Achiel realised that the road was leading to the rural part of the city. Instead of bitumen and black tars, all he could see was plain earth and dusts which swept over and across the length of the car. He had been going at full speed until now. He had to slow down on the acceleration because of the gallops on the way. Finally, the car came to a stop at the side of the road. There were hardly any cars in sight. Killing the engine of the car, Achiel stepped out. He looked around him in awe. For a few seconds, he allowed himself to be distracted from the real motive of being here. "What the hell. Are there really places like this in Jade City?" He gasped. All his life, he used to think that Jade City was like heaven on earth. Most people who end up as bums on the streets were either the ones who took loans from loan sharks but were unable to pay back. And because of their inability to pay back, the loan sharks naturally sell their homes and several other properties. Those who were

Achiel felt dumbfounded when he came to accept his current state. He just couldn't wrap his head around it. He was only just wondering how the woman whom he helped moved so quickly, then he found out that the group had vanished into thin air. He was yet to register that in his mind, and then he was naked?Who made him naked? Did this set of old people make him naked? Achiel didn't know what to think. He didn't feel anything. Anything at all. Weren't there feelings someone feels during the process of removing clothes from the body?Achiel could swear that he never felt anything like that. Not even something close to it. He quickly put his hands over his naked body. Though there was no one in sight, yet it was instinctive that he would shield his body from the natural order. Especially his big dick. Oh, when did it become so big?! He didn't know. He quickly hurried to the car, which he parked by the roadside. He looked around to see if there would be anyone walking or passing by. W

Achiel felt like his legs had been glued to the spot. Not that the situation was literal. It was more like the prison of the mind. There was a reason why he remained in that position. He was not willing to make a movement either. He just kept staring at what was happening before him. All the elderly folks. All the old people that made up the group, including the old woman whom Achiel had helped. All of them were on their knees right in front of Achiel. Achiel didn't know what to make of this. A few seconds ago, he was still struggling to escape the cutting blades of the old woman's kick. And now this?All he could remember was the fact that, while he was trying to escape the rolling kicks of the old woman, the old woman had increased her speed and grabbed his cloth by the nape. While he was struggling to fight himself free, without slowing down his pace nor letting her have an advantage, the old woman's long nails had torn through his clothes and ripped it halfway. His back was ma

What! What did these strange just say? They were sent from where? By who? To bring who?Those were the questions that popped up in the mind of everyone in the hall. Everyone was stunned speechless. Even Mira and Grandmother. No one. None of the family members knew anything about it. Mira didn't recall Achiel telling her about knowing some influential figures, not even the prime minister of this country, let alone the president of the USA. Mira was becoming all shaky in her seat. She had no idea what this was about, but she was worried about her fiance. It was only right that she would protect his interest. The only person that Mira had seen Achiel address directly was Miss Zoe from Hoveland. Even up to this day, she's still trying to break the link that connected Achiel to Zoe, but she couldn't. But now this? Achiel has some relations with the president of the USA? She just couldn't wrap her head around her. But first, she had to know what the situation was. She felt like it was

A Maybach pulled over behind a Corvette, which was parked by the roadside. The door of the Maybach was pushed open, and a middle-aged man stepped out of the car. Pascal. Pascal walked straight to the Corvette and knocked on the driver's side. He knocked on the window for a while. No response came. He leaned forward to look through the window, but he could not see anything; the glass of the window had been tinted dead black. While he pondered and wondered where the owner of the Corvette could be, he heard the backdoor of the Corvette opening. Turning to look, a young man stepped out of the backseat of the Corvette. "What the hell, boy? What happened?" Those were the first questions Pascal could think of. "I'm sorry, Great Uncle. I couldn't just sit there. I was scared that anything could happen to me, so I decided to hide in the backseat." The lad explained, hardly looking up at Pascal.Pascal stared at the lad for a while. From his expressions, it was quite obvious that he was t