Andrew burst out of the party, his heart pounding with expectation as if the night itself held its breath in anticipation. The cool evening air enveloped him like a shroud, heightening his senses as he hastened towards the roadside. There, he spotted Patrick, pacing beside the car seeming very agitated. "Patrick, what's wrong?" Andrew asked, sounding very concerned. The Patrick he knew never seemed scared and agitated for any reason. He always had stuff under control. Andrew’s eyes never left that of Patrick as quickened his pace to reach his driver's side. Patrick's expression turned grave, his eyes darting around the deserted street before focusing on Andrew. "We can't talk here, young master," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of the party. Andrew's curiosity was piqued, his mind racing with possibilities. "What's going on? Tell me!" he demanded, his eyes locked on Patrick's tense face. Patrick's gaze swept the surrounding area once more, his moveme

Andrew's eyes widened in astonishment as the entourage of stylists descended upon the room, their arms laden with racks of luxurious attire. He stood frozen, his mind struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of the transformation that lay before him. Mr. Patrick's words echoed in his mind - a week-long absence, a plethora of meetings and appearances, a new persona to embody. As the stylists busied themselves unpacking the garments, Andrew's thoughts drifted to Lisa, his wife. He wondered if she was frantically trying to reach him, her mind racing with worry since he had switched off his phone to avoid detection. A pang of guilt shot through his chest, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the journey ahead. Andrew's introspection was interrupted by Patrick's gentle clearing of his throat. "Shall we begin, Andrew?" he asked, his voice low and encouraging. Andrew nodded, a sense of resolve settling within him. He was ready to shed his old skin, to emerge from the chrysalis of his f

As they entered the conference room, everyone's eyes turned to Patrick, and they bowed slightly in greeting. But it was clear they didn't know who he was. Patrick didn't seem to mind, his confident stride and kind smile commanding attention."Good morning, everyone," Patrick said, his voice clear and strong. "I've called this urgent meeting to discuss the future of Genius Group. I ask those present to take their seats, and our media team to arrange a Zoom call for those unable to join us here today."The room buzzed with whispers and curious glances. Who was this man, and why was he speaking with such authority?Just then, Andrew stepped forward, a determined look on his face. "Before we begin," he said, his voice ringing out across the room, "I have an important announcement to make. This is Patrick, the new owner and heir of Genius Group."Gasps and murmurs erupted around the room. The board of directors, seated at the far end, stared in shock, their faces pale."But...but this can'

Andrew turned to face the intruder, wondering what nonsense was going on. "Who are you?" he demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.The man smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down Andrew's spine. "I am Alec Blac," he said, throwing a deadly stare at Andrew.What!? Andrew spat in shock. His eyes widened further, his mind racing with the implications of what standing face to face with Alec could be. Alec Blac? The notorious Mafia boss that Patrick had warned him about? What was he doing here? Andrew knew that Alec had come here, then someone had informed him which meant that there was more war to fight than he thought. He stared at Alec and found himself getting rid of any iota of fear in him. If he needed to get this, he needed to throw fear into the gutters. Alec's eyes seemed to bore into Andrew's soul, as if daring him to challenge him. Andrew felt a like a heavy weight was placed on his shoulders and he knew he had to muster up the courage to face this man."

Alec's fingers flew across the phone's keypad as he dialed Reginald's number. He waited impatiently for the other man to answer, his mind racing with anticipation. As soon as he answered, Alex’s voice growled through the phone."Reginald," Alec said, his voice firm and authoritative. "Meet me at our usual spot. Don't keep me waiting."He hung up the phone without waiting for a response, his eyes already scanning the room as he planned his next move.As he paced back and forth in his apartment, Alec's thoughts turned to Andrew and the Genius Group of Companies. He couldn't let Andrew win, couldn't let him take control of the company that was rightfully his. Offcourse it was his, directly or indirectly—or so he thought."Andrew's father must pay for what he did to my father," Alec muttered to himself, his voice filled with anger. "And the only way to do that is to render his son useless."Alec's eyes narrowed, his thoughts consumed by a deep-seated anger. He couldn't forgive Andrew's fa