CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWOThe continuous blaring sound coming from the phone, interrupted Vincent Hutchinson sound sleep, as it echoed around the room. He stirred around and yawned tirelessly, then picked up the phone. There were several missed calls from Mary Miller. He wondered why he had received such an unforeseen call from her, but suddenly, he gasped loudly when he recollected. "Holy Shīt! What have I done?" When he was reciprocating the call back to her, a message popped up on his screen. ‘Where are you, Vincent? Are you still coming for dinner? Are you quite busy? Pick my calls, or reply to my message!’That was what the message contained. Vincent took a deep breath then exhaled, while he began to type on his phone. ‘I'm sorry, I just woke up! Meeting you in the next fifteen minutes!’He typed and sent. Afterwards, He dropped the phone on the bed, while checking what time it is! His mouth went wide open. The time was exactly 7:45 PM. He had used and wasted over

She walked briskly to the police officer, and gave out a smile that looks fake due to the shock she felt. "Excuse me, sir!" "Yes Miss, what can I do for you?!" The Cop's face turned sinister at when he ordered. "Move out the way." The lady got startled for a moment, and glared maliciously the Cop. ""Excuse me!" She muttered once again. The Cop got fury and turned to the officers behind him, "Throw her out of this place." He ordered. Mary Miller eyes flew opened in disbelief, and glanced at the two officers coming towards her. "Hold on!" She raised her left hand up in the air, and muttered suddenly. Her raised voice piercing into the air like a sharp knife. She scoffed, then faced the plumped-looking officer. "You should know how to do your job well!" She spat on his face. "What are you trying to do? Raising your voice at the officer of the law!" He snickered, "You should throw this lady of this place." "And why would they do that?" She questioned, without an iota of fear, she

Vincent Hutchinson chuckled softly. He could the doubt in Oliver's eyes. Well, it really going to be baffled if a Pauper like him could afford a mansion that worths two hundered million dollars. He could felt Oliver's gaze on him waiting for an answer to his questions. Vince waved his hand dismissively in the air, and chuckled. "I had told you earlier you shouldn't play with me unnecessarily, do you really think I'm just bluffing?" Asked Vincent, the continued. "I have my money with me. You should call one of your attendant to bring out the teller machine and I will make the transaction." Oliver looked amused as he watched him talk. The Two Hundred Million Dollars Ptrmum X Mansion had been on the market for the past three years yet nobody have the ability to spend their penny on him. They gushed about it, then left away from there. Upon hearing Vincent Hutchinson saying he would buy the mansion, he felt bountiful of joy and happiness in his heart but at the same time, he was also

While having their converstaions, a man walked up to their table and smiled vividly at Mary Miller while he glanced at Vincent Hutchinson disdainfully. The two of them, Vincent Hutchinson and Mary Miller was confused about what brought the man to their table. While staring at themselves in an awkward manner, the man suddenly spoke up, but it wasn't an ordinary but an authoritative tone, he ordered. "Get up from your seat!" He muttered to Vincent, contempt was really laced in the voice. The person was no other than Charles. Stupefied, Vincent Hutchinson looked up at him, then chuckled softly, "Are you really talking to me, Young Man? You should stop this nonsene if it's a joke!" He said to him. His heart grew in rage, he couldn't control the anger, and lash out angrily at him. "Are you deaf? Why would you think I'm joking? Does it look like a joke to you? I asked you to stand up, and I need to sit and have a talk with this beautiful lady!" He muttered. Vincent really so how ser

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY“Let's go into my office and talk about all this, shall we?” She offered and gestured towards her office. “After you!” He responded. They had not taken any steps when the young man ran towards them. “What are you doing, Miss?” He queried.Mary Miller furrowed his brow as she turned to him. “I don’t understand what you are talking about.” She sputtered out, while Vince glared at him contemptuously. “Have you been treated harshly and unwelcomed by my staff?” She asked further. "Nothing of such happens," He answered. "So, what is the problem?" Mary Miller mumbled as she fixed him with a sharp gaze. She smoothed and softened her voice to a we are. "I was wondering why you were here helping the thief," He gave Vince a vicious glance and said, "You support this man who has caused such a stir. I was quite let down. He continued in a furious manner. Mary Miller became enraged and hissed, "Excuse me, gentleman! Why are you worrying about it when you could at