Paul heaved a sigh. He didn't want any more trouble from the Winstons but the dark glares that Lady Winston and Jude Bournemouth threw at him forced him to pause his movement.“What are you still doing here? Have you not signed it?” Jude questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.“Signed what?” Paul asked.“The divorce agreement, you dummy,” Jude retorted. “Are you not tired of having a mistress who pushes you around? Pfff! Behave like a man for once and find something useful to do with your life because you don't have a place here”.“Mr. Bournemouth, Sarah is still my wife despite our misunderstandings. We will work things out as long as you don't come in between us,” Paul protested.Jude forced out a low chuckle which suddenly turned into full-blown mocking laughter. “You sissy of a man. Are you also going to take care of my child for me inside her belly? Sarah must have endured a lot staying with a pauper like you.”Paul was rooted to the spot. Something inside of him hoped that Sarah was

“Bullshit! Look into my eyes. I have been doing this job for almost 25 years. I can tell when a suspect is just making a show or pretending to have no idea about something,” Officer Astrid snapped her fingers toward Paul.“I am not making a show Ma’am,” Paul pleaded.“Officer!” Astrid raised her voice irritably. “You refer to me as an officer.”“Alright Officer Astrid,” Paul swallowed a bit, trying to catch his breath. “I know these memos and financial statements. They were the basis of my work with Lord Winston before he died but these…..”Officer Hall interrupted him abruptly. “Good! You are finally realising that you are guilty so why are we still here?”Paul wondered why the officers were already pronouncing him guilty. Was their job not to find the truth? He knew that Ponzi scheme interrogations are usually extensive and it was completely strange not even to ask any questions from any member of the Winston family.He wasn't even a member of their family anymore so why would he su

Grandpa Leonard’s body was thin and frail from worry.It was very difficult finding Paul - the Winston family's decision to spread the news of his arrest and incarceration was the only way Grandpa Leonard could trace his whereabouts and rescue him in the prisoner transport van. The Winstons thought they could suppress the pressure on them and make their investors think that the bad egg had been thrown out but they ended up giving way too much information, helping Grandpa Leonard with the missing puzzle to find his grandson, Paul.Grandpa Leonard’s back was hunched and his neck bones were very visible as if piercing his poor skin which was like paper. There was a twinkle in his watery eyes and one could tell that he would be beyond his 80s.Paul stood still as if he was frozen, his eyes devoid of feelings as Grandpa Leonard embraced him. “Oh! My boy. You have grown a lot since we met many years ago,” Grandpa Leonard quivered as he spoke. Paul didn't give any response. Instead, his t

Back at the Winston family, they were all shocked to hear that Paul Leonard was rescued from the prisoner transport van. They inquired angrily about who rescued him and how it happened but the police were even more shocked at how swiftly they were robbed of their man. The authorities were unable to give definitive answers leaving the Winstons on the lookout for him. They were determined that he was going to answer for the stunt he pulled.But they had bigger problems.The Bournemouth family, who are allied to the Winstons, had a fallout. The Winstons had an agreement with the Bournmouths for the completion of a building project worth 700 million dollars but the Winstons stopped halfway because they lacked the resources to complete the project, leading to threats of being sued.The Winstons had just escaped a Ponzi Scheme allegation by the skin of their teeth and a court matter would put a suspicious eye on them so they applied for a partnership deal with another company, Rochester C

There was a dead silence among the reporters as Jude mentioned that he had to make some confessions. They were all attentive because they knew that it was likely to be important news that would fill the front pages of the newspapers - cool money for them.Jude’s eyes darted back and front as he seemed to be considering his options. Making a public confession would ruin everything that he and his family had ever built? Perhaps he should have made a deal with Paul first before accepting to make a confession that could taint his dignity for the rest of his life.But what choice did he have. His last meeting with Paul didn’t seem like a friendly one. He could still feel the deep pain from the microchip on back of neck. Would he just succumb or was there one last bit of stunt he could pull.Jude looked at his wife - she didn’t look like someone who had ideas brimming on her head. They were doomed.“Mr. Bournemouth, it seems you have forgotten that you have confessions to make,” one of the