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. They laughed hysterically, while Kendrick was still in awe, watching the lady, who stood just in front of him. But then something happened!!! ********** Kendrick drifted backward when he noticed that the lady held a dagger tightly in her hands, her eyes fixed on him. He stared at her thinking of the next exit for a rescue flee, his heart pounding as she drew closer. "Why on earth would my father send an unknown lady to pick me up?" "Why would she be approaching me with a dagger as sharp as that?" His heart sank immediately he recalled that his older brother Kelly was maimed on the same day he completed his test. "Not a step closer..!!" Kendrick stammered and wailed as though trying to confront her. His voice trembled as he leaned against the wall. "Take it easy on yourself young master." The lady replied softly, her face radiated with a smile, her teeth reflecting in the evening light. ..."Your dad informed us to be heavily armed to ensure you're returned safely." She bent her knees and bowed her head slowly as she halted. "You? who are you? What's your relationship with my dad?" He queried suspiciously. "I totally apologize young master, it is a long story, I would bet you talk to your dad to verify my identity." She pleaded, her eyes blinking as she spoke, she dropped the dagger on the floor, raising her hands in the air. An officer walked close to them and picked the dagger, pocketing it in its shield. "Can I see your ID to verify your identity, please? Kendrick commanded, his voice sounding firmer now. He stood, and couldn't recall a time he had been treated with such reverence, not even when a lady as attractive as the one in front of him had bent in courtesy. After his older brother's demise, he was never allowed to interact with anyone, not until it was his turn to step out of his comfort zone. And Louis, the lady he had gotten married to treated him with disdain due to family pressure. Kendrick nodded gently as the Roger's family watched the interplay of events in awe. "Maybe, he is to be arrested, who knows what he must have done" Louis whispered gently to Alexander. "That's true, this can't be ordinary, perhaps he did something wrong, no one needs to tell me that all these convoys came to pick a peasant like him." She added. "Let's get outta here, they can take him to hell if they want to, after all, who the hell cares?" Louis' mother said as she turned into the house. Kendrick, still harboured doubts, scrutinising the lady's appearance with a sharp gaze. "Let me talk to my Dad, I feel it's necessary to do that, please. He spoke as he took out his phone to dial his father's number. Everything seemed to happen so suddenly, leaving Kendrick overwhelmed. He had finally given up on the Roger's family and then his father informed him that he had passed some sort of test. Had they been waiting for him to go through all of what he had faced in the hands of Katherine Rogers before contacting him? They didn't even know what had happened to him there. With a swift motion, the lady retrieved her identification from her porsche bag and offered it to Kendrick. The ID bore the name "IVY KNIVER" in bold letters, and prominently displayed the Peterson Consortium logo. "Here you go, young master, your Dad has been waiting for you desperately with the thoughts of you consuming him daily, he misses you greatly." Kendrick read the name "IVY KNIVER" on the ID, his eyes fixed on the lady, she winked again. "Yes young master, it's pronounced "IVY DOOSH" the lady clarified. After a moment of reflection and identification, his phone rang, his ringtone blaring in his pocket, he dipped his hands in his pocket and brought it out, the caller ID showed his father's number. He picked the phone and cleared his throat; "My son, all I ever need is to see you and I can't wait to tell you all I've always wanted you to know." "What's the matter, Dad? I hope all is well?" His mind raced as he replied. " It's about your mother!!" His father said. Kendrick's heart shattered into many pieces as he dropped the phone, his eyes fixed on Ivy. "You know what? Take me to my fortress, immediately!" He declared, his voice tinged with confidence. "As it pleases the young master." The lady responded, bowing slowly again. ********* A huge man emerged from the Ferrari, he was the guard and personal driver to his father, he saluted Kendrick as he entered the car. Kendrick bent slowly into the car, his heart pondering on several things. "What has happened to his mother? What should be the main reason for the urgent pickup?" The sirens blared in the air as the convoy turned into the road, leaving the Roger's family in awestruck expression. "What on earth is happening? I can't wrap my head around it…" Louis exclaimed as she rushed to Katherine Rogers, her heart pounding in her chest.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
Kendrick needed not to inform the police about the incident that happened, his device was taken and it had an inbuilt tracker in that, when it beeps, a notification gets to his father's guards immediately he gets in trouble, so he was certain that they must have been notified before now. "Thanks for your show of kindness, Florence." He replied gently, a sense of relief showed on his face as he struggled to give a grin."Really? Oh… it's obvious you need no assistance" Mrs. Florence sighed and tucked her notes back in her pause and drove Into the compound.Kendrick walked in slowly, a guard in black suit sneered as he staggered in. He could recognize Kendrick properly, but as he was told… Some rich dudes picked him up some nights ago… so he expected to see him look like a hired maid to some rich folks, but here he was looking stained and exhausted. Peace Churchill and Katherine Rogers sat outside the balcony of the compound, they knew Kendrick was going to show up, but to their gr