Eleanor walked sluggishly into the room, having received the info of their flight back to Chicago. She never wanted to return to a clingy and busy environment like her home in Chicago.Romsey sat, his face buried in a newspaper, "The Times," which sounded more different, more subdued, more questioning than it used to be. Even the looks on the guards' faces were different, except for Robson, who was happy that he would reunite with his wife and daughter.Romsey dropped the paper on the table, looking at Eleanor. "You didn't tell me everything you wanted to," he said. She smiled. "You will find out more, young master," her face showing a mixture of pleasure and turmoil.She thought of the strict nature of her father, who would always insist that she take over one of the mini-companies. Eleanor preferred having personal time at the beach, her leisure time playing the piano and, of course, reading novels, her favorite being the urban genre where several male leads get humiliated by female

Romsey's flight arrived timely at the Chicago airport, a new phase of his life was about to begin, when the pilot's voice cracked over the intercom."Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to land, please prepare for arrival."Romsey glanced out the window, anticipation bubbling within him as the sprawling city came into view.The plane touched down smoothly, and as the door opened, Romsey turned to Eleanor, his step-sister. "Ladies first, dear," he gestured for her to take the lead. She turned in with a calm and welcoming smile.Romsey and his entourage of guards stepped onto the tarmac, the air was filled with the scent of fuel and excitement as they were greeted by a flurry of activity."Welcome back, Mr. Romsey and Miss. Eleanor," the pilot said, stepping forward to shake their hands. "I hope you had a pleasant flight?""Thank you, Captain," Romsey replied, his voice tinged with excitement. "It's quite comfortable." Eleanor smiled warmly at the pilot. Their arrival was not without a s

Romsey turned in shock to his Dad "You can't tell me that I'll have to allow these ladies bathe a grown-ass man like me," Romsey took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on the ladies who were waiting for him to take the first step."Here, you're treated as royalty, and that's why we prepared these nymphs to take care of you," Mr. Spears replied with a smile that made the unchanged parts of his teeth show."No way, dad! Come on, I can handle that myself," he replied calmly.He moved towards his room, and the ladies followed him. The tall, dark-skinned one had a white towel in her hands; it sparkled as it dangled, showing it to be new."You'll all have to wait out here," Romsey turned with a sharp gaze to the women who were waiting to follow him into the room."It's our duty to ensure you're taken care of, young master.""Okay, tell me, is there any of you who is married here?" Romsey asked in a tone that scoffed a little."Of course, I am!" the dark lady winked. "And yo

As the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a golden hue upon the city, Chicago came alive with its usual bustle and energy. The streets, usually bustling with activity, were now teeming with life as workers hurried to their jobs and pedestrians filled the sidewalks. The air was filled with the sounds of honking cars, ringing bells, and the chatter of people going about their daily routines. It was a typical morning in the vibrant city, a symphony of movement and noise that signaled the start of another bustling day.Back in Baron Spears Mansion, his house was located in the mastery areas where no noise is heard aside from that of birds and barking dogs, of roaring tamed lions and sounds of powerful car engines.Romsey woke up to a calm knock on his door. He rolled on the bed, then opened his eyes with a soft blink before getting off the bed. He stretched, reaching for the doorknob, turned it gently, and his eyes beheld a beauty in disguise."Good morning, young master," a woman greet

Back in Spear's Mansion, silence filled the room as Seraphina walked in, her legs sweeping through the rugs that grace a part of the hallway."What was the riot about?" Mr. Spears turned to ask.Eleanor stood for minutes without saying a word. But then Mrs. Seraphina cut in. "Ask your son," she interrupted. Mr. Spears turned to her. "It's quite fine, dear. Let's allow it as it is.""But now that he has sent Brown out, who will finish up the decorations?" She snapped as she bit her fingers, her face swollen and tightened."I have taken care of that, Ma," Romsey replied politely, as he went up the stairs."Warn him not to take actions swiftly as it pleases him," Mrs. Seraphina snapped as she walked into the bedroom.The guards, who were already positioned for the event of the day, shared a puzzled look, their expression filled with confusion, but they didn't say a word until Baron Spears walked up the stairs."What could have prompted Brown to disrespect the young master?" a guard asked