"What? What are you talking about?" Brad was shocked and confused. The fact that his father headed a mob group wasn't enough but it was his turn to take over.Jude cleared his throat meaningfully. "I will excuse you to talk more," he muttered and didn't wait for a reply before he walked out of the room.Ava looked at Jude until he was out of the room before she turned to look at Brad again. "When your friend was shot, did you notice anything? The car or the people?"Brad nodded once, remembering what he saw. "The number plate had 'Ghost' on it."Ava's eyes went wide with shock. "Shit! I knew it!" She cursed softly.Brad stared at her blindly."We received a piece of news that you were dead. That you were killed by the Ghost," she explained.Brad hesitated as he took the information in. He regarded Ava for another moment as if he couldn't believe it. "What you mean to say is that I was supposed to die? That bullet was meant for me?"Ava nodded slowly."Fuck!" Brad turned away. His min

Several men advanced towards Brad very fast and they ripped the hands of the men holding onto him off.Brad stared, shocked. He had no idea what was happening. It looked like everyone recognized him wherever he went."Maxwell," Sam muttered with fear.Maxwell turned to one of the men dressed in a tuxedo.The man brought out five bundles of notes and Maxwell threw it over at his men. They perched at it.Maxwell turned to Sam and slapped him hard on his face. "What the fuck are you doing? Harassing students? Are these boys not supposed to be in school?" He yelled.With the vein visible in his neck, one would be certain that he was angry."I_," Sam started but the words became stuck in his throat. Maxwell had never been so angry at him and it bothered him.Besides, who was Brad that he was protecting? As far as he was concerned, Maxwell didn't bother himself with Sam's matter. He had never done it.Maxwell took the supreme card from Sam and moved towards Brad and David. He hesitated brie

'Young and Rich sent a Money Gun'Sophia's eyes went wide with shock. It was the first time that she would be getting such an expensive gift on livestream.And Money Gun is equal to 50 dollars.Young and Rich: [What worth is the flower that you have sent? The fact that you and your friends stole to impress the students. I will let you know that I don't need to steal like yours because I have the money.]'Young and Rich sent a Money Gun'The screen flashed with notification severally, showing that Mick sent the Money Gun for nine more consecutive swipes.More students joined the livestream at this moment. The number of viewers reached 50.Sophia's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe it. Mick sent her 500 dollars worth of gifts.She held her hands in front of her chest. "Thank you so much, Mick. I really appreciate it. Is there anything you want me to do for you? For the gifts? I could sing or dance," she happily asked.Young and Rich: [Nah! I don't want that crap! Make me the moderator!]

Within a few minutes, they arrived at La Rue and Ben led his friends to a table where four girls sat. The four girls were nicely dressed and it was clear they were from a respectable family. Ben moved closer to one of the girls. "Please, meet my girlfriend, Nicky," he introduced and gestured towards the rest. "And her friends. And these are my friends too," he gestured towards the boys. Nicky had rose hair that fell across her shoulder. She had pale and flawless skin that perfectly complimented her expensive dress. The other girls were as beautiful as Nicky, just with different hair colours. Sophia had a black short hair, while Rose had black long flowing hair. Ann, on the other hand, had ginger hair. Nicky and his friends looked at Ben's friends and their smiles went stiff as a result. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been tossed over their heads. They have never felt so disappointed. Kevin's appearance was unremarkable, David looked like an ordinary man and even though

"Mr Maxwell, I_," the manager started but Maxwell had already hung up.He placed a call next to Baron. Baron is the president of BAS, an online company where Drake works.Baron picked it up but it took a few seconds before a voice came online. "Hello Mr Maxwell, who do I own this honour?""Does Drake work for you?" Maxwell went straight to the point. He had no time for pleasantries.He and Baron weren't friends anyway. "Yes!" Baron affirmed. "Do you want him to do anything for you?"Drake was a star. So, Maxwell might need his help in publishing a piece of news. Because Baron couldn't think of a reason why Maxwell would ask of him."Drake made a grave mistake," Maxwell ignored his question and said instead. "He published false stories concerning Brad Harier, a student of Stanford and he needs to be punished for it.""I_," Baron was short of words. "What do you want?" he said eventually. "I want the story to be brought down and I want him to be fired," he revealed."What! Fired?" Bar