Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty One Grandmother Clinton was not your typical grandmother. At the spry age of 75, she still had the spirit of a young socialite. Her grandkids often marveled at her energy and zest for life. One sunny afternoon, as she sat on her vintage armchair, surrounded by antique collectibles, a mischievous idea popped into her head. She decided it was time to throw an exclusive underground party, unlike any other. The idea of hosting the event of the century excited her immensely.She reached for her smartphone, her arthritic fingers dancing across the screen as she dialed the number of the best party organizers in town. Her choice was no accident; she knew that this event needed the touch of professionals who could bring her vision to life. The phone rang a few times before a friendly voice answered, "Good afternoon, this is Eventful Creations. How can we help you?"Grandmother Clinton cleared her throat and began, "Hello, dearies. This is Mrs. Clinton, and I'm i

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Three Grandfather Clinton sat in his dimly lit study, the soft glow of an antique lamp casting warm shadows across the room. He was a man of years, with a lifetime of stories etched into the lines on his face. Across from him, Godfather Roberto leaned back in the leather armchair, his sharp eyes fixed on the old man.The room was filled with an air of secrecy and tension, like a storm brewing on the horizon. Grandfather Clinton cleared his throat, the years of wisdom and weariness evident in his voice. "Roberto," he began, "I've been thinking about this for a long time. I need to meet the mafia Boss."Godfather Roberto raised an eyebrow, his deep voice carrying a sense of caution. "You know the consequences of such a request, Clinton. The Boss doesn't meet just anyone."Grandfather Clinton nodded slowly. "I understand, but I have a plan. I want to ask for his help in making me the president. It's the only way I can achieve what I've dreamed of my entire

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Five Elijah, the mafia boss, was hunched over his sleek laptop, engrossed in an important online meeting. The dimly lit room cast long shadows on his face, emphasizing his rugged features. He adjusted his crisp suit, trying to exude an air of authority even in the virtual world. It was just another day in his life, juggling power and crime with finesse. The screen before him displayed a web of connections and secrets that kept his empire running smoothly.As Elijah delved into the discussion with his international counterparts, his trusted aide, Vincent, entered the room, a sense of urgency in his step. He cleared his throat and whispered, "Boss, there's an important guest waiting for you downstairs."Elijah's brows furrowed. He didn't appreciate interruptions during such crucial meetings. "Who is it?" he inquired, his voice a low growl.Vincent hesitated for a moment before replying, "It's your wife's grandparents, sir."Elijah's heart skipped a beat a

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Seven Grandfather Clinton, a stern man of advanced years, sat in his favourite worn-out armchair, his eyes squinting with disapproval as he directed a barrage of insults and belittling remarks towards Elijah, his grandson. Elijah, a young man with a strong and stoic demeanor, stood a few feet away, silently absorbing the onslaught of harsh words."Useless!" Grandfather Clinton bellowed, his voice echoing through the dimly lit living room. "You're nothing but a poor excuse for a man, Elijah. Always have been, always will be."Elijah's gaze remained fixed on the floor, his jaw clenched, but not a word escaped his lips. The insults had been a constant presence in his life, and he had learned to bear them with a silence that masked the turmoil within."You think you're good for something, boy?" Grandfather continued, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I've seen worms with more worth than you."Elijah's eyes remained downcast, his breath steady and co

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Nine Henry sat alone in his dimly lit living room, his heart racing as he listened to the recording from the secret camera he had planted in his brother's house. It was a risky move, but the suspicions had been eating away at him for months. The voice on the recording, the one he had feared, was unmistakable.As the conversation unfolded on the recording, the emotions within Henry intensified. His brother, Elijah, had always been a bit of a mystery, but now, the secrets were unfurling. The voices on the tape were hushed, speaking in whispers that dripped with a sense of danger. Henry strained to make out the words, every sentence pulling him deeper into a world he had never imagined."Elijah, we've got to ensure the shipments arrive on time. The boss won't tolerate any delays," a voice on the recording said.Henry's brow furrowed. The boss? What boss could they be talking about? His brother had always been involved in something shady, but this... this w