The look of death on Mister Billy's face, Angus has not felt such satisfaction in a long time. He places his pen and pushes the papers over to the man who is still in shock. "It's you…" he repeats. "You're– you're him!" "What's the matter, Mister Billy? Do you want me to redo the signature again?" Angus raises one of his eyebrows. Mister Billy immediately falls to the ground, facing the floor and his hands stretched in front of him. "My lord, sir, I didn't know it was you…" he is shivering like a cat that fell into the water. "I–I should have known better. I should have done better." Angus lets out a smirk and looks at the man on the ground. "Oh, please," Angus crosses his legs. "You should have known better, that I agree, but come on. Is this how you treat everyone who walks through your door?" "No, I mean, it's the devil. I am a nice man." He continues to beg. "Please, this is my uncle's bank, he is going to kill me if he finds out?" "Find out what? That you mistreated th
By the time Angus is done, the money is now standing like a mountain in front of Mister Moore and his sons. Their jaws are slacked, and they can't recover from this shock. Never in a thousand years did they imagine that he would come up with the money. A hundred million dollars for that matter. Mister Moore picks up a wad of cash and adjusts the glasses that are sitting on the bridge of his nose. "Which bank gave you the loan?" He looks at Angus. "Does that matter?" Angus brushes against his nose. "You asked for the money and I gave it to you. What more do you want?" "If you still want our blessings, you will have to speak to my father with some respect!" Zach reminds him with a long hiss. His father raises his hand, asking Zach to sheath his sword. "I know your agitation, my boy, Angus, but I have to be sure that you have done this the right way." He says. "So, I ask again. Which bank?" Angus puts his hands into his pocket. "Malcom Bank." "That's impossible." Bryon snorts.
Whoever this person is, they have picked the wrong house. Angus is already boiling from the stress that Matilda's family put him through, he doesn't mind unleashing a little on this intruder. Ha doesn't say anything, he grabs the handle of the car, but Matilda holds him back. "What are you doing, Angus? We don't know who that person is. Isn't it best that we just call the cops?" "Nothing is going to happen to me, Matilda. I can fix it." He assures her. "Lock the doors when I step out." She reluctantly lets go of him and he walks out of the car. "Hey, who are you and why are you here?" Angus asks as he gets to the porch. "You better not waste my time. The figure stands up and gets into the light, that's when Angus sees the face. The person is Lorenzo. "Good evening, boss." "Jesus Christ, Lorenzo, what are you doing here?" Angus sighs. He is relieved that it's Lorenzo, but again, what is he doing here?! "I was worried about you, boss." "Worried?""This is the last day that y
This has got it some kind of joke, Angus is waiting for Jonathan to throw his head back with laughter and then tell him that it's a joke. But Jonathan looks as serious as a heart attack. "Is this some kind of joke? Is it supposed to be funny?" Angus looks behind him. "Why am I offering you money? I know you need the money and I want Matilda, so why is it so hard?" Angus' face is flushed with anger, but he holds himself. Jonathan sighs when he sees that Angus doesn't reply to him. "Look, I know that you think this is a bit weird, but I love Matilda. She is my ex and we only broke up because she ran away at the age of eighteen. I'm sure that a fellow man like you would understand." Angus sips from his drink. "I just have one question for you, though?" "Yes?" "Where were you when she was… crippled." Angus knows that he has asked the right question when he sees Jonathan sign and run his fingers through his hair. "Even if I told you, you'd never believe the life of a busy man li
The eyes of everyone on both Angus and Matilda are weighing them down, everyone can clearly see the shock on their faces, even though they are wearing masks. "Oh my God," Matilda mutters. This is what Jonathan wants, and he is smiling like a sheep where he stands. He is such a calculative bastard, he thought of this very well before carrying it out. He is trying to get back at Angus because Angus refuses to leave Matilda. Angus is thinking about how to get them out of this situation. He doesn't care much about himself, or what these people think, but he is worried for Matilda. Her face has gone red and sweaty, she is having such a hard time being the center of attraction. "Jonathan Gilbert, that's not true." Someone says and everyone turns to look at them. It's like a movie here, with all of the drama. Angus looks too, he wants to see the person who dared to help him, and he is stunned to see that it's no other person than Mister Malcom. Mister Malcom isn't putting on a mask
It is settled Angus is not leaving Wintown any moment now, he has to avenge his family, and he is going to patiently wait for El Salvador. El Salvador is not going to be long, he is coming to the town soon. In the wee hours of the morning, Angus and Matilda are heading back to the house. Both of them are exhausted, but Matilda is more than Angus. He even thinks that she is sleeping in the car as she drives, but she is not. "Why did you accept the job from my father?" She asks in a heavy voice. "Can't you see that he just wants to humiliate you?" He looks at her and lets out a sigh. "I thought you were asleep. I know that you are exhausted, go to sleep. We can talk about this tomorrow." "I don't want to talk about tomorrow, I want to talk about it today. Now." She sits up. "Why, Angus?" "Because there isn't any other job waiting for me, I know how bad the labor market is out there." He says. "With your father, at least I have a job." She heaves too, looking out of the window,
Angus has been set out for failure, he knows this. But irrespective of that, he gets into the black and red, Jaguar latest model and drives away with the parcel. According to the map, it's going to take him forty minutes, but the thing is that he needs to go and come within an hour. He steps on the gas, the vehicle roaring as it zooms past the others. He is such a high speed that he Matilda is calling him now, but it would be too dangerous to pick up. Fuck it, it's Matilda, he doesn't care very much about safety when it comes to her. He answers the call and puts it on speaker. That way he can keep talking and still keep his eyes on the wheel. "Babe, hi." "Oh my God, what's that sound? Are you driving a race car or something?""No, Matilda, it's something else. What's up, babe?" "I, um, I need to talk to you about something." He doesn't know what it is, but he is very sure that it might not get his full attention. It's better to do this at a later time. "Matilda, can we do
Angus gets to the house, the whole delivery takes him an hour and ten minutes. He never sacrificed his life with the way he was rushing back to the house. The instant he drives the car into the compound like a madman and steps on the break with a loud screech of the tires, Mister Moore steps out of the house with his hands behind his back. He walks over to the car, inspecting every part of it, Angus looks at him with a dull expression. "You're late." Mister Moore says. "If you told me that I was going to encounter armed men on my way, I would have prepared more." Angus huffs. Mister Moore checks every nook and cranny of the car, he seems to be looking for a dent or something to complain about. "You fight. Were you in the army, Air Force?" Mister Moore looks at him. Of course, it was a setup, Angus rolls his eyes. "If you were bullied as much as I was as a child, you would have learned how to defend yourself," Angus says. Mister Moore rubs his chin as if he has just heard so