Brad watched Ann dash off before he turned to the members. “Let's go in,” he muttered, walked past the members, and entered the suite.The members followed behind swiftly.“I'm so sorry for your father,” Lawrence started suddenly. He has a soft expression on his face. “Well, Andrei's death is a loss to every member of P-Bold.”Every member nodded in agreement.“But we know that you will be more pained because he's your father. We are really sorry about that.”Brad nodded once. “Thank you, Lawrence. I really appreciate everyone as well. So, what are the preparations?”“Well,” Morgan cleared his throat meaningfully. “According to the rules, we are awarding three days for your father. Within these three days, there will be no work. Which means that none of the companies will open.”“Yes. Also, your father will be buried in Italy. So, we will move him from Russia to Italy. And the final celebration will be in New York.”Brad nodded once. “I will add two days to it. And it will take effect
Brad nodded once.They stepped inside the crowded club. There were several people on stage, dancing.Brad's gaze searched around briefly.Nick moved closer. “Boss,” he called softly. “Ryan is waiting for you.”Tony stared at Nick with confusion written all over him but he didn't say anything.“Lead the way,” Brad ordered.Nick nodded once, turned away, and started to walk away.Brad and Tony followed him. Ryan stopped in front of a door, opened it, and stepped aside for them to enter. He followed them instantly.Ryan was sitting beside a young guy of his age. They stood on seeing Brad and Tony enter.Brad hesitated, as he regarded the new guy for a moment. The guy had a dark frown on.“Is he the ghost man?” The guy asked.Ryan nodded once, too sad to even utter any more words. His face looked like terror.The guy took several steps closer to Brad. “Avenge my sister for me and I will do everything you want,” he promised. His voice was thick with emotion. Brad couldn't tell if he was pr
Tony and Brad stepped out of the club.Brad turned to look at Tony. “I'm leaving New York by Tuesday to mourn my father. The company will not start until I'm back. You can choose to come with us or not.”Tony nodded once. “I'm sorry about your father again,” he said honestly.Brad nodded, entered the car, and drove out into the street.His mind went to Sophia and he wondered how she was doing. He placed a call through to one of his men.“Hello, boss.”“Yes, how is it going? And where are you now?”“We are at Andrei's estate, boss.”“My father's house?”“Yes, boss. She suddenly left her house and moved here. So, we followed her. It looks like she has a friend here.”Brad thought about it briefly. Sophia was really scared the other day and he knew she was going to make a move. He just didn't know that she had a friend in his father's estate.“You can come over then. Withdraw. Andrei's estate is protected enough. She will be fine,” he assured.“Alright boss.”Brad hung up.Vincenzo would
Kevin moved closer to Brad. He was already crying. “I can't believe this is happening to us. Are we really coming back to write this paper?”“This is totally unfair. How could the man fail you like that? Without sitting for the examination,” David complained.Kevin sucked in a breath. “I'm so sad right now. What do I tell my parents? How do I tell them I'm not going to graduate this year?”Brad released a sigh and turned to Kevin. “We will graduate this year, this is a promise,” he assured.Kevin shook his head briefly. “How is that possible? Especially now that we have discovered that Mick has a hand in this. He's really going to see to the end of us, like he promised us.”“Look who isn't graduating this year,” Cara laughed suddenly and her crew joined in.David sighed. “We have no time for you, Cara. Just go and let us be!” He stressed in a strained voice.Cara sent him an icy glare. “Why didn't you talk when Kevin did? So you could have been able to stay with your friends for anoth
Shock kept Badmus motionless and speechless for a moment. He snickered. There was no way.Badmus turned to Angelina again. “I mean Brad Harrier, the winner of the fundraiser event.”Angelina nodded several times. “Yes, of course. He's the reason I called for you. He's over there. Besides, the VC has informed you of what to do while he attends to the important guests,” she explained softly.Badmus regarded Angelina for a moment, then looked at Brad again as if he wasn't seeing him correctly.“I know he did. I'm just not sure you got the right Brad Harrier. Have you confirmed his numbers and details when he came in?”Angelina looked at Brad for a moment. “Would he lie about it?”Badmus found himself relaxing. He laughed though. “Students are fond of doing that. Not even Brad Harrier. I'm sure you don't know his history because you just resumed work here. Brad Harrier isn't rich, I'm so sure of it!” He affirmed, with a smirk.Brad huffed, amazed and shocked.Angelina stared hard at the
Brad smiled softly. “Alright then. What do you need from me then, before the VC shows up?” He muttered and took his seat.Badmus released a relieved sigh. “Thank you,” he muttered. “I will need you to fill in some things here. Since you will be the prince of the school for this year, we need you to provide us with some information,” he muttered, pulled out his desk, and brought out a file. He stretched the file to Brad.Brad regarded it for a moment. There was a little margin beside his name that held the title ‘the princess of the year.’Brad looked up at Badmus again. “Is there a princess of the year? I thought I won the fundraiser event alone.”“Yes, you did. This is also what I was going to explain to you. The committee decided to have a princess of the year as well. And yes, you were the only one that won the fundraiser competition. So, that's why we decided to elect her from a different place.”“Oh, and where could that be?”Badmus nodded quickly, rummaged through his desk, and
Brad smiled softly and looked at the VC. “Nothing. Everything is alright. The only thing I want is permission for me to be absent for a few days, throughout this week especially. My father died and I need to give him the last respect.”“Oh,” the VC's face squeezed into a soft expression. “I'm so sorry about that.”Brad nodded once. “It's ok.”“Well,” the VC brightened up again. “That's allowed. I mean what kind of human being would stop you from giving your father the last request? So, in that case, I won't be taking that as a request. You will have that permission but I want you to ask me for something else.”The VC thought about it quickly. If Brad’s parents were really rich, then that means Brad would acquire the wealth, now that his father was dead. Brad Harrier would be one of the next sponsors of Stanford.He was busy calculating everything I'm his head.Brad was surprised for a moment. “OK then. Another thing that I would like for you to do for me is about people knowing who I
Mick was too shocked to speak for a few minutes. He regarded Badmus for a moment.“Mr Badmus, have you forgotten? Don't tell me Brad has apologised and you have forgiven him?”Badmus chuckled slightly. He suddenly found Mick’s behaviour rude. Even Brad, who was richer than him, wasn't like that.“I assume the suspension wasn’t enough for you,” Brad started suddenly. “Or you wouldn't come here with these people. Not when the VC is close by.”Brad hesitated briefly when Brad said the words. He had no idea that the VC was still around anyway.And if Brad hadn't gone to see him, he wouldn't still be around.Mick looked at Brad for a moment, then at Badmus. “Don't tell me you collided with him because his girlfriend works in Fast tech and she's currently dragging the first position with Sophia on StreamRoll.”Mick heard the news but couldn't really believe it. But now that Badmus was siding with him, he couldn't help but think over to that side.“And for your information, Mick,” Badmus sta