Terms of the contract "A contract marriage. For you and my son!""True!?" Laila's eyes glittered than ever " I am interested." she gasped out."Then, sit down." Mrs Gladys told her. She sat too and proceeded to tell her the terms. It was a solemn meeting. She was damningly serious, "My husband is late." she told LailaLaila nodded." He left a Will for our only son. Her two elder sisters included in their father's Will have had their Wills executed. " She told Laila what the two daughters do now"They are CEOs and are doing fine but Nick Neil, my only son, has a condition attached to his. His dad willed he must marry and have a child before the Will will be executed."Laila smiled with a furrowed brow."How old?" she asked"Twenty-six"She did a rough calculation."So. Would you go for it? Marry him, give us a child, and have your one billion dollars?""He didn't want to marry?" Laila wanted to know for knowing sake. She was in for it already." Very Good. Listen. I have to tell you wh

"He will soon be back, Okay?" Mrs Gladys pacifies Laila. " He has spoken to me that he regretted what happened," she told her. " Liven up your spirit, here is money, shop anything you want with it"She persuaded her to go on a shopping spree and placed a huge envelope on her vanity table."Oh, Gosh!" Laila waved her head, her plan messed up?Cash out, establish, and reunite with David. She took another gaze at her face in the mirror and picked up the envelope, powered the car thinking when David would be back. It seemed the scales fell off her eyes. She did not go into the marriage to cash out and return to David's home before he came backShe wanted the money. She wanted to establish herself with it and by any means return to David to prove to his people she was not a gold-digger.She had called him before the marriage. His line did not go." If this bastard comes out as the Mom said, a few sexes, I am pregnant, to soon cash out," she said with perfect trust in her fertility.The

What money cannot do, more money can do it It was not up to two hours after Dr. Pat left for Mason City that news came that he had been shot dead while standing at the City's medium prison gate.In Lincoln, CEO David was back. He had raised Atlas Corp as one of the notable manufacturers of potent medicines, and medical laboratory equipment, entered into an MOU with Nickel One in Namibia, and sent pitches to five heads of countries after attending an FAO meeting in Milan where he presented a paper on how to make food sufficient for the third world countries: The third world countries with arable lands could, with their government's involvement, form cooperatives in each constituency. The children of the third world need education, food, and water, and the huge population is mainly peasant farmers. They need a drastic modern farming system to meet their obligations. Using Rice farmer's cooperatives, as a case study, each cooperative farmland will be irrigated, powered by cheap energy

Something is impossible but Nothing is impossible. It all depends on who are the actors, and how much are you willing to pay.The two allejos understood the power of Nick as the Marshal was money. Money. Money. Apart from that, they don't think he could survive the survival-of-the-fittest life in the cell much less being the Marshal.But they have to know him more and the oddity why his mother arranged a wife for him in the prison yard.The prison bell rang. Five minutes later, two prison officers came and opened the door and all the awaiting trial men of the J-One came out.Teng trespassed to the window of the next cell.The Marshal of the cell was hanging at the window, his nose, and forehead resting against the rod of the window.A coincidence. Both of them knew each other.Restricted to exclaim, Teng whispered"You're here!?"The guy, the way he gripped the iron bars, and shook himself, he wanted to fly out and hug Teng."What happened?""Mehhnnn ...""Man-U!" "My guy! Na so."

Laila has gone mad DBD gritted his teeth. Lit a cigarette and drew on it with a power, a trail of smoke escaping from the nose.Teng pinched him, "Easy. We're on track"He threw the remainder off the lavatory window and pushed himself through the moving bodies of inmates narrowing into the lone door as the prison guards who opened it stepped aside for them.He beckoned the prison guard that connected them to their superior. He had been loitering around unprofessionally to be seen. In a jiffy, because he had ten minutes left, he asked him for a minute's attention.The prison guard looked around like a rotating camera before marching a step closer to him.He did not want him to go through his superior. It was a dangerous assignment he could do and resign or do and if caught, be jailed. He may lose nothing since he was already a jailer. A jailer jailed, no qualms."There is a lady prisoner here, Laila. Just tell her David's boys are here for her." He walked tightly to him and dram