Several men advanced towards Brad very fast and they ripped the hands of the men holding onto him off.Brad stared, shocked. He had no idea what was happening. It looked like everyone recognized him wherever he went."Maxwell," Sam muttered with fear.Maxwell turned to one of the men dressed in a tuxedo.The man brought out five bundles of notes and Maxwell threw it over at his men. They perched at it.Maxwell turned to Sam and slapped him hard on his face. "What the fuck are you doing? Harassing students? Are these boys not supposed to be in school?" He yelled.With the vein visible in his neck, one would be certain that he was angry."I_," Sam started but the words became stuck in his throat. Maxwell had never been so angry at him and it bothered him.Besides, who was Brad that he was protecting? As far as he was concerned, Maxwell didn't bother himself with Sam's matter. He had never done it.Maxwell took the supreme card from Sam and moved towards Brad and David. He hesitated brie
Brad nodded once. "Alright.""Where do you want to go now? I could take you."Brad shook his head briefly. "I will get there on my own. I will be fine as long as you are doing your job to keep tabs on me," he uttered.Maxwell grunted. "Alright, boss."Brad walked out of the boutique and placed a call to David and he picked it up immediately."Hello, David. How is Kevin doing now?""Good. In fact, the doctor said he could go home today," he announced. "And there's good news," he whopped in delight. "The bills have been taken care of. The manager said it was all on him. We are only going to wait for you so that we can go home together."Brad released a sigh of relief. "I'm on my way to the hospital now."He hung up and flagged down a taxi. His phone rang almost immediately, the second one that Ava had given him."Hello, Ava.""Hello, boss. Maxwell just informed me that you left the boutique not quite long ago. In fact, I'm tailing your car," she announced.Brad glanced back and saw a re
'Young and Rich sent a Money Gun'Sophia's eyes went wide with shock. It was the first time that she would be getting such an expensive gift on livestream.And Money Gun is equal to 50 dollars.Young and Rich: [What worth is the flower that you have sent? The fact that you and your friends stole to impress the students. I will let you know that I don't need to steal like yours because I have the money.]'Young and Rich sent a Money Gun'The screen flashed with notification severally, showing that Mick sent the Money Gun for nine more consecutive swipes.More students joined the livestream at this moment. The number of viewers reached 50.Sophia's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe it. Mick sent her 500 dollars worth of gifts.She held her hands in front of her chest. "Thank you so much, Mick. I really appreciate it. Is there anything you want me to do for you? For the gifts? I could sing or dance," she happily asked.Young and Rich: [Nah! I don't want that crap! Make me the moderator!]
Sophia didn't even think about it. Amazing Fighter had gifted her 2,500 dollars at a go. That was amazing! And such a rich guy's request must be fulfilled immediately. Besides, she didn't really like what Mick was doing. He was being boastful. "I will set it for you," Sophia agreed immediately. She pressed some buttons on the system and suddenly looked up. "I've made you my only moderator," she announced. Almost immediately, three notifications flashed across the screen. 'Sexy Boy has been allowed by the moderator' 'Flying Sun has been allowed by the moderator' 'Young and Rich has been banned by the moderator for three days' "Yes!" Kevin whooped in delight. "That's it! Mick thought he was the one that could oppress. I'm sure this new guy isn't like him." "Yes," David supported."But who could it have been? Is there anyone that could take Mick as an opponent in our class?" Kevin shrugged slightly. "Maybe he's a new student." "Or maybe it's Brad. Where is he? I mean he did tell
Within a few minutes, they arrived at La Rue and Ben led his friends to a table where four girls sat. The four girls were nicely dressed and it was clear they were from a respectable family. Ben moved closer to one of the girls. "Please, meet my girlfriend, Nicky," he introduced and gestured towards the rest. "And her friends. And these are my friends too," he gestured towards the boys. Nicky had rose hair that fell across her shoulder. She had pale and flawless skin that perfectly complimented her expensive dress. The other girls were as beautiful as Nicky, just with different hair colours. Sophia had a black short hair, while Rose had black long flowing hair. Ann, on the other hand, had ginger hair. Nicky and his friends looked at Ben's friends and their smiles went stiff as a result. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been tossed over their heads. They have never felt so disappointed. Kevin's appearance was unremarkable, David looked like an ordinary man and even though
"You dare slap me?" The man threw at her, his expression suddenly going soar but Rose was too angry to even notice it. "And does it look like I give a fuck? Nonsense!" She said and hurried away. The man watched her for a moment before he walked inside the restaurant. The girls and boys walked back to their seats. "Did anyone see what just happened there?" Kevin quipped, in fear. "It looked like Rose didn't recognize Mr Louis' son or maybe she was too angry to even notice him," David explained. "And whose fault was that?" Ava snapped, annoyingly. "If it wasn't for Brad's fault, Rose wouldn't have been so angry." "Hey, wait," Ben said quickly. "Let's not argue over this. I'm sure Mr Louis' son doesn't even know who Rose is. I'm sure she's on the safe side. Let's be optimistic and collected," he begged. "Yes, that's right," Nicky supported Ben. "So, are we ready to make our orders now? I will call over the waiter," Ben said, a bit jokily, trying to lift the mood. "Well, that doe
