The police station was quiet as Christian stood outside, waiting for Trevor and Ephraim to be released. He knew it would be bad publicity for them to be in the cell for a long time so he simply gave an order after the first few hours for them to be let out. Already, he could see some fishy headlines flying around, questioning the ownership of the Duke Empire; it wasn't good for the reputation of the company. Christian could tell that the staff had begun the rumor and maybe a few eager Journalist had picked it up and it was only a matter of time before they somehow found out where Ephraim and Trevor had been taken and in a matter of hours, they'd be trooping into the police station or waiting outside the gate for anything at all to make their story juicy. "Are you sure, sir?" The officer asked as Chris said that he wanted the lord and his son released. "The commander said we can keep them detained for as long as you want." He assured me. Chris shook his head, "That's bad for the co

"Marry?" Anneliese asked, and she was shocked at the suggestion. She looked at the man, thinking he was maybe joking but he was Stanley Croft and he was not known for making any jokes. "You're being serious?" She asked and the man nodded. "Marry me? Where does that come in? How will that help us?" She asked. Laura shut her up immediately and said that she should let the man speak, after all, he was older and far wiser than she was. Anneliese was skeptical but she listened to her mother. Laura did not want Anneliese to ruin her chances of being married to a wealthy and influential man. "What do you have in mind, Mr Stanley?" Laura asked, eagerly. "The lord only took over the Duke family a few years ago," he said and Martin nodded. He could still remember when Ephraim took over the Duke family. It had been in a meeting many years ago, he and a few others had been contesting for the position shortly after the heir of the company had died after a brief illness. Martin had been very

Chris looked at the record in his hands, Potter was just right on time, he had to look at the records and find who the rival was before they did more harm to the Robinson family. As Chris left the parking it outside the office and went into the main building, he could see a small crowd gathering at the reception desk. "Sir, you have to calm down, the CEO isn't here yet, he will be with you soon and he will take a look at whatever deal you have brought." The lady at the desk said, trying to appease the angry man who was fuming right in front of her. "Deals?! You must be insane to think that I will bring a deal to him! Who does he think he is and how dare he keep me waiting?! " The man asked sharply. The receptionist leaned back, intimidated by his tone and his words, she quickly pulled out the telephone and said, "Let me try to call his private line, he's not in the office right now, he stepped out, please sir, kindly wait for him, I'm sure he will return shortly." She said as she

The hotel was indeed a tourist attraction. The grasses were well trimmed, the water was clear and the entire place was serene and yet lively. Soft music filtered through the entire place, giving it a soft and relaxing feel. By the side of the lake, Christian spotted Ephraim. He was laid on a lounge chair, his hands stretched over his head and the left holding a glass of wine, the bottle sat on the sand, half empty. "Living the life, I see." He said as he got closer to the lake. Ephraim sat up immediately and glared at him, a nasty frown on his face before he remembered to smile. "I wasn't expecting you, Chris." He said and offered him the same glass. "I'd rather not, thank you." He replied. "Well, what brings you here? Something tells you you didn't come for the fresh air or cool water." He said. "You know why I'm here," Chris replied. Ephraim's eyes gave him away but the man still shook his head, feigning innocence. "Really, I don't. I don't think we have unfinished bu

Monalisa's hands fell by her side, she looked at him intently through the mirror, trying to gauge his reaction. "How do you know my full name?" She asked, her voice shaky. Christian turned in the swivel chair and faced her, seeing that she was already shaking from her hair down to her foot. "Who are you?" She asked, moving backward, her hands went to the cell phone in her apron. "Don't do that, please, I want to talk, that's all." He said. Monalisa shook her head, apparently, she wasn't sure, "Talk about?" She asked and at the same time pointed to his head, "You don't need a haircut, do you? You came here to hurt me!" She snapped and grabbed a mannequin head, throwing it at him in one fluid motion. Chris had not been expecting the lady to be violent, he did not move out of the way fast enough and the doll hit him square in the face, he felt excruciating pain in his nose and quickly grabbed it. He was bleeding. "Oh, my!" She exclaimed as she saw the blood, "What have you made me