Richester washed his hands in the sink, breathing heavily.“That gave me a fright.” He mumbled to himself as he took off his nose mask.“That was a good one.” Stanley nodded, hitting his arm softly. “But - -” They stopped walking and faced each other. “What happened back there?” Stanley’s question came unexpectedly, and he cleared his throat nervously.“About that.” He batted his lashes as they started walking again. “She started showing signs of convulsion; luckily, I tended to it faster.” He smiled briefly; he knew the state he was in when the incident happened.He thought it was an unwarranted cardiac arrest, which would have made his treatment nothing but useless.“That’s great; at least some of the patients are now satisfied.” Stanley agreed while nodding as they strolled into the hallway.He knew that was the only way to gain the public's favor again, and doing these little treatments and surgeries could boost his popularity again.Just like Grandma Pia said, it was step by step
“I told you she completely lost everything.” Stella rolled her eyes disgustingly, placing her handbag on the table.“Are you sure? What if she is faking it?” Madam Harriet was still in doubt.She wasn’t ready to shoulder any responsibility if ever their secret leaked.“I doubt if she was. She couldn’t even remember Lorenzo or anyone.” Stella nodded with certainty.“So, why did Doctor Louis announce that she has regained her memory? Does he want to create a misunderstanding between the big boss and me?” Madam Harriet curled her lips, trying to figure out why Louis lied. He wouldn’t do that without a reason.“Well, I’m a witness now. We could explain everything to the big boss.” Stella took a glass of wine on the table and gulped.“There is no need for that, he already knows..” She sighed heavily, rubbing her forehead.They were still discussing intently when Damien strolled into the living room with Bianca. They exchanged pleasantries with unpleasant facial expressions.“Bianca.” Madam
He wasn’t used to it but Seven’s constant persistence led him to do it. Seven was naked, lying on the bed. It was creepy and ridiculous with his dick lying in between his thigh when Seven noticed that the sight wasn’t satisfying; he changed posture - with his ass lifted and facing Raymond.Raymond swallowed hard and zipped his trousers down. He grabbed Seven’s hard ass and tried to massage it but it didn’t work as he had imagined. Seven faced him and notice that his dick wasn’t awoken and it would need some push.Seven grabbed Raymond’s dick.“What are you doing?” Raymond reacted startled with his desperate eyes staring at Seven.“What does it look like?” Seven sneered with a bit of sarcasm in his voice as he took Raymond’s dick into his mouth.The warmth of Seven’s mouth sent sharp chills up Raymond’s spine that even if he wasn’t aroused, the fact that his “fellow” man was sucking him got him startled.“Wow.” To crown it all, he was enjoying it more than he had ever imagined.Seven e
Richester was baffled as he couldn’t get the full details of the conversation he heard but one thing was certain, “the Mandelas” was the prime suspect.He concentrated on organ transplant surgery in order not to cause any failure.The relatives, individuals, and press were patiently waiting outside, the press most especially covering the event and everything that was happening in Rich Hospital. The viewers were beginning to have a different opinion on how they saw Richester as they waited for him to be out of the OR.The surgery lasted for a couple of hours. Richester stepped out of the OR with a deep exhale, he had beads of sweat on his forehead as he washed his hands with sanitizer on the sink. He pulled out the nose mask and dumped them in the trash can.“Move him to a free hospital room.” He instructed the nurses that assisted them which they did without protest.He met Stanley in the hallway who shot him an impressed thumbs up. As soon as he stepped into the waiting area, everyon
“Right now, I’m certain that Madam Harriet has a hand in my case, Zoey’s case, and a few recorded deaths in Mandela Hospital.” He said brazenly, still pondering. He looked at his grandmother.“If so, we need to get more evidence and put them behind bars.” Grandma Pia said vividly, he agreed skeptically.“I feel they aren’t doing these alone. Someone is behind them and if we are arresting anyone, it should be the main culprit and not his lackeys.” Richester commented.“Then, how are we going to catch him?” She rubbed her forehead. “I know they would never expose him so fast, they would even bear all tortures to protect his identity.” She sighed heavily.“I don’t know - - I also don’t know how to draw them close because we are enemies as it stands.” He rubbed his chin, thinking rashly.“If so, I have someone you can work with.” Grandma Pia said with a serious voice and he faced her, looking at her anxiously.“Who could it be?” He mumbled.“Come in.” She flicked her hand in the air and S
“You didn’t do it with her, did you?” Bianca shouted at Damien immediately as he stepped into her bedroom.“Take it easy and calm your voice down. Someone might hear you.” He instructed her in a low tone but she didn’t care.“I don’t care anymore, should I?” She crossed her arms. “When will all these be over?” She sucked.“I don’t know yet. Stella is becoming suspicious.” He rubbed his forehead.“Does this mean you will keep fucking her until she is no longer suspicious or something?” She yelled at his face in annoyance.“I thought you understood before coming here!” He sprang from the bed. “If you are going to mess everything up, I won't hesitate to send you back.” He spat at her face in contempt.Bianca was taken aback as she had never seen such a sight of her husband before, he exhaled sharply.“Secondly, I didn’t fuck her. She is in her period!” He said conclusively and stormed out of the bedroom.Bianca fumbled on the bed in annoyance, she was getting irritated and tired already.
Damien rolled on the seat with a cold smile on his face, across from him was his bank manager.The man finally lifted his head from the document he was reading.“Mr. Damien, the account is open to receive funds.” The man assured him.“That’s great.” He nodded sharply. “And the savings, how much do I have there?” He raised a slight brow and the man’s eyes returned to the computer, his hands got busy on the keyboard.“$12.5 billion.” The man replied.“How come?” He startled a bit, trying not to look bothered. “What happened?” He questioned the manager seriously.“Madam Bianca transferred about $30 billion to her account.” He informed him and immediately Damien slapped his hand on the desk.“How dare she?!” He growled in anger. “Why? Why did you grant her access?” His brows furrowed as he stared at the banker devilishly.“S- she is your wife, sir.” He stuttered.“Wife?” Damien scoffed loudly. By this time, some of the bank personnel were already wondering what was happening between them.
“Can you not do this, this morning?” Stella groaned in annoyance as she came down the stairs.Damien followed her with his hand on Bianca’s ear while dragging her behind him.“I don’t mean to ruin your morning but she needs to leave,” Damien said seriously.“Leave?” Bianca scoffed, struggling away from his grip. “I’m not moving an inch out of this house,” Bianca said scornfully.“I don’t understand what’s going on here. Yesterday, you two were acting lovey-dovey and now, you are quarreling.” Stella curled her lips. “What kind of drama are you two acting?” Stella asked anxiously.“I want her out of this house! She stole my money frequently and I can’t continue to condone such an attitude. She needs to return!” He said abruptly.“This is my house and I’m never leaving.” Bianca seriously rambled with words and didn’t know when she spilled the wrong one.“Your house?” Stella rolled her eyes in disgust. “Now, I’m with him and you must leave. I’m done accepting your nuisance!” Stella spat a