Kendrick, struck with silence for some minutes, he still couldn't believe that it was his father's voice he heard over the phone.
He wondered what could make a strict man like Peterson Davis, to visit Texas in search of him after three years plus. He smiled gently and muttered to himself. "Could this be a joke or am I fooled?" He cleared his throat and muttered a reply, "I'm in the outskirts of Congress Avenue, Austin Texas" He stammered as he spoke, his voice tinged with unbelief as he jolted back into the Rogers mansion. The look on his face seemed different, now his heart wasn't heaving any longer, his eyes scanned the area for Mrs. Katherine Rogers who was by now exchanging pleasantries with the members of her family, and dignitaries as they were preparing to depart. "Possibly the party has come to a close, would she still talk to me the way she did earlier?" He whispered to himself as he walked towards her. Louis stood behind Alexander, who was patting her hair gently as he kissed her forehead. Kendrick stared at them for two minutes then shrugged his shoulders as if waving off the feeling of care and concern. "Hello, Grandmother-in-law," He spoke softly. "Are you coming to ask for the payment now? Why can't you just flee from my sight and wait till the visitors are all gone?" Katherine Rogers scowled as she turned to him, her voice loud and firm making the rest turn their eyes towards him. " I… I didn't come to ask for that… Ma" He replied. "Then what else? Why not go and arrange the hall and join the other maids to pack those plates, instead of standing there being idle and useless!" She screamed in a commanding manner, her tone laced with disdain as she sighed. Kendrick stood for another minute without saying a word, then he looked down as though counting his words. " I… want to…" He didn't finish his words when Alexander interrupted. "Man, I seem to understand you, come have this for yourself, that should fetch you something important" He laughed as he dipped his hands into his pocket, throwing some wards of a hundred dollars at Kendrick. "That's even too much for a peasant like him, I hope you picked the useless ring you offered me?" Another voice added, it was Louis. "Pick them up, go get what you wanted to buy earlier on, I'm glad he has saved your ass right now, because I wouldn't pay you a dime." Katherine Rogers added as they all laughed in unison. "I didn't come to ask for your money, I only came to appreciate you for all you've done to me since I stepped my feet into this house…" Kendrick voiced out instantly, his tone calm but loud. He turned towards the gate, A huge shiny see-through steel gate that seemed like a captives nest, and sat on a chair close to the gate house. His mind raced in anticipation as he leaned his head on the wall. "I bet that's where he will sleep tonight, because I'll ensure he doesn't eat anything or sleep in this house tonight, since he won't go and clean up the hall…" Katherine Rogers scowled, her voice commanding and authoritative. But Kendrick remained calm, he didn't turn, not even to move like he always did before now. The world was almost in his hands, he maintained his posture without muttering a word. After twenty minutes had elapsed from the time he picked his father's call, he felt dizzy, stressed out from the chores he had done earlier today. He leaned against the wall of the gatehouse, his eyelids closed a bit. **************** Suddenly, something happened, it happened so suddenly that Kendrick woke up, gasping and scanning the area for immediate danger. Was he dreaming or was it a reality of those dreams? No… It was the awakening sound of exotic cars, their V12 engines announcing the arrival of the most powerful and influential business tycoon in America and Asia. The first sign of the grand arrival was a long haul of police escorts, their sirens blaring in the air, the lights flashing and illuminating the area, the reflection shone in the Roger's reflective gate, a radiation of red and blue, filled the air with authoritative precision. The convoy, an impressive parade of classic sport cars followed closely behind, their sleek polished body reflecting in the evening light, at the centre, a striking black Rolls Royce Phantom, its presence commanding attention. The Rogers family may have been wealthy, but Kendrick had never laid his eyes on the level of luxury that escorted a single individual like the one displayed before him. The convoy moved to a halt, the vehicles tinted windows hiding the presence of the VIP, flanking the phantom were an array of two other luxury cars, the Ferrari 250 GTO, and a Lamborghini Aventador, each representing a fortune on