Before Liana hung up, she urged Chris to open the package she sent but Chris was reluctant. He didn't narrate to her what transpired between him and Richard as he was in a hurry to hang up.He dropped his phone on the ground, heaving a sigh as his eyes met with the package. Chris stood up and walked to where he kept the package, the package looked suspicious so he had to stand his ground and he took it and placed it on the stool, beads of sweat formed on his head as his hands shook while he was trying to open it."Hope it's something good." He muttered inwardly.With his eyes closed, Chris opened that package, but immediately he was about to get a glance at its content, the buzzing sound of his phone disrupted his motive.The caller id was unknown but when he answered the phone, his grandfather's voice resounded in his ears."Christopher, you need to move out of that house." The old man's voice was loud and firm.Chris face palmed himself as he sighed in frustration. "Why the rush, s
A deep frown settled on Chris's face when he turned around and found Liana behind him, panting as her attempts on trying to hijack him failed. The latter had a black mask on, trying to conceal her identity."What the fuck? Are you okay? You keep stalking me." Chris yelled, raising his hand."Do you want to hit me? Go ahead and do it." Liana said, removing the face mask she had. "You didn't read the letter I wrote to you, did you?"Chris leaned on the wall, the frown on his face still intact, he folded his arms as he threw shades at her, his gaze not leaving hers. "What letter?""I sent you a package. You didn't even open it even when I called you to." Liana said disappointment etched on her voice."Hmm." Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't want to spend so much time with her as he knew his grandfather's men were waiting for him. He brought out his phone checking the time. "Do you have anything to say? Make it snappy."Liana clenched her fist beside her. What was he trying
The drive to the Chairman's mansion was long and tiring. Chris unknowingly slept off on one of the men sitting beside his shoulder. He was woken up by the buzzing sound of a ringing phone."I'm sorry to disturb your slumber. The chairman wants to speak with you." The man sitting opposite him said as he handed over the phone to Chris.Chris cleared his throat and wiped the saliva that was at the corner of his mouth with the back of his palm. The man sitting beside him used a handkerchief to wipe the little sweat and saliva from Chris off his shoulder but Chris wasn't aware of his actions.The Chairman's voice resounded in his ears, everyone seated was silent and the car stopped moving. "My very own grandson, how's the ride?" Came the chairman's voice."It's a boring one but I'm good," Chris said, shifting his gaze to the window.His grandfather laughed over the phone. "I like you for your honesty. My men aren't the type to engage in conversations but rest assured they're good people."
Coldie's revelation made cold shivers run down the receptionist's spine. Chris stood beside Coldie who was quite hefty than him or even more hefty, he had a a scornful smile plastered on his face.The receptionist's eyes darted on Chris in disbelief. "The grandson of the chairman?" She asked in doubt, her voice shaky.Coldie nodded in response and gave her a strict warning not to bash their young master and if she does, she'll be fired from her job and the chairman would make sure she doesn't get any job in the future.The receptionist pleaded. "I'm so sorry, I never knew he's the Chairman's grandson.""Don't judge a book by its cover." Chris managed to say. He needed to get out of his haggard clothes and get something expensive for himself. The receptionist continued with her apology. Christopher was eager to let what happened slide because he knew it wasn't her fault. If only he had dressed elegantly just like Coldie and the others had.Coldie asked for the staff to show them to the
The sun flickered through Chris's room, reminding him it was time to start another day. He shrugged his shoulders, yawning as he examined the room only to find a pile of clothes arranged on the chair beside the bed.Chris's eyes widened in awe, he remembered his discussion with Coldie the previous night and how he wanted a good set of casual clothes and there it was but how did they manage to get it overnight?He stood up and walked up to the chair, grabbed a shirt, and inhaled it to know if it had been used or not. Just then, he heard a knock on the door and gestured for the person to come in, still sniffing on the shirt.Coldie walked inside the room already prepared for the day, he caught up with Chris's act and furrowed his brows, pinching the space between his brows."Sir, rest assured, the clothes are all new and of great quality. They are pretty expensive so you'll need to pick the best out of it. There are plenty of clothes just for you in the mansion." Coldie informed."What
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally arrived at the mansion walls. The driver informed everyone seated in the car that they'd finally arrived and Chris couldn't hide the immersed joy he was feeling inside.Everyone got out of the car, and after Coldie was Chris couldn't help but examine the spacious surroundings.Just how rich can someone be to own this kind of mansion? It was screaming luxury. Coldie allowed Chris to take his time filling his eyes with the luxury that was in front of him."My mom shouldn't have married my father since she could have just married an elite." Chris blurted out as his eyes were glued to the mansion walls in astonishment. "I wouldn't be suffering if she hadn't gotten married to my dad.""And you wouldn't have been born," Coldie said to Chris in awe as he wasn't expecting Coldie's comeback.Before he could say anything, he saw his grandfather coming out of the entrance of the main building, with some men following him from behind. His grandfath
"Young master, this is your room," Coldie informed as he pushed the oak door open. They both went inside and Chris was welcomed by a large luxurious room that had a spacious king-sized bed sitting at the right corner, heavily guarded with curtains.Chris just couldn't get enough of the luxury he was seeing. He wondered the source of his grandfather's wealth and just a large company can't make him this rich. He walked up to the bed, opened the curtain, and sat on the cozy soft bed, he couldn't help but bounce on it as the softness of the bed was mesmerizing and couldn't be compared to the solid bed he slept in his father's house."Soft." He said. This was unlike any rooms he had seen before even the bedrooms in movies weren't as spacious as this. Everywhere in the mansion was heavily guarded even the bed making him curious but hid his curiosity himself."I know you're wondering why a bed would be guarded by curtains but it's just a style," Coldie said to him with a straight face, unbot
Twenty Eight Years AgoA woman in her mid-twenties ran gracefully in the hallway, holding onto her long gown to save her from falling on the titled ground. Her hair followed the rhythm of the breeze as her ocean eyes sparkled each time a smile crept on her face. She descended the grand stairs, heading towards the sitting room where she knew her father would be."Father." She called as she hastily ran to the sitting room, halting in front of the door while she peeped through the slightly opened door and found her father conversing with a foreign man about something she didn't know as they spoke in a foreign language.She placed her hand on her chest and felt her heartbeat accelerating. "I need to tell him about it, once and for all." She muttered under her breath. After waiting for some minutes, she peeped again and found her father waving goodbye to the foreigner. "It's time." She said her voice barely above a whisper.Once her father was seated, she gently opened the oak door, tipto