The whole table went silent at Arthur's unexpected reaction and it was Mabel who spoke up first."Bet?" She asked, her brows creased at him. "What bet are you talking about?""Shit!" Arthur cursed in his head. He knew that he couldn't tell Mabel about the bet, as that would mean he is the loser automatically. Chris watched on, with a wide grin on his face. He really wanted to see how Arthur would get himself out of the mess. "I placed a bet on some hockey games," Arthur replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "And no one is leaving this vacation until I win. I want us to celebrate it together."Mabel frowned at his explanation, but before she could say anymore, Chris started clapping."Bravo, Arthur," Chris said with a low chuckle. "Bravo."The pair glared hard at each other for a while before Chris continued."No one is leaving here until the bet is over," Chris added. "I can assure you of that.""Of course," Arthur smiled. "A bet I would very well win."Mabel watched on in con
Mabel pushed the door open slowly and peeped inside. The sight of Chris and Monica together in a jacuzzi greeted her and she was immediately shocked to the bone."Was Monica the secret business partner or what?" She muttered to herself.Chris watched as she stared on in confusion and he cleared his throat."Anything the matter, Mabel?" Chris asked. "As you can see, we're busy here.""She can join us if she likes," Monica said and winked at Mabel."I'm not here to speak with you," Mabel grunted to Monica. "Excuse us.""She's not leaving here," Chris retorted. "What do you want?""We need to speak, Chris," Mabel replied. She was already desperate, seeing that her plan to catch him had failed."I trust Monica," Chris said. "Whatever you want to discuss with me, you can say it in her presence.""I'm begging you Chris," Mabel pleaded. "Consider what we once had and listen to me this once. I have something important to tell you."Chris could almost not believe his ears. How could Mabel of a
When Chris went back to his room, he found Monica lying on the bed. There was a piece of paper in her hand and she was smiling as she stared at it."From the maid?" Chris asked."Yeah," Monica nodded. "From the letter, she seemed really happy."She glanced up at Chris and continued."It's amazing how a little sum of money can mean that much to some people out there."Chris could only smile at Monica's remarks. A week ago, fifty thousand dollars would have been enough to change his life, but now, he had more than enough. He was happy though as he had been able to help the lady."She deserved it more than my ex wife," Chris replied with a shrug. "Certainly," Monica nodded. "Mabel doesn't deserve anything good."There was an uncomfortable silence between them for a while before Monica broke it finally. "And I know this doesn't count for anything, but once again, I'm sorry," She said. "I'm sorry for not being able to tell your father the truth earlier.""We've gone through that already,
The gala night came sooner than expected. Chris had been skeptical of the success of their plan at the event, but Monica had urged him to remain calm and trust her. According to her, she had got everything covered. Some minutes past 9pm, a few guests had started coming in. Chris had a representative wait at the door of the grand hall, to welcome all the guests while he watched as they smiled, shook hands and kissed each other's cheeks."The fake love," Chris thought to himself.He was disgusted by the sight of it - so many rich people gathered together for the sole purpose of giving a tenth of the wealth they had stolen from the masses back to the poor. To them, they were being very generous. To him however, they were nothing more than a bunch of thieves who wanted to cover up their evil deeds with a little generosity.Chris watched from the top floor as more people trooped in, and soon enough, he locked gazes with a man on an ink black suit. Everything about this man smelled like tr
A rapturous cheer went up amongst the crowd as the aged man rose up from his seat at the high table. Chris stared at him from his vantage position at the top floor, wondering how long this man had been stealing from the poor masses."From a heart filled with generosity," Sir Jimmy croaked. "I would like to donate the grand sum of three hundred thousand dollars as a form of support for the victims in Palestine."Everyone clapped and cheered as soon as he was done and the MC walked up to him. They had a short discussion after which the MC held up a card in his hand."Please note that for tonight's donation, pledges are not allowed. Donations are made only in cash, cheque or card transfer."Everyone muttered in agreement and Arthur gasped in shock. The realization of what was going on slowly began to hit him. It was a charity event and the richest men in the country were there. He had been made the special guest of the event and would obviously be expected to donate an even larger sum o
The crowd turned immediately in the direction of Chris and everyone struggled to get a good view of him. A series of murmurs went up amongst the crowd as they wondered who the handsome young man who could donate that much was. The MC turned to Chris and started towards him and the latter rose to his feet, elated. This was his chance to get the ultimate revenge, to disgrace the duo publicly, and he was going to revel in the moment. "Chris Bolton," The MC announced with a smile. "Let's once again give it up for Chris Bolton." Everyone clapped and cheered and Chris waited for the noise to die down before speaking again. "As a shareholder and close friend of Sir Arthur McDoyle, I would like to donate on his behalf," Chris started. The MC nodded and Chris continued. "However, I don't want the money refunded to me." A series of murmurs went up amongst the crowd again. Everyone was whispering about the handsome man who was doing the impossible. How could he be donating so much to chari
Arthur felt like his whole world was crashing down.He had no idea what to do the moment Mabel walked out on him. Everyone was still watching as the video played on the screen and they were saying hurtful things about him. He could hear them whisper on about how dumb he was, not to have noticed that she had only been using him all the while.Arthur balled his fists in anger and when he rose up to his feet, all he could see was Chris chuckling at him. The look on the bastard's face irritated him greatly and he swore that he was going to deal with him there and then.Arthur pulled off his coat, and folded his sleeves as he made his way towards the stairs leading to the top floor where Chris was. Monica who had been watching from a vantage position all the while beeped Chris immediately."Arthur," She muttered. "He's coming for you. Should I take him out?""No," Chris smiled. "I would rather do that myself. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."He removed the airpod from h
In a matter of minutes, Monica had led Chris away from the danger zone and straight to the hotel they had come from. As soon as they got to the room, she pushed the door open and bolted towards the wardrobe to pack all their clothes. Chris stared on at her as she packed in a mad frenzy and he frowned.“We’re not leaving tonight are we?” Chris asked.“Of course we are,” Monica grunted as she rummaged through the drawer. “We have to get away as fast as we can.”“The sound of the gunshot,” Chris stared at her. “Do you have any idea who it is?” Monica turned to face Chris for a second and she shook her head in the negative.“We could always talk about this in the plane,” She said finally. “As for now, we need to get the fuck out of here.”Chris could see from the look on her face that she was very serious and he didn’t bother asking further questions. Together they packed everything that was useful, checked out of the hotel, and boarded a taxi to the airport.A plane was waiting for them