"Young Master, please a moment." Henry suddenly called the attention of Achiel. There was a track of worry pacing the corners of his face. Achiel didn't want to think much of it, but for the benefit of the doubt, he stepped aside to hear what Henry had to say. "Not to overturn what you have said, Young Master. You are wise and thoughtful. But don't you think this is too much?" Henry asked. There was a generous amount of caution idling in his voice. "Why did you say so?" Achiel asked, looking quite unamused and unbothered. "I mean, I understand that you are trying to give this Curran guy a better life. He has suffered almost all his life and has been subjected to ridicule. I understand all this and don't think it's bad to finally relieve the stress he had been saddled with all his life." Henry looked like he was struggling with the thoughts he was making into words. "You could have started this on a smaller scale, Young Master. You should have properly made him the owner of a sma
Henry's gloomy face slowly shed off the fogs as he approached the opulent castle. He drove the Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita towards the main building, which shot out exceptionally from the rest of the long building. The castle shared such a balanced qualities of both a modern and traditional castle. Not only did it surroundings scream the magnificence of newness, but the elegance and grandeur of the old era lingered on the opulence of the building. If the characteristics of the castle were to be compared to a human, then it'd be said that it looked like a gorgeous middle-aged woman whose bodily features refused to part ways with her youthful covertures Parking the car, Henry advanced towards the door, which opened right before him. Here is a quick overview of the breathtaking interior of the sweet-sixteen castle:The interior was a reflection of luxury and sophistication. Stepping into the foyer, one would be greeted by a grand chandelier that sparkles in the light. The floors were ma
"Mother, he is just bluffing. That bastard is bluffing and can not do shit!!!" Harold yawped. "What are you talking about, Harold?! Are you sure that you were in your right mind when that jerk was here?" Marion tackled. "Are you trying to tell me to cower? Is that your lovely advice? To cower like a cornered animal because of that bastard?" Harold wasn't ready to back down. "That's not the point, but calling it a bluff defeats the whole purpose. One thing is the fact that he walked in on us after disappearing for several days. But leaving such scary threats on top that?" Marion's voice was laboured. It was evident in his tone that he was scared. "I bet that was what he came here to do." Harold asserted as though he had let his intrusive thought win. "What are you talking about?" Marion quizzed, creating a keener eye contact. "That jerk must have come here to create a scene. He hired a bodyguard who had been trained to say nonsense. That bodyguard matched up to the task and deliv
Madam and her two sons hurried into the White Hall. Though they had been told over the phone that families were waiting on them, yet Madam looked a little stunned to see everyone awaiting their arrival. It was quiet and lifeless in the hall until they stepped in. Stepping in, there was a wave of soft chatter that swept across the hall. Haunting stares were thrown in their direction. Madam's first gaze picked someone. Hannah, her daughter. She was already standing not far from Grandma. Unlike before, when there was a secluded spot for her family to settle in, there was nothing in sight. "All of you, over here." A voice called. It wasn't Grandmother who had called. It was Laura, Doris's mother. "All of us?" Harold muttered, trying to make an absolute meaning. They reluctantly walked to the spot, which was next to Laura. They joined Hannah, who was already waiting for them. There was a pool of sweat idling in the corner of Hannah's temple. "Where have you been?" Madam asked in a
"Who is that?""Who is she?""I don't think I have seen her before."A couple of people were confused. Most of them didn't know who this new girl was. She looked well and fine, but she was dressed in a simple gown. She looked beautiful and neat, yet simple and unimportant. "You!" Harold exclaimed.When Harold exclaimed, everyone got even more invested. Most of the other families didn't know the maid. It was natural. They could only know the family members of Madam's family. Maids weren't important. They weren't even seen as humans by these aristocratic families!Since most of them were bought instead of hired. Madam didn't really look at the door when Achiel pointed. She was still stunned by Achiel's audacity and the things that he had said. But now that her son, Harold, had exclaimed, she flung her head in the direction. Her maid was walking towards them. Unlike before, she looked brighter and warmer. She got to Laura and bowed. Then she turned to Grandmother and bowed too. Afte
Madam wished for the floor to pave beneath her and gobble her up. Harold's bewildered face continued to broaden to house a wider range of shock. Marion wasn't really good at expressing his reactions. Derek had scarcely walked to join Achiel when suddenly, Hannah strutted towards him. "Derek? What the hell are you doing here? What brought you here?" Hannah asked, her wild eyes running across Derek's unamused face. Derek didn't answer her. Instead, he took a glance at Madam, who was still trying to solve the puzzle. There were so many questions that shot up in her mind. Derek and Achiel? How? "Talk to me, Derek! What is happening? You didn't tell me that you'd be here? What are you doing going to meet Achiel?" Hannah was trying all her best to understand the situation. But it seemed like the more she tried, the clueless she was. "What is this?" Laura suddenly called. Everyone in the hall was equally stunned. The only person who had everything under control was Achiel. Achiel knew
A couple of days ago, Achiel had met with Derek in a public garden. Achiel had met him to discuss with him the article that Derek had wanted to publish. Derek had wanted to publish an article about Miss Zoe having an affair with her new boss. He wanted to create a scandal. A scandal that would help bring his company back into the business world. Achiel had decided to discourage him. "I used to think that you were smart, Derek. But you are no different from Harold and his shitty brother." Achiel had mocked. "You shut the fuck up, scumbag! Or is it a trash bag?! Isn't that your title?" Derek had retorted, with a corny smile. "That they call me a trash bag doesn't mean I am that. But I mean, you are a different story. The way you think and address situations screams how dull you are." "You fucking piece of shit. I don't even know why I'm standing here with you?" Derek became furious and decided to leave. "I have a proposal for you." Achiel called him back. Derek had stopped walkin
All jaws dropped to the floor. Everyone was crushed to smithereens by confusion. Everyone was taken aback, knocked for a loop, stunned speechless, gobsmacked, flabbergasted, thunderstruck, dumbfounded,in disbelief, astounded, overwhelmed, and.... (words elude)The video was proof enough! What is grandmother doing? Why did she suddenly slap Achiel? What in the world!!!"Is this family a joke to you! Ah! Achiel! Is this family a joke to you? After all this family did for you?!!!" Grandmother raved in utmost rage. When Harold heard and saw this, his accelerated heartbeat slowly calmed. He suddenly became hopeful. Even Madam had just snapped out of a long trance.Was Grandma trying to ignore everything that Achiel had just said, looking away from the claims of the maids and proofs presented by Derek? None of the people could tell what was happening. Achiel was broken into confetti by the hammer of confusion. He could do nothing but stare inquisitively and bewildered at Grandma. "How c