After shading another painful tear and spouting blood from mouth twice, he continued. “At first, he instructed me to come show them Mr Andrea Marcus compound. He threatened to kill me should I fail to bring them here. I was left with no other option than to play along in order to get spared from being lynched by him …” He began to wail in pain and agony again. He was looking very pitiful and unlucky in his crying face. Very messier than he was when he was first beaten by Charles himself. Was he innocent as he claimed to be? “... I was given this weapon by him” he added painfully after wiping out the tears that left his face in higgledy - piggledy. “Huh?!” Rose was irritated by Joe’s lying tongue and couldn't hold back her displeasure against the audacious lies being told by Mr Sandwich. “Would you stop shading those crocodile tears, Joe Sandwich!” she blurted out from her mouth. Rose knew that Joe Sandwich was lying. She knew that nobody forced him to join those gangsters
“Interesting!” Captain Stone chanted. His sense of curiosity was piqued exponentially after listening to Charles' mother-in-law’s testament against Joe Sandwich. “Mrs Marcus, what more information and evidence do you have and or know about him?” He added.He wanted to know Charles' mother-in-law was testifying truth against Joe Sandwich.He looked too innocent to be guilty of involving himself in murderous and assassination business.Rose began, “What more other information do you want to know about this Assassin here that will be bigger that the white evidence of the arms and weapons he came here with and the testimonials which I have told you about him before you believed me to have told you the true identity of Mr Joe Sandwich? You can also contact Mr Campbell, my friend’s husband who was jailed because he sued him in a court that was full of bribery and corruption.”Charles was equally pissed off by Mr Stone's useless and boring questions to his mother - in - law.Although his mot
Arthur tugged himself around Charles and cried, “Prince Charles, I know that you have a forgiving spirit. Please, forgive me and spare my life from doom and death. Tell them not to kill me.“I'm very sorry for mismanaging my father's business funds. I'm so sorry for involving myself into night businesses in the past.“I - I - I’m mostly sorry for racketeering and ganging up against you. I was feeling very hurt and humiliated by you earlier and I wanted to take revenge. That was why I ganged up with those gangsters to come after you, your wife and your parents-in-law. However, I never knew that you're the royal Prince of London. I never knew that you’re the only heir to the royal throne of the British Kingdoms …“... Had I known your identity before, I wouldn't have tried crossing your lane in the first place. Please forgive me …”“And who are you to tug around Mr Walker? Have you gone nuts, Arthur Grand?!” a charismatic male voice resonated and questioned him interrogatively. “How dar
Arthur's death brought pain and fear into Luca and the remaining criminals. Olivia too was equally scared. She has never witnessed a scene where one was shot dead on his or her head by security men and or even criminals. She was terrified by the scene she had just beheld and gasped for air. She staggered on her feet and fell to the ground. However, Charles was very close to her and he hurriedly stretched forth his hands and caught her on air and very promptly thereby stopping her from landing herself on the ground. Instead of falling on the ground, Olivia fell into Charles' warm embrace. Then, he turned to Captain Stone and said, “You and your men should stop frightening my wife with the corpse of those criminals. Instead, hurry now and take away their corpses!” At the same time, Rodrigo stepped forward and knelt before Charles and said, “Mr Walker, I'm so sorry for coming very late and allowing these people to trouble your parents-in-law, your wife and yourself. “Please
Your Next Home In North Wales City, Room 505.In the presidential suites of Your Next Home In North Wales City, there sat two men on luxurious cushions kept in opposite directions facing each other discussing and analyzing how successful their plans and plots could be if properly executed.One of the men was a business Mogul from Scotland.He was the CEO of Candy intercontinental Group.Candy Intercontinental Group is an international airline transportation service company. The best airline service Group in the county.The man boasts of over one hundred and five billion dollars in assets for the candy Intercontinental Group.The man’s name is Jerome Candy.Mr Jerome Candy had traveled from Scotland to North Wales City for an antique exhibition show which was hosted by Goldman antique world Group because of their brand ambassador, Miss Mirabel Date who was to speak and address their customers.Mirabel Date was the second most beautiful lady in the United Kingdoms’ recently concluded be
Your Next Home In North Wales City Hotel. Room 505 Presidential suite.A chubby man in his 50s stood pacing himself around the whole room. He looked so tense and disturbed. His body was vibrating in a full blown rage.There was also another man who sat quietly opposite him. He was holding a phone that had its dial tone ranged for a few seconds and stopped without being answered by the intended recipient of the call.The man tossed the phone on the table before him and said worriedly, “Stafford, what else should we do now that Mr George Floyd isn't taking up his call?” His voice was full of worriedness and his heart was very heavy. “We need to exterminate that b*stard no matter what it will cost us otherwise, we would never achieve our goal.”Stafford who was standing and pacing himself around the corners of the room in worriedness of his own self said, “Bush*t! So, George Floyd has now turned back against the hand that made and fed him. Has he forgotten so quickly that it was I, Staff
Inside an iron gated hall at Southern Wales police headquarters.Inside a hall which was roundly fenced with an iron gate within the perimeters of the Southern Wales police headquarter were prison inmates and some other crime perpetrators whose movement where being restricted even as they waited for the outcome of their trials in police Court.The iron gate fence was particularly located towards the outskirts of the police divisional headquarters in southern Wales district.In it, was a demarcated room which was designed with some sophisticated iron rods as its wall in the form of a hall.In there, was a short and sturdy man who stood up and pace himself around agitatedly. He was brewing in a full blown rage against the female warden officer who couldn't hand him his phone when he had a caller until the phone rang and stopped.“How dare you withhold my phone from me when I had a call to answer?!” Cursed the man. “I don't care about who you think that you're. I'm going to skin you aliv
“Do you mean that it's that same church Rat, Charles Walker, the useless husband to Olivia Marcus that messed up around you guys?” asked George with his speech tone full of concern and interest. His inquisitiveness was piqued when he heard Jerome say that he and Stafford want Charles dead either by crook or by hook.“Yes of course! It's him that destroyed my plans of getting Miss Mirabel Date to my bed. It's him that made Olivia Marcus reject Stafford’ love advances and played him emotionally,” Jerome said. “That Church Rat must die now or later!”“That's fine then. I'm in for the game. I will join you guys once I get out of this place.” George replied. “Do you have a plan for the game already?” He inquired from Jerome.“Yes we do.” Jerome replied curtly to George's question. “We planned to kidnap him before maiming him but we needed to act very fast because there's a news of a failed assassination attempt on him, his wife and his parents-in-law by The Killer Being of Wales district,