Richard and Thomas Bolton were sitted in the lounge of the latter. Richard had just finished giving Thomas a report on the progress of the construction of their training ground and Richard had watched Thomas Bolton take the report in with absent-minded nods. Anyone could tell Thomas was distracted at first glance and Richard knew it was because it had been more than a week since they had attacked the Bolton's Mansion and they still hadn't gotten any definite news or report about them. Neither Richard nor Thomas Bolton knew whatever was happening with them. All they had gotten so far was silence. None of their warehouses and buildings had been attacked or blown up, they hadn't felt any unsettling presence, they hadn't noticed any suspicious movements, they hadn't even gotten a threatening call, nothing at all, nothing but silence and Richard could tell that the silence was unsettling Thomas Bolton more than a reported attack on any of their buildings or a threatening call or message.
In Thomas Bolton's lounge, Richard continued to take in the stranger who had walked into the lounge a little under a minute ago. From his rectangular rimless glasses to his suit pants and shirt and down to the black attorneys bag he was carrying, he certainly wasn't their usual type of company and Richard wasn't sure how he felt about him. While he didn't seem to spell danger, Richard also didn't care for his presence in the lounge as he had never really been a fan of strangers, especially when they did what he considered to be an invasion of his comfort space and invade his comfort space, this stranger was. Technically it was Thomas Bolton's but who cared? Thomas had come to accept Richard's constant presence in the lounge and Richard had definitely been enjoying it but at that moment, the stranger was taking away his comfort and Richard didn't like it one bit. He looked at him with his left eyebrow raised but the stranger just kept smiling at him. What was he? A robot? A raised eyeb
Chris Bolton stood at the entrance of Sarah's room as the realization that he was in love with her hit him. He had tried to ignore these feelings because they had been trying to get attention at a wrong time, but he couldn't ignore them anymore, not after seeing her sitted on her bed with her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her upper body covered in a big sweater and that innocently welcoming smile on her face. He couldn't say for sure how long he had felt that way but he could say for sure that his feelings were very much there and alive. They actually explained a lot. They explained why he had recently began to feel so drawn to Sarah. He had tried to ignore and not acknowledge them but that hadn't sent them away. If anything, it seemed like ignoring and not acknowledging them had probably only helped them quietly grow stronger. He stood at the door and stared at her even as his discovery opened up a dam of thoughts in his head. Why had he been doing his best to igno
It had been almost three hours since that annoying brat, Luke Freeman had appeared after being sent straight from hell to disturb Richard's peaceful afternoon and after haven restlessly and absent-mindedly seen a movie, Richard was itching to go get his phone and listen to the voice recording of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation. He had instructed a maid to immediately inform him about Luke Freeman's departure but she still hadn't shown up. What on Earth could the two men be talking about for so long anyways? As his mind raced with the endless possibilities about the contents of their conversation, he heard a faint knock on his door and he bolted out of his bed and rushed at the door. He opened the door and as soon as he saw the maid standing there he rushed past her without waiting for her to say a word. He headed straight for Thomas Bolton's lounge and he tried his best not to run and only appear like someone who had urgent and important matters to deal with. He soon go
Richard remained sitted in his position as he replayed the conversation he had just listened to in his head. Well. Well. Well. It seemed like sneakily getting a voice recording of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation had most certainly paid off. So Thomas Bolton wanted to make some changes and adjustments to his will now, did he? That had without a doubt been the most - if not the only - important and interesting part of their conversation for Richard. He had to give it to his sixth senses for making him listen to that voice recording till the end of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation. What were the present contents of Thomas Bolton's will? What "changes and adjustments" could he possibly want to make? As far as Richard could tell he was the only heir of the old and insufferable bastard. Yes he was adopted but he was quite sure he was the only heir of Thomas Bolton. Didn't that naturally mean he was supposed to be the sole inheritor to all of the annoying geezer's
Luke Freeman wordlessly took the sit Richard had motioned him into with the gun in his hand. Wasn't he the adopted son of Thomas Bolton? What did he want with him? Had they had an issue earlier in the day? Why was he in his house at such a time of the night and with a freaking handgun in his damned hand? What could he do? Should he try to set off an alarm or something? What warning signal could he send his neighbours that would alert them that he was in danger? His neighbourhood was actually quite a quiet one full of people who minded their business so the chances of anyone actually noticing whatever signal he gave was a pretty slim one and the chances of anyone noticing that signal and actually acting on it was next to non-existent. He was certainly toasted. The young man with handgun which he was freely brandishing at him, could kill him and no one would know. Why on Earth had he given in to his tiredness and not listened to the voice that had told him to stay back at the office and
Richard aimed his gun at Luke Freeman and cocked it. Like his client Thomas Bolton, the bastard didn't deserve to live. He deserved to die and Richard without a doubt had absolutely no issue in giving him what he deserved. Besides, Thomas Bolton had betrayed him and there was no saying that the smart lawyer wouldn't betray him too. After all, it was just that afternoon that Thomas Bolton had reminded him about the possibility and risks of conversations being recorded. There was no saying that the sneaky smart ass hadn't recorded their conversation with plans to have him reported and arrested. Who knew? He really couldn't trust anyone. There was no saying that Luke Freeman wouldn't betray him because when all was said and done, Richard didn't actually have a single soul in the universe he could rely on to look out for him. He thought he had totally gotten rid of his little hopes and expectations of good from Thomas Bolton but apparently he hadn't because he could feel a tear trickle do
Chris Bolton was sitted in Michael Bolton's study with his laptop open in front of him but his mind was occupied. He is was in love with Sarah but couldn't confess it and he knew it wasn't because he was scared of being rejected by her or because he was worried about his father not accepting it. The reason he was worried about expressing his feelings for Sarah was because of Monica. He couldn't deny the fact that they had both had some tension between them when they had initially met. He had most certainly had something for her and he felt like she she had also had a thing for him, but he wasn't sure if she still had it. He has tried not to acknowledge his feelings for Sarah for a long time because he had felt like they made him disloyal to Monica, especially if she still had those feelings. What was he going to do? Was he supposed to just ask her? Wasn't that___? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door and just as he opened his mouth to call for whoever it w