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
Over the next 24 hours, Chris couldn't get as much as a minute of sleep. His mind was racing with different thoughts and possibilities. He was eager to hear the news that this man had for him, and he hoped that it would be a good one. A few hours to midnight on the D-Day, Chris was already sitting patiently on the arm chair in his room. His fingers tapped noisily against the arm rest of the chair as he waited patiently for Monica. As his personal guard, she was to follow him, especially on a mission like that, which could prove to be ultimately dangerous.When Chris eventually heard the sound of her knocking on his room door, he rushed to open it. Monica walked in gingerly and Chris admired her as she walked in. She wore a brown leather jacket over black leather pants and high stiletto heels. Chris briefly wondered how she had managed to walk all the way there with those heels but that was the least of his problems at the moment.He welcomed her with a warm hug and she sat down."So