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
In the dimly lit warehouse, the atmosphere was thick with tension as Oliver, Lord Bassey, and Oliver's uncle huddled around a table. A few other shadowy figures loitered nearby, their faces obscured by the shadows.Oliver's voice carried a hint of sorrow as he spoke of Harriet, the lost love that still haunted him. "I regret what happened between Harriet and I, I still can not believe that she would betray me like that, even when I was trying to help her poor and stupid ass, after all that I did for her that that wretched Adonis could not, I took her into my own home and I was already even thinking and planning on getting married to her, she was supposed to be my queen and then she goes around to stab me in the back like this? Bitch," he admitted with a heavy sigh.Both his father, Lord Bassey, and his uncle, however, were not in a mood for sentimentality. "You must forget about her," Lord Bassey urged sternly. "She's the reason you found yourself behind bars. A prince like you turned
In the dimly lit chamber of the palace, Adonis and Jesse huddled together, their minds focused on the elusive Oliver. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air.Jesse, ever the strategic thinker, broke the silence. "Your highness, do you think Oliver might have left the city? I mean, we've scoured this place thoroughly, and there's been no sign of him."Adonis furrowed his brows, deep in thought. "You might be right," he finally conceded. "It's possible he's fled elsewhere."He recounted the president's promise to enlist other security authorities to search different cities across the country. "But," he continued, "we can't just rely on them. We need our own search team, too."Jesse nodded in agreement. "So, where do you think Oliver might go?"Adonis sighed, grappling with this question. "That's the tricky part. We need to think like him. Where would he consider safe? Where would he lay low?"Their eyes met, determination etched on their faces, as they prepared to unravel the