wheels. "What's that idiot doing at that gate, that he can't rush and open the gate, that should be an important visitor coming to pay courtesy to me" Katherine Rogers exclaimed from the veranda of the second floor. The gateman rushed out, rolling the gate to allow the cars to drive in. "What a useless human he is, must he keep them waiting, what is he sitting there for? She added, curses flared in the air like strayed bullets but Kendrick remained calm, his eyes stuck at the presence before him. "Grandmother, that should be an important visitor, coming for the party, but it's sad that the party is already over, what are you gonna do about it?" Another voice questioned, and it was Peace, Louis' mother, as she rushed out to see who the dignitary is. "Why not kick that useless son of a bitch outta that place so he doesn't disgrace the Rogers family, no one is expected to be seen sitting in that manner" Peace Churchill added. The contempt in her tiny voice filled the air. Soon, the door of the Rolls Royce swung open, the air thickened with anticipation, as the members of the Rogers family stood in awe, the murmuring grew louder, a wave of excitement showed on Katherine Rogers face as she walked closer to the scene, each step carrying the weight of anticipation that lingered in her mind. But then, something happened again. "Halt..!..!" A police officer yelled. Katherine Rogers' heart raced and her eyes widened in surprise. "What could be the meaning of this?" She whispered to herself.Various thoughts ran through Kendrick's mind. Confusion clouded his face, as a beautiful and curvy young lady stepped out of the car, her steps majestic as she walked towards Kendrick. "Why would Dad send a lady instead?" He whispered to himself. Her dress, a flowing crimson silk with darted beads of diamonds sparkling all over it, her curvaceous body highlighting her hourglass figure. Kendrick stared at her with a mixture of shock and surprise, of course, Louis was indeed beautiful but none was as beautiful as the young lady who marched towards him. For the Roger's family, they stared in awe and confusion. The air thickened as Louis moved a step from Alexander's shaking her head and biting her fingers. "This should be a mistake, probably he has fixed up with another wealthy family, what do you think?" "Exactly my point Louis, this was almost the same thing that happened when grandfather picked him from the street" Maverick replied as they all busted into laughter.
The next morning's sun cast its golden rays upon the scene, illuminating the manicured lawns and gardens, which shimmered like an emerald canvas. The soft, dewy grass sparkled with tiny droplets of moisture, creating a dazzling display of natural beauty. As Kendrick woke from his sleep, the sweet melodic chirping of birds filled the air, their gentle trills and warbles echoing through the tranquil atmosphere. The trees, adorned with lush foliage, stood sentinel, their branches swaying gently in the morning breeze, providing a soothing background hum. The Peterson's mansion's imposing entrance, flanked by two majestic pillars, beckoned a start of a new day for him. The sound of birds nesting in the trees outside the compound created a tune of natural sounds, a chorus of welcome that harmonised with the gentle morning light. Kendrick Peterson had finally arrived at his family's ancestral home, a place he never knew of. He awoke to a knock on the door. "Good morning young master,
His father's voice dropped to a whisper, his face twisted in anguish. "It's about your brother, Kelly...., Maradona...he was responsible for his death." Kendrick's eyes nearly popped out of his head, his jaw slackening in disbelief. "What? No...that can't be!" His father's face crumpled, his body shaking. "I'm so sorry, Kendrick. I should have protected him. I should have done everything to keep him safe, but Grandfather never allowed me." " How Dad, I don't get the whole thing... You mean, Kelly was killed by uncle Maradona?" Kendrick replied coldly, his lips parted. The air was heavy with tension, the weight of the words pressing down on him. Kendrick's mind reeled, trying to process the bombshells his father had just dropped. He felt like his whole world had been turned upside down. As his father's motions subsided, Kendrick's anger ignited. "That uncle of mine...I'll make him pay for what he's done!" His father's face, still etched with pain, held a warning. "Kendr
