Philip's butler was confused, and also surprised at the same time. He had expected that Philip would jerk up like he had done the first time he woke up but it was the complete opposite."Tell me everything that happened." Philip demanded without standing from the bed. The butler who had been surprised about the strange situation opened his mouth and started talking.It seemed that the reason why Philip had turned out to be so gentle was because if the laxative that he had been given. The drug administration had made sure to suppress all the anger causing hormones in his body."When I came outside to check in you because I thought you were taking too long and everywhere was too quiet, I saw you on the ground with the young miss being nowhere in sight." He said."So she hit me on the head with a flowerpot and ran away?" Philip asked."It was two actually..." The butler replied with a cough."What?""It wasn't just one pot that she smashed in your head, it was two." The butler recreated.

The Charlton Company's reception area exuded an air of professionalism and elegance, from the plush seating arrangements to the subtle lighting that gave the room a warm and inviting atmosphere. Mr Churchill and Philip sat on one of the leather couches, their expressions a mix of impatience and eagerness.They had been kept waiting for Maxwell, the manager of the Charlton Company, and it was clear that neither of them was pleased by the delay.Philip tapped his fingers impatiently on his knee, his mind was filled with malicious thoughts that he harboured towards Darius. He could almost taste the satisfaction of seeing Darius brought down and humiliated.As he was in the Charlton company, a part of him wanted to see Darius. He would probably jump on him and snap his neck if he could.Beside him, Mr Churchill behaved like he was indifferent to the situation, but inwardly, he was nursing the various thoughts of what he would do with Darius once he laid hands on him. His eyes narrowing in

The atmosphere in the Charlton Company's main conference room was filled with a sense of anticipation as employees gathered, curious about the announcement that Darius McArthur was about to make. The polished marble floors and opulent furnishings created an aura of grandeur that matched the gravity of the occasion. Darius stood at the front of the room, exuding confidence and control, while Maxwell, his unassuming butler, flanked him."I'm sure you're all curious about the reason for this gathering," Darius began, his voice projecting a grand feeling of authority. "Today, I want to reveal a truth that has remained hidden for a long time."He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the silent and attentive audience. Then, with a measured tone, he continued, "My name is not just Darius Charlton. I am also known as Darius McArthur, the heir to the McArthur empire."Whispers spread like wildfire through the room, disbelief etched on the faces of those present. Maxwell stepped forward

The cold, unforgiving bars of the prison cell confined Philip, serving as a bitter reminder of his fall from grace. His eyes glinted with a mix of fury and desperation as he surveyed the bleak surroundings that now defined his existence.The stifling air of the cell seemed to choke him, igniting a fire within his core—a fire that he didn't know existed within him.The day became the night, each moment he spent in the miserable walks of the cell only served as a source of torment. The walls of the prison became engrained deeper into his consciousness and he began to lose his sanity even more.The dim overhead light flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows that danced across the cold, gray walls. Philip's mind raced with thoughts of retribution, his sanity teetering on the edge.As he walked through the prison yard, his mere presence sent shivers down the spines of the other inmates. Whispers floated through the air, each laden with a mix of fear and curiosity."That's the rich g

The city let out a collective sigh of relief as the shadows of the past finally faded away. The dark clouds that had hovered over its inhabitants seemed to disperse, making way for a renewed sense of hope and optimism. Lives were transformed, and the city began to mend its wounds, rebuilding what had been broken.Amidst this atmosphere of change, one particular story captured the hearts of the people—Darius and Carla's tale of rekindled love. Carla, who had once suffered under the oppressive grip of Philip, her misguided husband, found herself rescued by the unwavering determination of Darius, her true partner. Their love, tested by trials, had not only survived but flourished, proving that even the strongest storms couldn't extinguish its flame.The streets, once filled with hushed whispers and fearful glances, now witnessed something entirely different. Darius and Carla walked hand in hand, their smiles radiant enough to light up the darkest corners of the city. The past no longer h