General manager's office, Orsbone Villa and suites hotel, Cardiff.A sturdy, muscular and tall young man in his mid 30s was going through some documents placed on his desk.These file documents have been heaped there for some time now but he had not got the time to go through them and act as he was supposed to.He had not been on the seat for a long period. It hasn't been quite a long time since he came to his office today. He has been away solving one problem or the other, ranging from security threats and assassination attempts on the Marcus family members and to instructing relevant agencies to restore the Grand Group and their Grand dynasty’ assets and property back to its original and thriving State.He was already exhausted but he needed to go through those documents today as there were many tasks ahead waiting and demanding his attention in a limited time.To revitalize his strength, Rodrigo called his secretary and asked her to get him a cup of hot coffee tea.While he waited
He was not willing to stand the chance of provoking Charles nor was he going to let him suffer further gang ups again from any wicked group of enemies. Not after he had undergone that cruel banishment that took the life of their Queen mother, Lady Ava, in the very despicable circumstances of dying in exiled land as if she was a slave. Also, it almost claimed the life of the young and promising royal prince of the most hallowed British Kingdom.He rushed down the ground floor of the hotel through the help of the elevator.Luckily for him, he spotted Cai Dafydd who hurried to greet and report the accounts of the tasks he had previously assigned to him as soon as he emerged from the elevator.“Good afternoon, Mr Jacob!” Cai greeted him anxiously but bowed his head respectfully, however.“Good day, Cai. Are you done with the assignment and where is he?” Jacob asked, still nervous. His face was pale.“Y - yes, yes Sir…” replied Cai.Cai was even more anxious when he heard Rodrigo's questio
Seeing how teary Charles was, Daniel could not help but to join him and began to cry as well.Soon, both of them were covered in the pools of their own tears of agony.“Stop crying, my Prince. It's okay.” Daniel said sobbingly, trying so hard to be strong himself so that he could be able to console and comfort the younger Charles.Charles also tried to stop tearing but it was very difficult for him to stop so easily. He cried for a few more minutes.It was a very difficult and emotional moment for the duo old man and young Prince altogether.While one was mourning both his eleven years of suffering in exiles and his mother who died and got buried in an exiled cemetery like a disgusting pauper that was bedeviled by his own poverty and abandoned by the neighborhood, the other was mourning both his son and the queen mother of his kingdom who got wrongly accused by some enemies of his kingdom, banished from the palace and left to die in exile.Wiping off his face drenched in the pool of t
After he left the recreational center, he went straight to the general manager's office and was warmly welcomed by Rodrigo's secretary with a cup of hot coffee tea.The clothes which were worn by Charles were more like a rag, but the secretary didn't dare to provoke him.In her mind, she was thinking about Charles' hidden personality that made their general manager, who was her boss, to be loyal and very respectful to him. She had witnessed the previous time when Rodrigo ordered their securities to beat, break and throw Miss Dylan and Mr Smith out of the hotel premises just because they had provoked and insulted the ragged looking Charles who was standing before her. There was equally a strict order and warnings which were issued out by Rodrigo Jacob to all operating and functional firms and business establishments within Wales district that none should ever employ their dismissed duo staff members - Miss Dylan and Mr Smith after they insulted and provoked Mr Walker.She knew that the
Quickly, Rodrigo dove into investigative research immediately Charles stomped out of his office and began to dig the past and present lives and businesses of the three names which he had been instructed to find their detailed information before 48 hours time elapsed.His heart was racing like a horse that had raced through the mountains to and fro.So many things preoccupied his mind disturbing him non - stop.‘Why is Prince Charles asking for investigative research on Stafford Theo and Oliver Freddie? Could it be that they were also part of the masterminds of the evil plot against the royal family?’‘But our Chief Butler, Don Tyler, didn't mention their names. He only named George Floyd as one of the evil masterminds. Could they be the remaining masterminds? Why was Oliver Freddie, the royal palace metaphysician also among the list if it's so? Why was the King's closest friend also part of his rebels?’Disturbed and troubled greatly in mind, he sank into his office chair in confusio
“If I'm a pack of an excreter, what are you then?” Charles asked the attendant coldly, fighting and trying so hard to suppress the brazen rage surging from his heart against the attendant. “You know, I told myself that I was going to bless you today by taking you out of this place and establishing you mightily for being nice to me in the morning but little did I know that you're a chaff with mouth stinking smells and unschooled character, however.”While leaving the house after the settling both his parents-in-law and Daniel's problem with Arthur Grand, Luca Grand and their hired Assassins at home, he had planned that he was going to change the attendant's life by gifting him two million dollars check for accepting to watch over his electric scooter when his battery failed him and he needed to pack it somewhere and rush back home without the attendant insulting him then little did he know that the said workshop attendant was worse than a margot infested excreter.The attendant burst i
A voice came from behind and questioned Charles “Why are you still standing there, for? Didn't you hear him when he asked you to get down on your knees and apologize to the attendant whom you smacked in the face with your leprous hand?”The voice came from an average tall and handsome looking young man in his late 20s. The young man’s shoulder was broadened and his chest size very elaborated. He was about 177.5 centimeters tall in height.He was the owner of Maserati Mistral whose head lamp is under repair. His name was Paul surnamed Chile.His father Clemson Chile was the founder of the Chile Group.Chile Group was a renowned business group widely known for their good reputation in the possession of original and ancient antiquity and artifacts. They have also distinguished themselves in interior design and furniture collections.They were a name for every household in the entire Wales district particularly North Wales City.Charles had halted the fixing of his car's head lamp for him
“He looks like one who has gone wild. So, he probably might not understand the gravity of what he had just done to himself by breaking young master Chile's exotic car.”“You don't have to blame him so much because he does not know how much that ride can cost in the market. You can only blame late Lord Marcus for associating his family particularly his granddaughter with a total failure simpleton like this fool and sc*m here.”“I'm becoming too emotional for the parents that gave birth to him? He’s just such a waste of a son. Can his parents ever boast of having a son like him?”“For me, I will pity the woman that gave birth and nursed him.”“Does he even have a father? I learnt that he was a b*stard before he was taken in by an orphanage home after the death of his pitiable mother. It was then that late Lord Marcus picked him up and integrated him into his family as an errand boy for his beloved second granddaughter.”“Eyah! That his mother must have seen hell trying to bring him up b