An elderly man stared at the TV screen with a scowl on his face. He knew the man on the screen and it made him mad that he had much influence while he was getting more penniless by the day. The man on that screen was Christian Robinson and the older man was his ex-father-in-law, Simon Williams. "That's Chris right there, he looks like he's doing quite well for himself, only if you weren't foolish enough to cut all ties with him." Simon scolded his older daughter who was seated right next to him, her eyes on the TV screen too with a frown of her own. "It was your idea that I let go of him, he wasn't helping my career or the family in any way, remember?" She said defensively. Simon shook his head with a mean stare, "You should have known if he was doing to become someone better after a while, he was your husband, how could you not know that he had big plans that would get him rich so quickly? Now look at him, all high and mighty and we can't even go and ask for his help." Simon snap

Chris arrived at the Robinson estate late that afternoon, wearing a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap. As he drove in, he met Evans in his car too, about to drive out of the estate. "Chris," Evans said simply as he rolled down the window of the backseat and acknowledged his presence. "I came to see you." He said. "I know that I have an important meeting that can not wait unfortunately." He replied. Chris stood still, he did not know how to beg, he could not stop him from going off either. "This is important, my image and companies are at stake." He said. Evans' expression changed to that of curiosity and even if he didn't want to see Chris, he wanted to know what was going on, he after all loved having the right info. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be with you shortly. " He said and Chris nodded. The driver rolled back into the garage which had over a dozen luxury cars and trucks. Evans got out and led him into the house. The first thing Chris

The office was quiet, the tension so thick that it could be cut with a knife. Pete glared at the young lady that stood before him with a frown, he was not happy with what he was seeing. "This is absurd!" He snapped and flung the stack of papers on her. "I don't know what happened sir, I...I guess this was..." "You better guess right or you will be losing more than your job," Pete warned with a scowl. "Who signed this contract?" He asked and the young lady stammered helplessly. "I want to believe that you're not deaf! Who signed these contracts?!" Pete repeated angrily. "It's Master, Christian." She replied slowly. "Summon him to the conference room, now," Pete instructed and the young lady scampered away, leaving the documents on the floor. Chris sat at the edge of his desk, his eyes scanning through his company records. Since Anneliese had lost the case, he was very interested in his finances and the process, he found some mishap that was going on with his account

The air was suddenly too pungent for him, Chris could not tell if it was the wildhouse plant or the sickening nerves of the lady before him, he could not seem to steady his breathing anymore. "This can not be so difficult, Mr Robinson." She said with a smile and nodded at the documents, "This is a lot of money, and it could be worth a lot if I want to do business with another company." "Do you know how absurd you sound? You came highly recommended and we have had a diplomatic understanding for a contract, now you are trying to breach it?" He asked, baffled at her guts. Sylvia sat there, unaffected by his rage, she looked at the contract on the desk and back at him. "This is the only agreement I had with you and it's clearly worth 200 million dollars, that's what we agreed on__" "That's a big lie! The Robinson family could never budget so much for such a worthless contract, we only came to you because of a trusted partner and I never would have guessed you would be such a great d

Potter opened the car down and Chris stepped out of a Bentley. He nodded to the older man respectfully. "Shall I be off until you call for me, sir?" He asked, he knew how private Chris wanted his life and he never, ever meddled no matter how helpful he could be. This was one reason that Chris could trust him. "No, Potter, I won't be long." He replied. Potter drove a few meters away and parked at the side of the building. Chris did not want to draw any attention to himself, he had not announced to his directors or HODs that he would be coming to the company. He rarely ever did so and each time he did, he sent a mail out to notify them. A thief was preying on what they believed was the leftover, it was taking a toll on the company's finances and they were relentless. Jugs Oil was one of the most profitable of Christian's companies, he had opened it quite early and sank billions into it, getting the right connections and network to ensure a smooth operation. He also knew ho