"So you lied about my father?" Chris noticed that his father was still talking to the other executives. "You just wanted to get me away from them?" He demanded. "You should know that it is dangerous being very close to these two. It's obvious they don't like you," Rose replied. Her walkie buzzed and she clicked a button. "Come on, let's go. Your father is going to have lunch with the big men. Lemme take you away from here." Rose walked towards the Land Rover in the parking space. Chris scoffed. "You know, you should stop treating me like a baby. I'm perfectly able to impregnate you," he said as he followed her behind. "Let's hope it won't come to that," Rose retorted. Her back was to Chris, but he caught the slight blush on her face. Chris smirked, even if she acted tough in front of him, she couldn't hide being flustered by his comments."Are those glasses tinted?" Chris pointed to the vehicle. She cocked an eyebrow as she stood at the side. "Yeah, why are you asking?" "Nothing
The meeting place wasn't originally what he had intended it to be. He expected a huge private boxing ring in a penthouse where he would have access to sophisticated training equipment. But Chris was very disappointed, to his surprise. It was an empty warehouse close to the river. And it was at night again. Chris reluctantly stepped out of the car and switched off the ignition. he noticed several parked cars in the distance, probably her protection detail. He was even more surprised that none of them even bothered to stop him as he walked around aimlessly. But he was sure that they saw him. "Yo!"Chris nearly jumped away. He was surprised to meet Sarah behind him. He took his time to study her. She wore sports tracks heads down. "Hello?" She waved her hands in his face. "Huh? Hey, don't do that, you scared me into a trance," he forced a smile. He wondered what weapons she was hiding under those large tracks. Sarah gestured towards the warehouse. "Let's head in," she suggested. C
Sarah took notice of the serious tone in his voice. Chris' usual childish and naughty attitude was gone and he looked directly into her eyes. It made Sarah feel warm somewhere. She muttered. "Obviously." "Hunh?" "You have to tell me everything if you want me to help me. I need to know you are not keeping anything from me," Sarah clarified. Chris held his knees. It won't be long before he would tremble from the cold. "So, it starts like this. Mabel Sanders is actually in a relationship with Arthur, the CEO of NEXUS, and Arthur in a bid to solidify his position shook hands with the devil," Chris stopped. "No way, did he meet your uncle?" Sarah adjusted herself. "Exactly," Chris confirmed. A small boat droned in the distance, nearly interrupting their conversation. "My first bodyguard, she was kidnapped. Her name was Monica and he is trying to use her as leverage to hold his position. I have a secret of his, a list of his corrupt practices in the company so he doesn't want me to
"Come inside let's talk," Chris tried to persuade her. Rose shook her head. "No way," she stared inside the open room. "God knows what shit you want to do to me," she held her gun. "Shit, we are talking about my uncle," he eyed the gun at her side. "And you will certainly not need that." He assured her. "Just to let you know." She brought a gun from her back pocket and wagged it in his face. "This one contains non-lethal bullets." She popped the magazine open and showed me the plastic bullets. "Stings as hell but it won't break any bones. And I won't be scared to shoot you in the head if it happens." She held the gun in her hand. Chris shrugged. "Trust me—""Trust what? That you won't touch me? We both know how you can control your hormones when you are near me when there's no one around," Rose lowered her voice. A maid pushed a trolley past them and she bowed her head in greeting and Chris waved at her in response. "Look, I'm not doing anything. I'm serious, I need your help. I
An hour ago...Arthur parked his BMW inside the compound after showing the gate security his ID. Coming to Bolton's compound always made him super nervous. He clenched the steering wheel, trying to force resolve into himself. "I'm doing it for my future, nothing else. If I don't do this, that bastard Chris will try to go against our deal," he said to himself from the rearview mirror. He stepped out of the car and smiled when Yvonne personally came out to meet him. "Mr Arthur, you didn't even tell me in advance," she said. "Well, it's kinda urgent," he grunted, stepping out of the car. "Okay, I will notify Mr Bolton of this and have a meeting arranged. Follow me to the waiting room," and said. Arthur followed Yvonne to the waiting room and she pointed at a large comfy sofa. "Do you want anything? A drink? Food? Something to watch as I get him? I will take long, like ten minutes so I don't want you to be bored," she suggested. Arthur shook his head nervously. "No, don't worry ab
The Lefaye restaurant on Johnston has its parking lot full at three in the afternoon which is a rare occurrence. Most of its customers only started flocking in after seven in the evening. This was because most of these cars belonged to the Boltons and members of Sarah's gang, the White Spear group. Rose and Sarah stared at each other at the table between them in the reserved restaurant. "Ladies, let's not bite please," Chris said after he noticed the hostile air between them. He sat beside them, like an arbiter. "I see you brought your whole army, that means that she doesn't even trust me a bit?" Sarah grinned. Rose scoffed. "My men report snipers on the roof, I should say the same for you." "Can't we do this peacefully?" Chris demanded. Rose turned towards Chris. "I never believed your father would agree to this, I thought he would refuse. Look, Chris, let's do this alone, we don't need her," she begged Chris. "I understand what—what? So you thought Father would reject it? We
Rose kept her eyes on the screens. The air conditioning in the van was bad, the AC needed replenishing but it was too late for that. She would just have to deal with that for today. "Ground pursuit, come in?" She said to the walkie-talkie. There was silence on the line. It was ticking her off. If only that nutcase Chris had not asked his father if only his father had refused to let him work with Sarah. "Fuck, ground pursuit, come in? Over." She growled. There was a buzz on the line. "Jeez, you are being noisy, do you know how hard it is to redirect to the main channel? These new walkies are a rip-off," Sarah replied. "Where the fuck have you been?""Skirting the building," Sarah replied. She started at the Nexus global building as she drove around it. Arthur would be coming out very soon. She just had to follow him. "Have you tracked his call history? Anything in the past few days, sus phone calls and stuff?" Sarah asked. "Yes, he is clean. I don't know this man, but it's obvio
"Can you get inside," Chris demanded. He joined Sarah in the black van. "Hunh? Are you crazy? Do you know how shady that gambling club is? I could enter, but I don't wanna attract attention, I'm a woman." Sarah declined. She kept her eyes glued on Arthur as he shook hands with men and entered the building. "Why don't we check what's going on in his house? I mean, I'm not the only one thinking this is fishy right? What if they know we are watching them?" Chris asked. Rose dropped her headphones on the dash. "Impossible, you are insulting my hacking abilities," she glared at him. Chris rubbed his face. "No, not in that way. You know when bad people do bad stuff, they become very careful, I'm saying it in that fashion," Chris clarified. "So what's the word around here?" Sarah demanded. She didn't want to spend another minute here. If she got caught, she was twenty minutes away from help. Twenty minutes is enough to put a bullet in her skull stuff her body in an oil gallon and dip he
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