The courtroom was charged with an air of anticipation as the charges against Adonis were read out once more. The prosecuting attorneys were then given the floor to question Adonis, and they wasted no time. "Prince Adonis," the lead prosecutor began, her voice sharp and probing, "is it true that you harbored intentions of revenge against those who mistreated you before you learned of your royal lineage?" Adonis, composed yet tense, met her gaze. "Yes, that is very true," he replied firmly. Adonis's defense attorney, realizing the potentially detrimental path this line of questioning could lead to, swiftly interjected, "Your Honor, I must object. This line of questioning is very much irrelevant to the current case and should not even be asked." The judge, a stern figure at the bench, raised an eyebrow. " There is nothing wrong with the question so I will allow it. Continue," she directed, giving the prosecution the green light to proceed. The defense attorney, now somewhat defeated,
In the hushed courtroom after Harriet’s testimony, Adonis's lawyer rose to his feet, a sense of urgency in his eyes. "Your Honor," he requested, "I also have a piece of evidence that I believe will definitely shed new light on this case." The judge, intrigued, granted the request with a nod. "Very well, proceed." With a few clicks of his laptop, the lawyer played the video that had been recorded during the unfaithful servant's confession. The courtroom fell into a tense silence as the footage illuminated the large screen. The unfaithful servant's voice filled the room as he recounted his role in the conspiracy. The audience listened attentively, the weight of his words sinking in. As the video played on, the persecution lawyer's face contorted with disbelief. He attempted to object, but the judge silenced him, allowing the video to play to its conclusion. The courtroom buzzed with disbelief as the unfaithful servant's confession hung heavy in the air. The revelation that an elder,
The judge finally spoke and she said, "The case will be adjourned until further notice, pending the apprehension of Oliver then." Her words hung heavily in the courtroom, and Adonis felt a sinking feeling in his chest. He had hoped for closure and justice, but now it seemed elusive.Adonis stepped out of the courtroom, his disappointment evident on his face. He couldn't hide his frustration about the unexpected turn of events.Turning to the commissioner, Adonis demanded an explanation for Oliver's escape. The commissioner reiterated the same story, but Adonis wasn't satisfied. He needed reassurance that Oliver would be apprehended soon.With a stern gaze, Adonis told the commissioner, "You have until the end of this week to find Oliver. I won't tolerate any more delays, weakness and excuses, how on earth could you have lost a man that I managed to get myself for you even though it is very much your job to find him, I find him finish, hand him over to you and he still manages to escap
Adonis awoke to a message from one of his guards, conveying the elders' urgent request for a meeting. With his mind preoccupied by the ongoing crisis involving Oliver, he hurriedly made his way to the tribunal hall, expecting to discuss matters related to the kingdom's predicament. However, as he entered the hall, the elders had a surprising revelation awaiting him. Their expressions bore a mixture of concern and anticipation, hinting at the gravity of the news they were about to deliver. Adonis, feeling a sense of intrigue tinged with apprehension, took his place among the council of elders. He couldn't help but wonder what had led them to summon him with such urgency and what unexpected developments might be at play. As soon as he sat, the eldest elder among them, cleared his throat to address the prince. "Your Highness," he began, "we understand the pressing matters that have consumed your attention lately, but we felt it necessary to inform you of an unexpected turn of events."
Adonis could feel the heavy silence weighing on the gathering, like a storm cloud ready to burst.He knew he had to say something, anything, to divert the president's attention and quell the mounting suspicion.So, with a convincing smile, he leaned slightly forward."Ah, Oliver," Adonis began, choosing his words carefully, "he's a bit out of town right now, attending to some pressing 'prince business,' you know how duty calls."The president chuckled, a warm smile gracing his face."That's Oliver, always on the move, ever dedicated," he remarked, nodding appreciatively.The collective tension in the room eased a little at the president's understanding response.Plates of delicious food continued to make their way around the table, and the festivities gradually resumed.Conversations shifted to lighter topics, and the burden of Oliver's absence seemed to momentarily fade away.Yet, beneath the veneer of celebration, the weight of secrets remained, casting a subtle pall over the gather
Adonis had made his way to the bustling kitchen, where he intended to give the cooks instructions about the dinner preparations. As he started discussing the menu, to his great annoyance, the president's daughter, Flora walked in once again, her demeanor exuding confidence and entitlement.She glanced around the kitchen, her eyes resting on the pots and pans bubbling with the meal that had been meticulously prepared according to Adonis's orders. To everyone's shock and disbelief, she calmly instructed the cooks to throw away all the food they had been preparing for dinner.The kitchen staff exchanged perplexed glances. They found themselves caught between the wishes of their prince and the daughter of the country's president. It was an impossible situation. Adonis clenched his fists, irritation and frustration building inside him. This was not how he wanted to spend his time, dealing with the whims of an entitled guest.The head cook finally mustered the courage to speak, her voice qu
The morning sun painted the room with a warm glow as the president prepared for his journey to visit the ailing King Archie. He had expressed his intention to stay longer, but the urgency of his friend's illness compelled him to make the trip as he had to see him no matter what.Meanwhile, Adonis, determined to accompany the president's entourage to the airport, rose early and ventured into his bathroom to begin his morning routine. Unbeknownst to Adonis, the president's daughter seized the opportunity to sneak into his room. Her motives were far from noble; she looked for something incriminating to implicate Adonis.Her eyes darted around the room, scanning for anything she could use to teach him a lesson for turning her down in such way and for speaking to her so rudely before the maids. With each passing moment, her anxiety grew as Adonis neared the end of his shower. Time was running out, and desperation gripped her.Finally, her gaze landed on Adonis's cell phone, perched innocen
Tension filled the room as everyone awaited the president's response. His daughter wore a mischievous grin, savoring the unfolding drama. However, to the surprise of many, the president let out a deep sigh and cleared his throat before addressing Adonis. "Having assimilated all of this that you said Oliver had done, what plans," he inquired, "do you have for finding your stepbrother now? How do you plan to get him to pay for all that you have accused him of?"Adonis felt a surge of elation upon witnessing the president's response. He leaned forward, his voice earnest, as he began to explain his efforts. "Mr. President, I've already gotten the police to investigate the case," he began. "They managed to locate Oliver once, but he mysteriously escaped. Even I myself caught him as well but he yet again escaped right under the scrutiny of the commissioner of police himself, and even though I am very disappointed at my efforts getting washed away, I have no choice but to give them another c