On the day of George Lawrence’s burial, Adrian’s grandfather, so many people attended and mourned him, but the one who felt the greatest pain was Adrian.Apart from the fact that he was about to be willed one of the greatest possessions in the world, he lost the only family he had. The family who proved to him that blood was thicker than water, and love reigned very much between them.Adrian was quiet while everyone wailed, but a lot was going through his mind. He only knelt and stared at his grandfather’s smiling photo.“Why did you leave, so suddenly? Why didn’t you spend more time with me? Were you that in a hurry to go to a world where peace reigns, and leave me here in a world, filled with evil?” Adrian thought to himself as tears welled up in his eyes, but unwilling to fall.Days before the burial, he didn’t come out of the house, and only kept to himself. Neither Sophie nor Lucas could get to him, and day by day, they hoped he was fine, as they communicated through the maid in

Adrian looked at both his front, and back again. He knew what they planned to do with him, without even having to ask. What he didn’t know, was who sent them, and why they were after him, as they didn’t look like the usual robbers who only came at people, when they are alone, and harmless/Besides, he didn’t have anything that robbers could take away from him.“Who are you, guys? Who sent you to me!” He confronted them, with a squeezed face.At least, even though he was surrounded by dangerous people, he didn’t want to give off the fact that there was no way he could beat them all, at once.“That should be obvious to you, by now.” One of the men spoke.“Steve Wilson?” Adrian voiced out, but not totally certain.“Bingo.” Before he could say a word, they dashed towards him and began to beat him with the batons, kicking him in the stomach, and even pulling his hair, like they were going to yank it out.“Let me go!” Adrian yelled, trying to fight back, but these men, were twice his size,

Adrian shook his head and decided to take his mind off it.“A lot has happened recently, so it shouldn’t be a surprise when I see weird things. But it ought not to come back.” He said to himself as he continued walking, aimlessly.Thanks to hours that had passed by, the sun’s brightness was no longer having a disturbing effect on him.“Well, well, well, what do we have here? The male version of Cinderella, or what do I call you?” Regina spoke as he spotted him.Adrian stiffened his face, and rolled his eyes, unwilling to feel ashamed. Her skin was glowing, and the bag she carried, along with the makeup she wore, made her look really outstanding.“Why are you here? And what makes you call me that?” Adrian questioned, wondering if she knew something.“There was no way she could know. I kept it from her that I am George Lawrence’s grandson.” He thought to himself as he looked away from her.“Tch! You think anything can be hidden from the sun. No wonder you were acting so high on your hors

Adrian followed Steve Wilson’s men into the car, and when he got into the car, he was made to sit in the back seat, while the other man sat with him.“If you want to have your seat at the front, you can do that, actually. There’s no way I’m running from here.” Adrian spoke, looking out of the window.But he got no response from the man.“Hmm.” Adrian sighed, feeling the burden of starting from scratch. It wasn’t an easy thing, and he was barely surviving. He also couldn’t rely on the system, and that was because the system would only pop up when it wanted to.Soon, the car halted, and Adrian stared at the house, he was once living in, with his grandfather. “So, he got this too, then.” He spoke, directing his rhetorical question to the man beside him.Adrian got down from the car, and walked into the house, with his hands in his pockets. On getting to the living room, he saw Steve Wilson, sitting on the sofa, waiting for him.“Oh! You’re here!” He voiced out, with a smile, revealing

“Adrian?” Damien voiced out, looking surprised, but somehow, that surprised look held a hint of sneer.“Yeah, it’s me.” Adrian smiled, overlooking that.When some of his classmates bullied Adrian for being so poor, Damien would always tell them that Adrian could turn out to be wealthy, someday. And even when the other kids laughed, Adrian had always taken that word as a ray of hope.“Wow. It’s been a long time since I saw you. The last time I saw you, you were still looking for a job.” Damien reminded him, and Adrian laughed a little.“Yes, that’s right. So, you work here?” Adrian asked, happy that Damien found a good job, and was certainly living a good life.“Yeah, I do. What about you? You came here for a job or what?” Damien asked, out of heightened curiosity.“No. The receptionist called you minutes ago, to inform you of a client who is here to acquire a building. I’m the client.” Adrian gladly told him.He was happy to let him know that, just so he could refer to those times whe