His head flew off at this. He couldn't think for a moment."Annabelle!" He called softly.There was no response, no stir, nothing.His heart almost stopped beating."Annabelle," he called again and shuddered her briefly.No response again.He didn't know where the bullet had penetrated but it had obviously done a lot of damage to her and the thought of it brought pure pain to him. He couldn't afford to lose his sister, not again.Benson got closer. "Boss, what is the matter?"Derek didn't say anything instantly. Instead, he placed her safely in the back seat and closed the door."Annabelle has been shot, and I need to take her to the hospital," he announced and got inside the driver's side. "Tell the men to pull back. Take Thomas to the hospital and we will discuss the rest later."Benson bowed slightly.Derek didn't look at him, as he started the ignition and drove out into the street.His heart was beating even faster as he drove. He increased the speed as he mentally thought of wha

The abrupt ringing of his phone jolted Derek from his thoughts. It was his secretary. "Sir, something terrible has happened!" the panicked voice came forth.Derek got to his feet immediately. "Calm down and tell me everything that happened.""After the board meeting today, we suddenly received a call from the Jacksons that they no longer wanted to do business with us, I was still trying to understand the reason when-" her voice shook. Derek clenched his fists. Morris had enough connections with the Jacksons to convince them to cancel their contract with him.And with a big company withdrawing, every other company called to cancel as well. "Sir." the secretary continued. "6 other top-tier companies have called to cancel business with us, even our shareholders are withdrawing their shares in a panic.""What?" Derek's teeth gritted. "What has that got to do with the shareholders?""It seemed someone published something malicious about our company that got our stock price plunging ev

As the nurse unwrapped the bandage on his shoulder, Thomas' mind returned back to the incident back at Morris' mansion. Derek had risked a lot just to rescue his sister back then, and now she was unconscious. Right now, there would be a lot of things to take care of at the company. Why was he here, lazing around like this? "When can I get discharged?" Thomas sat up suddenly, asking the nurse. His bruises had healed, the only thing left was his left shoulder pain had reduced. "You should be able to leave by tomorrow morning." she replied. "What?" Thomas stared at her like she'd gone mad. "Why do I need to stay another day here? I'm fine already.""You ought to be discharged today. But your shoulder injury has barely healed, you still need to complete your treatment medications." She smiled, fixing the drip into his forearm. "Now that I've assessed your condition, why don't you relax and let me bring breakfast for you?""Hmm." Thomas nodded. Immediately the nurse stepped out, he

"Daniel!" Jude knocked on the table to get his attention. "I was speaking to you, pal. What were you thinking about?""Nothing much." Daniel swung down another glass, his throat constricted. "What were you saying?""Who is the President of Aircastle? Did you see his face?" Jude asked again. "No, I didn't." Daniel stuttered. "I didn't dare raise my eyes to look at him."There was no way he would let Jude know that Derek was the President. "That's too bad." Jude slammed his glass on the table. "I've always wondered how the President looked like. He must be some high-ranking figure, and come from a wealthy influential family."No. He's not.It's Derek. The guy we always scorned back in College. Daniel thought to himself. "How's been work at your place, Jude?" He asked, in an attempt to shift the conversation away from himself."It's been fairly stable. By the end of this year, I have a promotion to look out for." Jude chuckled. All of a sudden, he jumped up and waved. "Guys. Over he

"Derek, I was asking you a question. Is there any other thing you would like us to do for you?" Stephen asked again, sipping his wine. Derek's gaze flickered. "I need some men, that's all. But remember, you must keep your guard up all the time. Never relax your security, to prevent being caught unawares!"The men exchanged glances and nodded. "Who else would understand how terrifying Morris is if not us?" Herbert sighed. "We promise to be careful, Boss. In fact, I'm stationing men on the highway leading to my mansion in order to quickly detect any intrusion." Stephen nodded. "Same here, I'll inform my men to be extra-vigilant." Herbert seconded. "I'm curious about one thing, though?" Albert, who had been quiet for a while spoke. "What is the probability that your plan to defeat Morris would be successful, and we won't end up with too many casualties?"Derek and Benson exchanged looks. "Why?""We have to know what we're getting ourselves into!" He snapped. "Even if the chances of w