"Mr Maxwell, I_," the manager started but Maxwell had already hung up.He placed a call next to Baron. Baron is the president of BAS, an online company where Drake works.Baron picked it up but it took a few seconds before a voice came online. "Hello Mr Maxwell, who do I own this honour?""Does Drake work for you?" Maxwell went straight to the point. He had no time for pleasantries.He and Baron weren't friends anyway. "Yes!" Baron affirmed. "Do you want him to do anything for you?"Drake was a star. So, Maxwell might need his help in publishing a piece of news. Because Baron couldn't think of a reason why Maxwell would ask of him."Drake made a grave mistake," Maxwell ignored his question and said instead. "He published false stories concerning Brad Harier, a student of Stanford and he needs to be punished for it.""I_," Baron was short of words. "What do you want?" he said eventually. "I want the story to be brought down and I want him to be fired," he revealed."What! Fired?" Bar
Baron hissed and dropped the phone.Beads of perspiration have started to trickle down his face.He couldn't imagine the danger that Drake had nearly dragged him into. How could he cross the members of P-Bold?He dialed Maxwell's number."Hello, I've just fired the journalist that released the fake story, and in fact, the story has been brought down from the internet," he explained."Good but I will be expecting the apology post before the end of today," he muttered and hung up.Baron released an exasperated sigh. He just didn't know why Drake would destroy everything he had been keeping all this while.Who doesn't even know how powerful Maxwell was in Italy? He could do and undo.He had better finish up with the apology post before Maxwell gets angry.A soft knock sounded on the door suddenly."Yes, come in," Baron muttered.Drake walked inside with straight facial expressions. He still couldn't believe what Baron had said on the phone or what had caused it.So, he called off the fu
Everyone was shocked.There was no way it would be Brad. Brad was poor and Amazing Fighter was right. It was two different personalities.“What! Brad is Amazing Fighter?” Kelvin asked, even more surprised.David couldn't talk. Shock kept him motionless and speechless for a long time.“No! No way!” Someone said suddenly amidst the silence. “Brad can never be Amazing Fighter. It's not possible!”“Yes, it's not!” Someone else chimed in. “There's a mistake somewhere!”And soon, everyone was already shouting about it.Suddenly, their phones beeped. They all stopped what they were doing and started pulling out their phones.It was a notification from Amazing Fighter. He just uploaded his picture.Everyone clicked on it and the picture that showed up on their screen made them shocked for another minute. It was still Brad.“Wait, are you saying that Brad pretended to be poor? And that was why Amazing Fighter has been hiding? Because we would have known it was Brad if he had shown his face ear
Brad pulled into the parking lot while Sophia was on a call.“Alright,” Sophia hung up and looked at Brad. “I have to go see my friends,” she announced, with a smile.Brad nodded once. “I will pick you up later then.”Sophia reciprocated his smile and proceeded to open the door. She stopped and turned to Brad again. “There's actually something I want to tell you.”Brad gave her full attention. “Yes, what's it about?”“Well, the thing is I won the princess of the year due to Amazing Fighter help. So, I didn't want you to think I kept it away from you when you heard the announcement,” she explained.Brad smiled. He already knew anyway. But he appreciates her talking.“I knew you would get it actually. You are the best candidate for you.”Sophia smiled again, feeling impressed with herself. She leaned forward and captured Brad's lips in a quick kiss.Then, she rushed out without waiting for him to talk.Brad was shocked because he didn't expect her to kiss him, especially since he didn'
Sophia hummed as she went about with getting ready for school. She was so happy that everything was over. She was even overjoyed that Brad was picking her up. She loved to be around him. If it wasn't for the fact that it would look even weirder, she could have concluded that she had feelings for him.But she didn't want that to disrupt their friendship. So, she was going to push it to the back of her mind.She got herself a black short gown that accentuated her curves. She was going to be proclaimed the princess of the year anyway, so she needed to dress very well.Aside, she wanted Brad to notice how beautiful she looked.If not anything, he should at least acknowledge her. She loved it whenever he did.Within less than an hour, she was already applying makeup on her face.She picked up her phone when she was done and dialled Brad’s number. He picked it up immediately.“Hello, Sophia.”“I'm ready actually. You can come over now.”“Alright,” It felt like Brad smiled. “I will be ther
