Babcock hunched over the system in his front and pressed the keyboard buttons for a while, he then looked up and muttered, "A one-time password had been sent to the owner of this card. Kindly verify if you receive any message." "He can't receive any message because the platinum card didn't belong to him," Kourtney announced, smirked and let out, "Why are we wasting time? Let's get these clowns arrested now." "Not yet," Wilson answered back, turned towards Andrew and asked, "Can you verify the account now if the card truly belongs to you." "Sure," Andrew mumbled back, dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone. "Wow!" Wilson exclaimed at the sight of the Thuraya satellite phone. And without being told, he realised the customers in his store were not only rich but from a royal family. "I had verified the one-time password. You can go ahead with the transaction," Andrew said with a grin, then winked at Jackson and whispered," Don't be scared. We will be leaving here

The white-painted Bentley drove toward the O'Connor's villa, stopped at the big black gate and the driver pressed the horn button. An elderly man poked his head out of the hole in the body of the gate gawked at the beautiful car in front, and then asked, "Who is that?" "It's Andrew. Open the gate and let my driver drive inside." The man promptly opened the gate and then gawked as the Bentley was driven inside, and then towards the last building at the end of the villa. "This was the place I had known as my only house, and the O'Connor family were my only family, until a few months ago," Andrew turned towards his friend and let out. "Will you forgive Andrea and give her another chance?" Jackson asked. "It depends on her. If she is truly sorry for the past and ready to accept me as her husband, then I will. But I don't want her to know about my wealth before making her decision." "Good idea," Jackson answered back and then parked in front of the building, turned toward Andrew an

Time froze as the door of the Bentley door fell with a loud thud and all eyes darted at it, then back at the landlord. "Oh my goodness! You just broke half a million-dollar mirror," Jackson placed his two palms on his head and mumbled, "All your assets can't buy a new mirror." Andrew was speechless as he stepped towards the Bentley. He stooped down, picked up the mirror, peeked at it, then back to the old man and let out, "You have destroyed my property because of your miserable house rent. Tell me how much he owns you, and I will pay you now." "Ten thousand dollars. That is how much he owed me," the man answered back with feigned boldness. Andrew dipped his hand inside his pocket, brought out a wad of dollars and let out," This is ten thousand dollars. Have your miserable money." "Then you must buy us a new mirror, and repair our car," Jackson added. "Daddy... Daddy. Welcome home," two identical male twins raced out of the house, towards Jackson and leapt on him. "Meet Tommy a

Einstein glared at Andrew as he walked closer, and his face showed the volume of his anger against the younger man. "I want to use this opportunity to invite the general manager of The Palace Hotel to deliver her opening speech before we proceed to the next program," the MC announced, and his speech was welcomed by another round of deafening clapping and hooting. Miss Simpson was dressed in a blue and white striped frock that displayed all her curves and shapes, and her eyes showed her excited state of mind. "Thank you all for gracing this occasion," Miss Simpson announced with a bow, smile, breath out loud and let out, "As you are all aware, the owner of this hotel had decided to give back to society, and because of this, our organisation will henceforth have a special treat for those who are not buoyant enough to pay for most of our goods and services." "That is beautiful... Now the commoners will be able to enjoy the serenity of this environment, " one among the guests cried o

In truth, it hurt to love and not to be loved back. But what hurts most is to love and not have the courage to express it. Jackson didn't possess the boldness to express his feelings to Miss Simpson, and he would have rather died with his desire if Tommy had not taken the bull by the horns. Every step Miss Simpson took towards him increased his heartbeat, and he was as white as a ghost when she arrived beside him, stooped and whispered in his right ear. "Your son said you want to dance with me." "Em... Yeah, sure. Did you mind?" "I won't be here if I do. Now be on your feet and don't keep a lady waiting," Miss Simpson mumbled, then stretched her arm towards Jackson. "Wow! Thanks, Miss," Jackson announced as he held Miss Simpson's hand, and with fingers intertwined, both couples stepped into the middle of the hall and then moved in rhythm to the melodious voice of the musician. On the podium far off, Andrew peeked at Jackson and Miss Simpson as they held tight to each other, and