With his eyes and mouth wide open, the old man, Grandpa Bruce was forced to ask, “Did you just say that the contract is signed?”Grandpa Bruce leaned forward as he adjusted his goggles. Every Teleimans relative had their neck craned like that of Giraffes as they struggled to catch a glimpse of the said contract.They couldn't believe it, that Ruth and her so-called husband, a nonentity, has succeeded in sealing a deal that has eluded them. It was difficult to believe and come to this reality. It was like having the moon shining on daytime.The document right before them was enough to clear their doubts except of course, Arthur Teleimans, who refused to come into terms with the truth that kept begging to be seen.He was the only one unwilling to accept the new development. Accepting it will make him a loser, a loser again, a fucking chronic loser. Didn't he bet that he would bow to Redmond? The most devastating of all was losing his only hope to turn around the plummeting state of hi

Jason giggled fervently like a maniac on the loose, “Who is this guy? Why do you want to lose so badly?” Jason sounded like it was show time.He was more than motivated to go ahead with Redmond's favourable bet. It was what he wanted so dearly, an opportunity to show how powerful he is, a chance to remind the world how much power and influence his family wields.In his mind, there was no way the Zinont Group would be choosing them over his family company, the New World Group. The thought of it can't be conceived let alone applied.It was clearly a lost battle even before it began for Redmond. The expression on Ruth's face was a testament to that. “Was he giving up already? Is this it? The end of everything that looked beautiful and eternal?” Barricades of thought raced through her mind as she stared skeptically at him.To Ruth, this was just an easy way out for Redmond, shooting himself so badly because of his lack of options. “Please, don't leave me with this monster.” She cried as s

“Grandpa, but…” “My decision is final, Ruth. You may not see it but this is for your own good.” Ruth’s once happy face immediately contorted into a fist of anger. She whined as she slumped to the sofa. “What is it, Ruth? Did Redmond hurt you?” Aunt Tana asked on entering the room, her face rubbed with confusion and shock. Behind her was Oliver, her only child. “No, Aunt Tana. Redmond can't do anything like that.” “What then will sour your mood this early when in reality you should be over the moon for being the person in charge of the collaboration with the Zinont Group?” Oliver asked with a light smile full of hope. Ruth's promotion has sent the family dreaming once again. It was clearly their way out of misery and mediocrity. “Oliver is right. Trivial things shouldn't get you all depressed my dear child. The light shines brightest on you. With this trajectory, it is certain you will be our heroine and will drag us out of…” “Arrrgh, that won't be happening anymore.” Ru