Sophia entered the room, with a big smile on her face. She has never felt so happy since all her born days. To even say she would be alive that day to see all the good news was an understatement.But she was happy and that was all that matters. Really!Exam is over! And she would soon be a graduate. What a nice day! Besides, all her problems were gone. Ned was gone, Vincenzo left already.Though, she was still bothered. He could come back but she wouldn't be in the city by then. Sophia would have been done with everything. She has a lot of money now and she could even continue as a creator. She has a lot of fans already.There just was nothing else she was supposed to be bothered about. Everything was good now!“No, don't eat like that!” Her mother was softly correcting little Lancelot.Sophia regarded them for a moment and the smile on her face got even wider.“No_ eat!” He murmured.The doctors said it was normal since Lancelot hasn't even spoken for so long. Even Though he still ha
Some students walked out of the exam hall, stretching. "Damn, those questions were a shock!" One of the students said while the other clapped him on the back, laughing. "What will be will be." Brad, David and Kevin also stepped out of the exam hall, their writing materials in their hands. They had smiles on their faces and you could easily tell that the exam was turned out well for them.Rose also stepped out alone the moment Brad and his friends came out. When she saw them, she couldn't help but stare at Brad longer than usual, wondering, "could it be true ?"Ever since Cliare told her, she had been wondering, thinking non stop about it. She kept wondering if this random looking guy can really be as rich as Claire had told her. Gosh. He doesn't even look it."Rise?"one of Rose's colleagues called but she didn't hear she was too absorbed inher thoughts about Brad and his wealth."Is that Brad you're staring at?" Her friend got infront of her face and laughed..Rise fkushed and sta
Rose quickly freshened up, changed into more casual wear, and headed for Rose's school.In a few minutes, she was at the school. It felt weird being in a school she wasn't schooled in. She almost felt like a mom.She laughed at her silliness and proceeded into the school. She had no idea where she would find either Brad or Rose but she kept going anyway. She was determined to meet with them, in fact, she would like to meet with both of them and have a serious talk with them.As she entered a hallway in the school, her eyes scanned the bunch of students who were rushing out of a class, and her gaze easily fell on Rose. Almost immediately, she spotted her too. With a big smile, she waved at her and Rose just rolled her eyes. She muttered something to the two girls she was walking with and sashayed her hips toward her."Now what are you doing here? I said I want you out of my life!" Rose greeted Claire hotly.Claire smiled and playfully nudged Rose on her shoulders, "Relax, cousin. Come
"But how do I make someone who hates my guts, my friend? I can't even get myself acquainted with him talkless of making him my friend," Gary said angrily."But- " Gary hesitated, still thinking about all she had. Found out and all that Dylan just explained to him. He was still confused as to how all of these were possible.His brows creased as he looked at Dylan, "If what you're saying is all true then Brad Harrier isn't just a rich man…" he trailed off and paused, " He is actually the head, " he broke off again, his sentences coming out distorted. His heart beats quickened as he started to grasp the real situation he was in, "That means Brad Harrier is a mafia lord," his heart skipped a beat, "one that had the power and had every legal right to take my life if he felt the need and the government would do nothing about it?"Dylan nodded tentatively, feeling sorry for his friend."Holy shit!" Gary had thought the walk calmed his nerves and made it easier for him to think straight but i
Gary was just reaching the restaurant at the same time Dylan arrived too. He shook his head as Dylan suddenly stopped walking and squinted at him.As Dylan approached the restaurant, he scanned the area of Gary's car but couldn't find it. He's late? He wondered, surprised, Claire was never late to their meet up here since he always came with his car. His thoughts trailed off when he saw someone who looked like his friend in the distance, hands buried in his pockets as she swaggered toward the entrance of the restaurant, his gaze already on him.At first, Dylan squinted at him, not believing his eyes. Gary shook his head as Dylan wouldn't stop staring. Then he left him outside and went inside the restaurant. Almost immediately, Dylan joined him across the table."Bro! Did you just trek?"Gary shrugged, "I told you I needed to clear my head, didn't I?""Wow. This is new," Dylan muttered to himself. He was about to start throwing questions at Gary when the waiter arrived and Gary immed
"Hey man," Gary literally sighed in his response after he answered the call."Man," the caller, Dylan, drawled. "You don't sound good, "What's up? How far have you gone with the search for your man? Did the chick tell you who he is?"Since Dylan was the one who arranged the men he used to get Claire, he knew about it.On a normal day when Gary was his normal self, if he had been asked so many questions at once, he would have lashed out at whoever dared to try it but this time, he didn't. He only knew his friend was talking, he couldn't process his excessive words."Man, I need to talk," he pinched the space between his forehead, squeezed his eyes shut, and opened it again. "I need to clear my head." "Are you okay, Gary?" Dylan asked worried."I might lose my job soon, I can't be fine," he answered Dylan's irritating question. "What do you say we meet at the usual restaurant in…" he trailed off and his gaze slid to his desktop screen to check the time. "I'm about an hour?"Dylan had