Nathan was shocked to his bones as he saw those images. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked up at the principal. He looked through her eyes and read her expression. She wasn’t so convinced that the young man sitting before her was truly capable of such a hideous crime. “Come on, Mrs. Heather, you do not possibly believe this, do you? This is a fake image. It is clearly a photoshopped image. Why would I ever loot a car? It is not even possible!” Nathan explained. “I believe you are telling the truth, Nathan. But belief is not enough. The company reached out to us today and informed us that the very car you drove to the gala last night was a stolen property and they have no record of selling that car to any individual.” Mrs. Heather kindly explained. “This is ridiculous. I…” “Hold it there, young man! You are a thief and a liar. Everything you say and do is fake. Is it even possible for a student as broke and incompetent as you to be able to purchase a car worth $900 Millio
“Young man, you are a thief, is that so hard to see? Just plead guilty, turn in the car and serve a few months of punishment. If you keep refusing to cooperate, things will only get worse for you,” the officer said sternly, his tone brooking no argument. Nathan sat in the interrogation room, his hands clenched into fists. He was disappointed with the fact that even the police could not dig into this matter and ensure that both parties were heard from. Or maybe they did dig into the matter and found out the truth, but they were too greedy to refuse a bribe. They chose to turn a blind eye due to their own interests or the influence of powerful individuals involved. The company had definitely met up with them and they had definitely made an alliance. For real though, when the company heard that a little college kid had ownership of the most expensive car they ever made, they knew that was a quicksand to quickly drown the young boy in. Who would believe a young college kid anyway? W
“Oh my goodness! This is absolutely insane!” “Damn! This isn’t happening, is it?” The following day at school, a viral news spread across all the universities in London. Everyone was tweeting and making videos about it. See Dave who had spent the previous night partying with the team got high and slept in the bar. He woke up late and quickly had to drive back home to prepare for school. This resulted in his coming late to school. As soon as he got to school, everyone began to act strangely while looking at him - his shoes -. Previously, they would look in admiration of the Diamond Bunny shoe worn beautifully on his feet. But today, their reactions were rather unusual. They looked at it in disgust and he didn’t know why. Dave quickly met up with his gang and demanded the reason for the unusual behaviour from everyone. “Take off your shoes bro! Now! Put these on.” Draco began and tossed a normal sneakers to him. “The fuck you mean ‘take off your shoes’? These are worth $5 M
“Has it been done?” Nathan asked Fred. After a few seconds, Fred texted back with a yes. “You should have seen him beg like a dog. And yes, his son is indeed a spoilt young man!” Fred admitted. “Good, Now, he has three days to pay up the share fees. If he is unable to do so in that time frame, we will continue with our plan. We offer to buy his company before it crashes.” Nate texted back. “Now, come get me out of this fucking cell. It is a disaster here!” After a few minutes, a Mercedes Maybach pulled over in front of the police station. Fred stepped out looking elegant and expensive. The aura and charisma he carried passed a clear information to onlookers as to who he really was. “Hello, sir,” the female police officer at the counter welcomed Fred with utter respect. Judging from his status and looks, she could tell that really, this was a man of high value. “Save your greetings, I have a release order for Nathan Reed immediately!” He ordered. The officer nodded
The morning was a beautiful one for Nathan. He slept well and did not bother waking up to prepare for school as he was under suspension. He actually needed to have a good night’s rest. He had the most busy month of his entire life. As soon as he was out of bed, he walked into the kitchen to prepare himself a cup of coffee. He looked at the world through the facade of his window and he admired the serenity that lavished his mighty home. It was empty, really empty. Sometimes, he would even hear his own echoes when he made calls. He needed people around. Despite the fact that he loved living in solitude, it was mentally exhausting. He thought about his friends, Marcus and Neil. He understood their feelings and chose to see things from their perspectives. They had every right to be angry. He never told them who he was and how he got his wealth. He wished they would understand that he despised attention and he only desired to keep his wealth a secret. How would they react if he just
Nathan flared up. He was boiling with rage. From the records he amassed, the company made over $85 million every single month from sales and over $50 million from revenue. Why then would paying staff their dues be an issue? Why should it be delayed? “What is your due, woman?” Nathan asked gently, trying not to express his anger in front of his worker. “$20,000, sir. And please, I beg of you, keep this conversation between us. If Mr. Bernard finds out I’ve spoken this way about this company, I will be kicked out for good, maybe even arrested. He is not a very pleasing man.” Emily explained. Nathan shook his head in disbelief and dissatisfaction. He had expected more. A lot of changes would be made around here. But one thing that kept him calm was the receptionist’s attitude. She just smiled through it all. She did not act like someone who took these matters hatefully. She was a good lady and deserved to be recognized. “Spill me your account details, I want to thank you for
“Hello, how may we assist you?” The officer asked David. “Oh, um.. hi. I’m David Lynch. My father is Mr. Lynch, the owner of D Royals restaurant. He owns…” “That is absolutely great, sir. Now, why are you here?” The lady in black cut Dave short quickly before he narrated his whole wealth story right there. “Ummm… I’m here with regards to a guy held hostage here. Nathan Reed. He was locked up cause he stole an expensive car.” Dave explained explicitly. The lady looked suspiciously at Dave. “Is there a problem, Mr. Lynch? You seem to be interested in this person. Are you perhaps involved in this case yourself?” The police lady asked, scheming to draw words from Dave’s mouth. “No, no. Why would you say such a thing?” he asked, feigning annoyance. “Nathan was my classmate and we were friends in college. So, I want to see him right away!” he ended in a commanding tone. The police officer grinned and gave Dave a ‘I don’t believe you’ look. “Well, Mr. Lynch, if you are Nathan’s
Ms. Johnson looked taken aback but quickly composed herself. "I’m afraid that information is confidential. Our clients’ privacy is of utmost importance." Anastasia leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "This isn’t just about privacy. We’re being publicly humiliated, and our reputations are at stake." Ms. Johnson sighed, understanding the gravity of their situation. "I understand your frustration, but our agreement with Mr. Humble Bunny is strictly confidential. I can assure you, however, that our partnership with him is legitimate and above board." Charles, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "What if we told you we believe Mr. Humble Bunny is using illegal means to undermine us? Would that change anything?" Ms. Johnson’s expression softened slightly. "If you have concrete evidence of any illegal activity, we would be obligated to investigate. But without proof, our hands are tied." Dave clenched his fists in frustration. "This isn’t over. We’ll find a way to expose him." Ms.