship.

"Whoah, how did such a dark person become Blanche's father? Their energy doesn't match." Klauss uttered when Chadwick and Blanche left. The Butler had returned to his position as well. Waiting for them to leave. Mort didn't utter a word. He feels something is off with the man and he instinctively knew Chadwick brings no good to him.

"Let's go," Mort commanded. Klauss starts the engine, drove the car, and finds the route to his Boss's infamous hospital.

Mort runs a hospital exclusive to billionaires and the operations are out of the world. Even the highest profile person on the surface has no access to it. The operation of the hospital is hidden from the government. The medical equipment was all invented by Mort from chemicals, surgical tools, and drugs. Born a prodigy, Mort successfully built his hospital and empire at a young age. He had acquired several professions after running away. The existence of the hospital is legally questionable and so as the organs from Narco's victims sold in the market come from the hospital.

Narco's job is to kill his victim who is getting paid dearly by his client, but the young man also took advantage of the situation. To earn more pennies, he removed the useful and healthy organs out of his victim's healthy body and sold them to Mort's hospital.

"What's in those files?" Mort asked Klauss with arms crossed on his broad shoulder. The secretary couldn't find a word to answer him since his Boss was going to have an operation at his hospital. He is aware that Mort is not easily distracted but Klauss thinks his Boss's mind was left in the Manor of the Massoullèves. He is careful of every word coming out of his lips.

"Later," Klauss replied. Unbothered, Mort leaned back on the seat and asked no more. When they arrived at the Hospital, they went straight to the operating room where the horde of expert nurses greeted him. They immediately dressed him in a surgical gown.

Inside, the nurses were checking the heart rate, temperature, blood pressure, and pulse of the patient who is now all rigged up with I.V.'s and catheters. He had an oxygen mask applied to support his airways, waiting for his impending death.

"Pulse rate greatly dropped. We're losing him!" Panic, the nurses moves quickly when they saw the visual cardiac monitor, which displays the visual pulse rate of the heart of the patient now slowly beeping.

One of the surgeons from outside the operating room handed Mort the data about the patient and his current dire situation. The hunk skimmed the data recorded and look at the patient behind the closed glassed door.

"Doctor, we injected all the kinds of anesthesia but it didn't work on him. He's in severe pain while we start the operation. We don't care about his life but you need information. You warned us."

Mort just nodded to the surgeon and then entered the operating room where Vladimir's second male clone was lying. The air of medical scent lingered in his nostrils. The skull, which was perfectly cut by the surgeons earlier, is now open. He's barely breathing and at any minute will succumb to the afterlife. Mort just shook his head at the sight. They all leave the hunk inside the operation room at once and waited outside.

"Please, end my misery." The clone said in a whisper while his eyes were shut closed, barely bearing the excruciating pain and a single tear rolled at the corner of his eyes.

"I will revive you even if you are dead," Mort responded coldly in a firm tone and began the operation.

The nurses and surgeons waiting outside the operating room are thrilled to witness Mort's operation. They knew the Boss would work another miracle again as usual but they still couldn't conceal the excitement on their faces.

"He is the best Doctor I have ever met." Said the nurse and look at his co-nurse now grinning from ear to ear while leaning on the cold wall.

"Of course. And this is the best hospital I've been to." Another nurse seconded.

"Well, all the Doctors, Psychiatrists, nurses, psychologists, and other staff here are college dropouts, even if they finish they don't pass the board exam." A handsome young doctor butts in with a smile. What he said was true.

The reason behind the failure of those med students is because of the odd and dangerous thesis and dissertation they made. Jealous of their student's intelligence, exceptional skills, and talent in the medical field, the higher officials from prestigious schools deliberately fail the students during their exams and some of the other medical students have their thesis and dissertation works stolen by their professors. They even accused them of plagiarism. All the collected masterpiece from their students was sold abroad, and they earn recognition and award for it. Geniuses. And fortunately, Mort got them all and now they are working in his hospital for years.

"Oh, it's done." The surgeon said and stood properly when the operating door opened. Mort spat out without even having a sweat. In less than 20 minutes the operation is over. The nurses and surgeons went inside and see the patient's condition was stable, and now fallen asleep. In a small cylinder of water, a microchip is placed in there. That's the chip they had a hard time getting it out of the patient's brain as the man could die at any second. It was a fatal operation for them.

"Damn."

A surgeon cussed with so much admiration at the Head Doctor. Without saying a word, Mort entered the other operating room where the lifeless body of the man pretending to be Narco was. He had men ordered to take the body from his shrine. Mort will just return his face to the way it was before. He knows the cold corpse has an identity of his own.

After 30 minutes, he finished operating on the dead man. His goal was not to revive him from the dead but to restore the face and he succeeded. Mort coldly stared at the corpse's real face, trying to recognize its race. He didn't even notice Klauss entering the operating room.

"Ha, gross." Slightly taken aback in disgust, Klauss commented. He also stared at the corpse after he took a photo and sent it to Leroy to find the man's identity.

"Who the fuck is this guy?" Mort asked, shifting his gaze at Klauss whose eyes were now fixed on the phone. He also sent the picture to Laurel and out of himself, he accidentally sent it to Narco.

"Holy shit." Klauss cursed loudly when Narco replied. 'Fuck off.'

"What?" Mort asked but Klauss wasted no time, he immediately dialed Narco's number who answered his call right away.

"Are you the one who operated the face of that idiot back?" The man on the other line asked in an irritating tone and there Klauss confirmed, it wasn't Narco.

"Where is the owner of that phone?" Klauss asked while trying to connect the call to Leroy so that he could locate Narco's phone but he failed.

"Nice try. With your level, you will never be able to outsmart us. And even if you succeed in returning to that useless person's face, you will never get a clue. Bye." The man rudely ended the call. Bared teeth, Klauss failed to trace the man who got Narco's phone. They got nothing from the call.

"Who the fuck are they?!" Klaus asked in a thunderous tone, nostrils flaring while hands gripped the phone. Jaw-clenched, Mort's face darkened than before, and frowned.

"Damn it." He cussed.

While Klauss inflamed with anger due to frustration, the Mirks and Massoullèves are preparing for Sumire and Maddox's wedding tomorrow.

From the darkened room, a woman is grinning evilly like a mad woman. Her eyes filled with contempt and loathe. Looking herself at the human-size mirror lips were red as blood, Charlotte is preparing for her grand and bloody revenge.