Bella's observation from the bottle caused the party to stop or get interrupted again sooner than expected.“Joyce, this bottle has your name on it.” Bella handed it to Joyce, surprised like the other girls.Joyce collected it from Bella and confirmed the inscription of her name on the bottle.“Awnn…they are really thoughtful. I need to meet with the manager.” She said.“Hold on, this other bottle has my name on it,” Bella said, surprised the more. Her curiosity led her to check the next bottles, “And this has yours, Ivy.”“Why would they do that?” Ivy asked.“Maybe they were just being thoughtful, you know. Wanting to keep our patronage.” Joyce cleared the air.“Hold on a minute guys, something's not right.” Bella said, suspicious of the setting, “Each item here is in threes and I can see my favorites in all of them.”The ladies took a closer look at the items on the tabletop trolley, and they each confirmed their favorite items in each variety.“Is this a well-thought treat or is th

Damon's story had paralyzed Joyce as her jaw dropped and her body froze where she was. She thought to beg and apologize, but the words were not forthcoming and she feared interrupting him. Heartbroken and feeling betrayed by Bella, and powerless to Damon, she remained mute unable to even process the situation. In her heart, all she could ask was that Damon be merciful towards her yet, she couldn't say it out.Damon began laying down the exit plan for her in this story.“Once that documentary goes live by the said time, the lawsuit will be filed against you and before evening, the judge will issue a warrant for your arrest. Once you're caught and apprehended, that will be your last moment of freedom. So, you have few hours to run, hide, and escape if you can. Should you succeed, good for you, otherwise, you'll be served.” Damon hit her with the final play.Joyce startled back to reality and lay on the e floor, begging Damon to have mercy on her. She held his leg and cried but he wasn't

Damon and his team arrived at the palace and everyone cheered him as he walked in, the salutations and respects were flying. He had just flipped the situation everyone thought would bury him, he turned it around into his ladder to climb higher.The whole nation was talking about it and admiring his formidable nature. Who could have thought that the world would be praising Damon on this day? Joyce's lawsuit and divorce update were supposed to be the trendy news everyone had expected, but the brilliant Prince turned it around.Although he won, the people had their mixed reactions and opinions to the situation. Conspiracy theories and false accusations and disbelief were all flying around, commenters and commentators and political analysts were pouring in their thoughts and opinions to the case. To some, Damon must have used his powers to manoeuvre the situation in his favour, to others he had planned it all along and Joyce was never his wife but an actress he paid to play his self-orch

Damon gathered together with his team at the office to catch up and deliberate on any lingering matters. Seated together in the office lounge were Brandley, Philip, Bella, and Elizabeth, each sipping their glass of wine. “Now that Joyce is gone, we need to return our attention to other matters. What do we have?” Damon asked the group. Everyone stared on, waiting to say something that was on their mind. “The Board is overly pleased with the outcome of everything and they were all grateful they stayed and trusted us to fix the problem.” Elizabeth went first. “But some of them did pull out, right? I have their money to prove so.” Damon asked, knowing that among the men who hedged their bet against him were some members of his Board. “Well, it turns out that was just another bird your one-stone hit. You eliminated the bad eggs within the Board.” Philip added, praising the effect of their p

At the mystery location where the mysteriously evil group gathered together, their master's words thundered the room and sent everyone into panic mode, they feared for their lives because they had enraged their master. He turned to them and asked his question again, this time with a less thunderous tone, “I said, why is the Kingdom still standing? And why is that foul name, Langston, still mentioned and praised?” The men and women who were gathered there, stammered as they muffled their words to each other. None had the boldness to behold the face of their master, they all looked down as they muttered their words. “Twenty-one of you, rightly positioned in all the places of power, influence, and authority, yet you could not execute a simple attack.” He fires at them again. One of the men among his subjects finally mustered the courage to speak. “Grandmaster, may your agenda be