A man with a barrel kind of a chest jerked the iron gate open, popped his head out glared at the waiter, and the naive-looking man beside him, and then asked in an intimidating voice, "Who the hell is this?" "Em... This is my childhood friend, and he just came from overseas. I want him to enjoy himself before going back," the waiter mumbled, stepped toward the touch-looking guard and said in a whisper, "I had bragged that Orange County is the home of pleasure and sexual gratification. Kindly, treat him to the fullest." "Oh... Sure, Kitty. Let him come in -. But did you tell him that it will cost him ten thousand dollars?" "He is rich and can afford more than that." The waiter let out. He nodded with contentment, took some steps back hovered closer to Andrew's ear, and then said in a whisper, "Don't forget to grease my palm before you go." Andrew stepped into a dimly lit corridor and hurried after his guard. They reached the entrance of a large hall and stepped into a well-furnished

Time is fast when you are unconscious. To Andrew, it was some hours of sleep. But in reality, the loathsome son-in-law of the O'Connors had been in oblivion for a week.Waking up in a white-painted room made him disoriented for a while. 'Where am I?' He raised himself into a seating position and gawked at the patient's gown on his body. 'Either I'm in heaven or hospital. What the heck... I didn't remember falling sick.' His eyes darted around the empty room, and his nose caught the scent of medicines that filled the air. 'I'm in a hospital. What brought me here? I am not sick, am I?' The door to his ward jerked open, and a lady in a white frock stepped inside. And her face suddenly became cheerful at the sight of Andrew. "Thank God you have woken up," she mumbled as she walked towards him. Andrew peered at the beautiful young lady, and his memory seemed to be coming back as she walked closer. "Miranda, right?" "Yes, Andrew. You have slept so long that you forget the name o

The whole room burst into an uproar when Andrew announced that he was picking Brian's granddaughter as his share of Brian's estate. And it takes the interference from their family lawyer before the uproar dies down. "Andrea is my woman, and I suggest you take any other property that caught your fancy... He has some estate in and outside Arkansas City, some shares of multinational companies and also jewellery deposited into his safe. Pick any one of those assets and let us resolve everything today," Stevenson cried out. "You are not in the position to tell me what I should choose, Stevenson. Your job is to get the last statement of the deceased done as he instructed." "You are getting it wrong, Andrew. You are allowed to pick an asset and not a human being. Andrea is not a cattle or property to be traded," Mary mumbled. She turned toward her husband and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?" "We need to be patient and settle it amicably, Timothy answered back. Isabella cleared

As proved by those knowledgeable in that aspect, only money can make a man forget his pride. Jude was immediately on his knees, and he crouched towards Isabella and Miranda. "Hey... Come and see our manager on his knee. Did he want to propose to that lady in a pink gown?"," one among those who had earlier praised him cried out at the top of his voice. "Something is wrong with him," his colleague let out. "Let's go closer." Some men hurried close to Jude and they all circled him, while some tried to raise him from his kneeling position. "Stand up, boss. Why are you crawling on your knees?" "Let me be... Hey! Get your dirty hands off my body." "Why is he acting strange?" "I have no idea." Isabella and Miranda gaped at the man on his knees, and the mischief on Andrew's face made them understand what was going on. A few steps to reach where Isabella and Miranda were standing, a car suddenly parked beside Jude, and a lady hurried out of the driver's seat. She raced toward Jude,

Andrew leapt over the steps and hurried towards the emergency section of the infirmary. Despite the heavy weight of the unconscious woman in his arms, he scurried through the long lobby and arrived in front of a door with a sticker, 'intensive care unit.' "Hello. Who is on duty? My sister is unconscious," he screamed out, hurried toward a patient bed beside the wall and lowered the lifeless lady into it. "Where is the doctor?" "Here, I am the doctor," an old man in a white gown and extra large spectacles appeared at the doorway. He gawked at Andrew, and then at the lady on the bed. "What did you do to her?" "Someone slapped her twice on the cheek. And she had been unconscious since then," Andrew answered back. He sighed and dipped his hand inside his pocket to search for his handkerchief. He sighed again when he discovered he had lost it, and then used the helm of his suit to clean the ball of sweat on his face. "Stepped out of the room and let me attend to her... And make sure yo