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,
Stafford Theo was left inside room 505 presidential suites by his friend and partner in crime, Jerome Candy. He kept walking round the room with his phone in his hand. Everything seemed to be crumbling down for his end.He had overheard Jerome's phone conversation with George Floyd where the latter stated that he was under police custody in Southern Wales.Also for over three minutes, he has been trying to contact some of his strong business partners from Southern Upland in Scotland yet, none of the people he was calling answered his calls. All the five consecutive times he had dialed those clients' numbers, his phone only rang and went down the drain without anybody answering the call nor did any of them try to return his call back.He was very much disturbed. His troubles increased after he learnt that his confidant, George Floyd was in police custody. The Southern Wales police headquarter’s Captain and Chief Security Officer was also part of his own target.Had it been that Wales d
Your Next Home In North Wales City Hotel. Room 505 presidential suites.Stafford Theo was still pacing himself around the corners of the hotel room.He was deeply troubled in his mind.He had been waiting and expecting to receive a call from the clients whom he had sent text messages to.Just when he was about to give up on his wait, having waited for more than 20 minutes without any feedback from the client, did his phone which was placed on top of the hotel room’s table vibrated and began to ring.Ring!Ring!He agitatedly rushed to the table on which his phone was on top and quickly glanced his eyes on the phone screen to see who was on the line.After seeing the identity of the caller, he lost his interest and enthusiasm to pick up his phone and answer the caller.At first, he was very happy and agitated to answer the call hoping that it would be Drake Fargon who was calling back. He had reasoned in his expectant mind that Drake Fargon must have seen and read his text message and