"Are you sure you want to go out and to the company, son?" Mr. Watson asked Sultan, his lips twitching as he watched Sultan get into the black Bugatti Chiron."Yes, I am not weak and I am well, so you don't need to worry," Sultan said, his tone gentle yet direct."Well, I won't stop you," Mr. Watson sighed in resignation. Mr. Watson continued, "But keep in mind that we still have a lot to discuss, Emmett."Sultan's heart skipped a beat when he heard Mr. Watson's words. He began to wonder if the man had finally realized that he wasn't his real son. "Ye-yes, Father," he stammered. "I mean to say, I understand."Mr. Watson nodded. "Good. Lugard will be with you wherever you go," he said, turning to the bodyguard who had been with Sultan before yesterday's party. Lugard nodded. "I'll make sure he's safe, Mr. Watson," he said, his voice deep and even."Thank you, Lugard," Mr. Watson said. He turned back to Sultan. "Now, don't stay out too late. And call me if you need anything."Sultan no

"Run, Ashley, run! Don't look back, just keep running!" she told herself, her breath coming out in heavy gasps as she tried to push herself faster and faster. Her eyes focused straight ahead, her arms pumping as she ran, but in spite of her efforts, she felt as if she wasn't moving fast enough. The thought that the men were gaining on her made her heart sink, and her fear began to rise.Her heart sank further as she glanced over her shoulder, only to see that the men were indeed closing in on her, their silhouettes coming into view. "Shoot!" Ashley cursed under her breath, trying to summon the last of her energy to move faster.Just then, she turned back to look forward, but it was too late. She collided with someone, her head hitting hard against their chest. "Oof!" Ashley grunted as she stumbled backward, her mind spinning with confusion, yet still scared.Despite her fear and confusion, Ashley's adrenaline-fueled instincts kicked in. In an instant, she saw an opportunity to use th

“Come on, son. Are you sure you’re strong enough to keep working these long hours, from 7am to 9pm?” Mrs. Watson asked, concern etched across her face.“I’m fine, Mom, I’ll be fine,” Sultan insisted, doing his best to hide the strain he was feeling.“At least have some breakfast before you go,” she insisted.“No, Mom,” Emmett replied, forcing a smile. “I’m Emmett Watson, and I’ve got this.”“We sure raised a workaholic son. Sometimes I really wonder if you truly are our Emmett,” his father chimed in with a shake of his head, though having nothing but sincerity in his tone.Sultan's smile faltered for a moment. “I’m still your son, Dad,” he said, his voice just a bit smaller than before. The reminder of who he really was, making him a little uncomfortable.Mr. Watson's expression softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Sultan's shoulder. “I know that, son,” he said, his tone gentle.“You should at least let the maid bring you some lunch later,” Mrs. Watson interjected, her voice

(In the Car) Sultan stared out of the car window, the city lights blurring into streaks of color as they sped towards his Master Watson's office. Lugard sat in the front seat, silent and watchful. ‘This is my chance to make sure equality is served out like a dish to the average citizens. I wouldn't just help myself, I'd help my kind,’ Sultan thought, his mind racing with memories of what he has been through being poor. Now, taking over his now given father’s company was not just a duty—it was a battle he had to win. Not just a battle for him, Sultan, but also a battle for Emmett Watson! When they arrived, Lugard led Sultan through a hidden back entrance. The corridors were dimly lit, but Sultan knew every corner of the building somehow. “Ah, yes! I had a dream last night that I had spent countless hours here, learning the ropes of the family business under everyone's watchful stern gazes, hmph!” They reached the boardroom, where the meeting was already in progress. Sultan t

Meanwhile, back at the company, the scene of the incident was still buzzing with chaos. Employees were gathered in tight-knit groups, whispering furiously and speculating about what had just happened. The reporters, eager to follow the next chapter of the story, were hastily packing up their equipment, some already heading to the Watson estate in the hopes of catching another glimpse of Emmett Watson.Amidst the commotion, someone slowly bent down, their slender fingers brushing against the cold, hard floor. They felt around carefully until they touched the dented surface of the gold coin. With a quick glance around to ensure they weren’t being watched, they picked it up and clutched it tightly in their hand.The person straightened, slipping the coin into their pocket. They moved with a calculated nonchalance, blending back into the crowd of employees who were still murmuring in disbelief."Did you see how he just got up? Like it was nothing!""I thought for sure he was a goner. T