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
Mr. Bolton led his son to a sports car that was waiting for them at the airport and once they got there, a man standing in front of the car opened the door before bowing slightly at the duo. Chris ignored the gesture which he was already familiar with, and he was about to enter into the car when he remembered that Monica was not there with them.“Monica,” He said, turning around to search for her.Mr. Bolton eyed his son for a brief moment before muttering.“She wouldn’t be following us. Come on in.”“She has to,” Chris argued. “She saved my life.”“I believe she did quite the opposite,” Mr. Bolton sighed. “Now, not one more word. Get in the damn car.”Chris could tell that his father was not happy about getting questioned and he decided to obey. He entered into the car, followed closely by his father and the door went shut immediately.“Take us home,” Mr. Bolton said to the driver.His order was met by a brief nod and the next minute, the engine of the car roared to life. There was a
The next morning, Chris woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He turned and stretched on the king sized bed in his new room for a while and he reached out to hold Monica.It was then he remembered that his vacation was over. He was no longer at the hotel and Monica was not his roommate anymore.Chris sighed and stepped out of the bed. He walked over to the table where his phone was and staring at the screen, he realized it was Monica calling him. Chris grabbed the phone with enthusiasm and picked the call immediately. The sound of her voice at the receiver made him smile. He was truly happy to hear from her again."Monica," Chris sighed. "I was worried about you. I tried calling, but your line was not going.""You shouldn't be worried about me," Monica replied and chuckled. "I should, infact be the one worried about you. Your father - "Her voice trailed off and there was silence for a while."It's not very bad with him," Chris shrugged. "He just wants me to lay low for a while."
Chris remained rooted to the spot. He could not believe how quickly his fortunes had been overturned. What exactly had come over his father to make him reinstate that bastard, Arthur as the boss of NEXUS GLOBAL? "You've suddenly lost your voice haven't you?" Arthur chuckled, his voice laced with mockery. "You don't have anything to say for yourself?"Chris had a lot to say. He was boiling with rage inside, but he knew that it was best for him to control his anger. He had to be patient and find out what was wrong first. "I have some duties to attend to this morning, so if you would please excuse me - " Chris said and started walking away."No I wouldn't," Arthur cut in. "You're not leaving here until I say so, Chris Bastard."Hearing Arthur call him a bastard was like torture. Chris wished he could punch Arthur in the nose, but he knew that he couldn't do a thing. As at that moment, Arthur was his boss once again."Yes?" Chris spun around. "Your duty for today would be to reply to t
The air in the room seemed to get cooler with each passing second. Chris could not believe that Mr. Bolton would be able to deny him outrightly in his presence, but it was happening right before his eyes. "Father?" Chris muttered. "You said it yourself that I am your son. I'm the one you have been searching for all these years.""The only reason you're still standing before me is because you know what you stand to gain as my son," Mr. Bolton sneered. "If I was as poor as a church rat, you wouldn't even want to associate yourself with me.""How can you say such a thing, father?" Chris sighed."For the last time, I am not your father," Mr. Bolton repeated. "I have enough evidence to back that. You should be thankful that I still offered you a job and protection, Chris. It's the least I can do for you, even after your claims threatened to soil my great legacy."Chris could only shake his head in disbelief. Truly, he was not a Bolton. He was just another bastard, who would never be able
Thomas Bolton grabbed a dagger and lunged at Richard with a scream and just as he was about to drive it straight through his heart, Richard quickly sidestepped and the dagger grazed his arm slightly and Thomas fell to the ground. As he struggled to get to his feet, he heard a gunshot and felt a pain sear through his left foot. Bloody bastards!! Getting shot in the foot again!! He felt two pair of arms grab him and place him firmly back on his sit. As he sat, Chris grabbed a pistol from the weapons strap on the waist of one of the guards and pointed it at Thomas' head and cocked it and Thomas smiled at him."I don't think your pretty woman's going to like you very much if you kill me now." Thomas said with a smirk. "I mean, I haven't gotten around to telling her about her lost sibling and believe me, she'd really like to know that," he finished and Chris lowered the gun. "What? You know my siblings whereabouts?" Sarah asked and looked at him with teary eyes. "Of course I do. I kep
Thomas Bolton stared at Richard then looked at the gun in his hand. He felt betrayed. Just when he had shown a little trust in him, he had taken advantage of that trust and stabbed him in the freaking back. He had sold him to his enemies and for how much, he wondered. He looked back up at Richard and could see that his eyes were emotionless, almost like he had sold his soul or something. Thomas wondered if that change had been present in him all week and he had just been too oblivious to notice it or if Richard had actually done a very good job of masking it. What had turned him that way? He turned to look at Chris Bolton and his company. He recognized both ladies well enough. He had held one hostage amd the other, he had killed her father. Well, Chris Bolton had certainly picked his crew right. Between all three of them who seemed to be head of the group, he had certainly caused them a lot of pain and hurt. He tore his eyes away from the three of them and looked at Victor. Now that o
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
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
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 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
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
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
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