Established hundreds of years ago, the Arkansas Youth Club is the only organisation that unites all the rich kids of the city. And to be among the members means a lot to an average Arkansas youth. To get connected to important personalities, get employed in government corporations or multinational corporations, or collect multi-billion dollar contracts, you must be among the members of the youth club. For years, Andrew had tried to join, but he was always chased off or beaten. And when he remembered that the club would be admitting new members today, the desire to fulfil his lifetime wish soared in his mind. Built-in a rectangular shape and decorated with expensive gadgets, the room was swarming with richly dressed ladies and gentlemen as Andrew pushed the sliding glass and stepped inside. An usher In a white suit bowed at his presence, offered him a glass of champagne and then pointed one of his fingers toward an empty cushion chair far off and let out, "Please sit over there, Sir."

For the first time since Andrew became rich, he enjoyed the privilege of being rich.After eating a sumptuous meal and drinking some champagne, he stood up from his VIP seat and stepped into the midst of the dancing crowd. "Come and dance with me." "He is mine." "I called him first." Three ladies blocked his front and begged him to dance with them, but Andrew ignored all of them as his eyes searched the room for someone. "Hello, Andrew. I want to apologise for not believing that you are the secret heir of the Elizabethan family. I hope you will forgive me and let's be friends as we used to be." "No problem, Jude. I have forgiven you. Just be good and stop being snobbish," Andrew announced. He walked through the large hall, bowed and waved at his new fans and grinned when most of the ladies winked at him. Some years ago, they had all behaved differently to him. But today, all of them want to be his friend. Such is the power of wealth. Little wonder one of the wise men that eve

He stood and watched three men in black suits as they stepped out of the black jeep. And his eyes traced them into the receptionist's office. After some minutes, Andrew hurried toward the receptionist's office and saw the men as they entered an elevator. "Hello, Sir. How may I be of service to you?" After his first encounter with the guards at the main gate, most of the staff of The Palace Hotel seemed to have recognised him, and they all attended to him with respect. "Yeah. I would like to know who those guys were?" "Which guys, Sir?" "Those three men in black suits. I saw them entering the elevator just now." "Oh... They are Miss. Simpson's guest. She informed me to book an executive room for them." "Simpson ordered you to book an executive room for them?" Andrew asked back. And he grinned when the receptionist nodded her head. "I hope there is no problem, Sir?" "None. Thank you, miss -." "Sade." Thank you, Sade. Kindly keep an eye on them till I come back." Sade nod

As expected, the black Jeep drove after Andrew's Lamborghini. And for the first time, since he was aware of their tailing, he was glad to have them around. Audacious because of the watchdogs at his back, Andrew peeked at Ajay's face through the mirror inside the car, and let out, "You will be sorry for assaulting the royal family." "Royal Family indeed," Ajay mimicked back in Andrew's voice. "You will always remain the poor and loathsome son-in-law of the O'Connor family, even if you wear the crown." Jude giggled and let out, "You can't, Andrew. You will never be the king of this country as long as am alive." "What was his offence?" Miranda asked. "You guys were friends since childhood. So why all this hatred?" "You are wrong, darling. Andrew is our slave and not our friend. He was the one we sent to get our work done." "Ajay is right. Andrew used to eat our leftovers, do our laundry and don't dare look into our faces when we were talking to him. So calling him our friend is insu

Isabella drove into the private infirmary and parked in the car park. And both hopped out of the car and then raced into the private wards. Jude sat on the bed beside Jackson. She held his hand and caressed his back, and then peeked into his eyes. "Hey, Jackson. How are you feeling today?" Andrew asked as the pair stepped closer to Jackson's bedside. "Shh. He is sleeping," Jude said. "Is he aware that you are here?" Isabella asked. "No. I arrived some minutes ago and met him sleeping. Why are you here?" "Jackson is my friend, and I have the right to come here. What about you? You have seen him. It's time you leave?" "Not until I see my children. Who knows what he did with my poor little kids." Jackson stirred on the bed and opened his eyes. "Thank God that you are awake... Hello, Jackson. I have been waiting for you for a while." Jackson blinked his eyes at the sight of the woman beside him. And a frown appeared on his face immediately, "what did you want, Judy?" "Is that