Alexander chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, Kendrick. You think you can just waltz in here and demand special treatment? You're just a maid, after all. What makes you think you deserve VIP care?" The air seemed to crackle with tension, the silence between them heavy with unspoken animosity. Kendrick's face twisted in rage, his fists clenched at his sides. "This is unprofessional, Alexander." Kendrick gasped, his heart heaving hard. Dr. Alexander raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. Oh, I don't think so, Kendrick. You see, Mrs. Fiona's treatment requires a hefty sum of 70,000,000 dollars. And I highly doubt a mere maid like you can afford that." Kendrick's eyes flashed with anger, but he remained calm, his mind racing. He reached for his bank debit card and handed it to the hospital cashier. "Use this to pay for my mother's treatment." "Okay sir" a young man in his early 30's replied. Kendrick's eyes widened w
Just as Kendrick was about to demand answers, the hospital's alarm system blared to life, and a voice echoed over the intercom. "Code blue, code blue. We have a patient in critical condition. Dr. Thompson, please report to the ICU immediately." Dr. Thompson's expression turned grave. "That's your mother's room," she said to Kendrick. "Come, we have to go. Now." *********** Dr. Thompson burst into the ICU, Kendrick close behind. The room was a flurry of activity, nurses and doctors swarming around his mother's bed. The machines beeped and whirred, monitoring her fragile vital signs. "What's the situation?" Dr. Thompson demanded, her eyes scanning the team. "Patient's oxygen saturation is dropping, Doctor," a nurse replied, her face tense. "We're trying to intubate, but it's not working." Dr. Thompson swiftly assessed the situation, her expression grim. "We need to perform an emergency thoracotomy. Get the surgical team ready, stat!" Kendrick's heart raced as he watched the
Unknown to Jackson Ryder, the powerful Commissioner of Health, Kendrick was the sole surviving son of Mr. Peterson, a business magnate with a reputation for ruthless determination. Peterson's enemies, the Maradona's and others, had been relentless in their pursuit of his family's downfall. To protect his son, Peterson had sent Kendrick to Austin, Texas, a place he believed was safe from prying eyes. But there was one man who knew the truth - old Roger, who had taken Kendrick under his roof, until his untimely demise. Meanwhile, a curvaceous lady, Stelcy, walked into the hospital, her eyes scanning the area with a quiet intensity. She approached the receptionist, her voice firm but polite, with a hint of authority. "I'm here to see my mother, Mrs. Fiona Peterson." The receptionist, aware of the storm brewing, replied swiftly. "Let me check, ma'am." As Stelcy waited, Alexander, trailed by her beauty and poise, approached her. "Hi, I'm Dr. Alexander. Can I help you?" H
How on earth did Stelcy become so friendly and loyal? Kendrick thought to himself as he pondered within him. His mind buried on a thought from several years, Mr. Sparrow, her father had been enemies with the Peterson's family. A sense of foreboding washed over him. "Where are we heading, sir? The driver askedBut then Kendrick's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking into Brown as if awakened from a trance. He blinked twice, his mind struggling to reconcile the harsh reality with the haze of his thoughts."W-what?" he stuttered, his voice sounding low. "I asked where we're heading from here." Brown replied. "Okay, you'll take me home right away, so I could change up Immediately." 30 minutes later, they arrived at the Peterson's mansion and Kendrick rushed out, his steps carrying the weight of the urgency. "You're welcome sir." A guard greeted him. "Yeah, thanks. Kendrick replied, then paused … Tell Brown I'll be out again in a moment" he added as he walked into the house. "Ye
Kendrick's heart raced as he pushed open the car door, his mind sinking slowly with fear. Brown's whispered words resonated in his shattered mind as he shoved the door harder, his teeth clenched and finally it creaked open.He stumbled out, his eyes scanned the area, his views seemed blurry as his head kept spinning within him. The only sound around was the loud ham of two approaching vehicles in a close range. Alexander the son of the Brutal commissioner for health, provoked by the chief medical officer's decision at the hospital had hired the assassins to ensure that Kendrick was done with. He had provided all information knowing that Kendrick would be passing downtown to get his divorce papers, awaiting the final court decision.Immediately, the cars arrived and the hefty men jumped out; "Search through the whole dang car and him out let's get the heck outta here!" The leader of the gang commanded, gesturing at the car. "He ain't here, boss. Just a wounded driver, I think he's