“You are fully healed.” Maxwell smiled at the patient in front of him.The patient, who was initially diagnosed with brain cancer couldn't contain his joy. His face brightened in ecstasy.“I can't believe this.” The patient exclaimed. He had once doubted if he would live long as orthodox doctors told him he had just a few months to live.“I told you that you will be fine.” Maxwell giggled.Maxwell was a young man in his late twenties. He had lived in the orphanage home since the beginning of his life, with no clue as to who his parents or relatives were. He was exceptionally gifted in medicine and could cure virtually all diseases using ancient and traditional medicine.He took out a piece of paper and scribbled some words on it.“Follow these prescriptions, and you will have nothing to worry about.” He said to the man before walking out of the room.He still had five more patients to attend to before the day ran out. He doesn't have a hospital of his own, rather, he cures the patient

An infuriated, and betrayed Maxwell stormed into his room to grab some of his clothes and documents. Those were the only things he needed; he had already vowed to build everything back from scratch.“That was a great one, Amelia.” Patrick commended Amelia as soon as Maxwell left the living room.“I know, right? He was too stupid to believe me in me. He has himself to blame.” Amelia replied, and they both burst out laughing.“A minute please,” Patrick muttered and dashed out of the living room.He headed towards Maxwell's car and dropped a black leather bag into the car's airbag. He took a picture of the item and proceeded to call someone.“It's an old black Toyota, with plate number 365. Be alert.” He said over the phone, while the person on the other side replied with “Alright Master,”Patrick wore a mischievous smirk as he slid the phone back into his pocket.“You shouldn't have messed with me.” He muttered to himself, his heart full of happiness as he walked back to the living room

“Are you kidding me?” Maxwell asked in surprise, while Robert still struggled to catch his breath.“No, I am not. How come you didn't tell me that you are from a wealthy family?” Robert asked, leaving Maxwell in a dazed state.“Wealthy family? What's happening?” Maxwell screamed. He could feel himself going crazy any time soon.“Someone paid for your bail, you are free now,” Robert answered Maxwell's question, but it only stirred up more questions in Maxwell's mind.“Who was that person? And why would he pay for my bail? What exactly is going on?” Maxwell thought within himself. There was no use asking Robert; he seemed exactly as confused as he was.After about three minutes, Maxwell had calmed down and was led outside by Robert.He was shocked to see three luxurious helicopters standing beautifully in the compound of the police station. He was sure each copter would be worth nothing less than a billion dollars. His mouth opened wide when the sergeant bowed before him and called him

Mr. Jude couldn't help the joy that rushed down his spine; alas, he had finally fulfilled Mr. Smith's dying wish.“Thank you, Maxwell.” He said warmly. He grabbed a pen from the stationary cup and passed it to him.Without wasting much time, he signed the papers, making him the latest multi-billionaire in town.Suddenly, Mr Jude sprang up from his seat, went on his knees, and bowed slightly before Maxwell.“Greetings, my Lord.” He muttered, racing up his two hands as a means of honor and reverence. Maxwell was dumbfounded, he rushed to his feet and helped Mr Jude up.“No, please. You are like a father to me; you already fill that empty spot in my life; you shouldn't bow before me.” Maxwell said as he pulled Mr Jude up gently.“But still, you are my master.” Mr Jude insisted while Maxwell sighed.“Father, don't do that please,” Maxwell muttered, his voice full of love and emotions that Mr Jude's heart skipped a beat. Ever since his whole family was involved in a brutal accident, with

He turned off the car's engine and alighted the car. He raised his head to check out the name of the shopping mall.“ShopGood.” He muttered to himself. Beside the name were initials, which made Maxwell know that he owned the shopping mall.Mr. Jude had told him about a hathe ck of the identity of their various assets all over the world.An initials of “S.D” was always added beneath the name of the asset, which stood for SkyDrive.Maxwell sighed; he walked into the mall but was met by some uproar. A young girl of almost his age stood by the counter, with a pot-bellied man raining insults on her. The girl was no doubt the center of attraction, and Maxwell wondered why the man could be so harsh to rain insults on such a girl.As he approached the inside of the mall, he began to understand what was going on.“Where could you have seen such an amount of money? You are just a pauper living by the streets, I am sure you stole this money from someone.” The pot-bellied man shouted, and everyon