Charles stood on the same spot, hands. deep in his pockets, watching Carlos. Carlos was the smart and calculating type. He wasn't as reckless as Tyson, nor did he do things impulsively or without reason. For him to ask to meet up, it meant he had something to say, and it wasn't something to be taken lightly. After assessing Carlos for a while, he began to stride over to him. Charles decided in his mind not to be cowed by whatever Carlos said to him because it could just be another of his father's strategies.His father already knew Carlos rarely talked or lost his temper and was probably trying to make Charles think something big was going on."Start talking." Charles told him, raising his wrist to stare at the expensive watch on it. "I am a very busy man." He added, dropping it and placing his hand back into his pockets. "Well, I'll cut to the chase. I also have no time to waste. Charles, back off. It's time you relax. Those properties are for our father…" Carlos started, and Charl

Vera hurried up to Charles' room, and a deep gasp of shock escaped her mouth as she met Charles lying lifelessly on the bathroom floor.“Oh, my goodness!” She screamed out, and then ran into the bathroom. “Come on, let's take him downstairs.” Vera urged, and both her and the maid carried Charles downstairs.As soon as they laid him down in the sitting room, Vera hurriedly took out her phone, and dialed a hospital's number for an ambulance.“Charles, Charles, can you hear me!” Vera called out to him and then checked out his pulse.He was still alive, but his pulse was weak, which meant that he was dying. Soon, an ambulance got to Charles’ house, and he was wheeled into the ambulance.Vera felt for him because this wasn't the first time he was poisoned, and his enemies were sort of getting to him too much.On getting to the hospital, they wheeled him into the emergency center, and both Vera and the maid waitied impatiently and in fear.Vera phoned James, and when James heard the news, he

“Mark!” Angela screamed out, as her heart jumped into her throat. She couldn't even look down. If she took even the slightest step backwards, she was going to fall, and Mark himself might not be able to hold her up.Angela's chest fluttered like a crazy butterfly, and she felt so weak, so weak to the extent that she felt she was going to cry out loud, if he didn't pull her away.The furious wind didn't help matters, so instead Angela closed her eyes tight, and tried not to think of the numerous feet below.“How do you feel right now, Angela?” He asked, still holding her wrist, with a hand on her shoulder, not pushing her, and not pulling her. Just holding her there. “Mark, please… please. Let's… let's talk over there. Over there, away from the cliff.” She begged, sobbing with her eyes still closed.“I asked how you feel, Angela.” He insisted, giving a little push, and Angela screamed.“Scared! Damn it, I'm scared! I feel… I feel like my heart's going to burst, so please stop!” She sc

Charles was thrilled at the idea of having a new investment, and was instantly thrown into good spirits. When it was time for the meeting, he walked in confidently, while still keeping a humble appearance. Mr. Holmes was seated at a window seat in the restaurant they had agreed to meet. He stood up. He was quite the burly type with a wave of long hair, brushed to his right. Not only that, but he was fit, and had an intimidating aura, but age had begun to tell on him.To Charles, he looked to be in his early fifties, and his wealth was not to be spoken of lightly.“Finally, we meet.” Mr. Holmes said, in a deep, but cheerful voice, holding out his hand for a handshake, and Charles extended his, politely. “It is such a pleasure to meet with you, Mr. Holmes.” Charles remarked, as they sat. “I assure you, it is the same with me. I've been interested in your company for a while now, and I wondered why I was so interested, until I realized it was because I had to invest.” Mr. Holmes laug

Angela ought to feel rest-assured, and calm. Instead, she couldn't explain the nervous feeling that had come over her. She sat on her bed, knees to her chest, and her phone in her hands, waiting until she'd see the news that Charles had passed away in a restaurant where some robbers had raided.Everything about it was wrong. Although her mother had told her to keep calm, she just couldn't. She had asked how things were going, and her mother had told her the men were on their way to ambush Charles at a restaurant he reserved for a company dinner. Why would they attack him at a company dinner? Did they intend to kill others too? What if one of them managed to call the cops. She had tried to warn her mother, and ask them to pull back, but Mrs. Penny had told her they were professionals, and would kill Charles immediately he was identified. That did not put Angela at rest. Charles was just too good at surviving. What if he pretended to fall dead? What if he manage to blend among the p