In less than a second, security came rushing towards Gary and this dude because of the commotion this guy was creating, and Gary quickly stood in a defensive position, ready to take care of whoever dared to attack him if things went awry. “What is going on here?” The security guard asked angrily as he stopped right next to Gary. “This thief stole someone’s invitation to the club and is using it to get access and benefits of the membership. I suggest that you arrest him!” The guy barked, pointing an accusing finger at Gary. “Sir, you are.” “We all know he’s Sandra’s, cheating, good for nothing, ex-stay-at-home husband. There’s no way he can afford to get into such a club… Hell, I have been trying to get into that club for years now.” “Just-” And you think this idiot here can get in?! He must have stolen that from someone else or he used a fake one. Either way, I demand the arrest of this criminal!”Frowning, Gary clutched his fist as he glared at the man, then mumbled beneath his
The room was quiet for a while, and Gary studied Bryan’s eyes, wondering if he was someone he wanted to risk the act of working with.He had only arrived in South Hill a few days ago, several things had happened. And now a guy right in front of him who had showed up at the supermarket was asking him to work with him.The same guy had claimed knowing Gary, but then Gary never knew him.For a moment, could it be a set up?With the new life he was building with Laura, he wanted nothing at all to destroy it.After a brief silence, Bryan broke the silence.“Understandable, and I respect your decision… But if I am not involved in some deep shit?” Bryan asked, arching a brow challengingly. His thoughts revolving around his reputation again, Gary hesitated, but then he remembered something, furrowed his brows slightly, faced Bryan and said, “Then you got yourself a deal.” “Well, I can drink to that,” Bryan said with a small smile as he picked up Gary’s glass and reached it out to him.Howev
The sound of hums echoed from the kitchen as James bobbed his head to the beat of the music in his mind while frying the eggs.“James, I feel healthy enough now to cook for you guys. My pains have disappeared and I’m whole. So I can cook.”“You shouldn‘t be in the kitchen.” Mrs Gilbert concluded as she walked toward him with a smile on her face.“I know… I might be rich, but at least I'm not married yet, so I can still handle my own meals.” He turned towards her and said, “Let me remember to add this, I'm also a chef.”, I was a chef…” James blurted out.“You are wealthy, but why then should you be working on cooking your meals? Aren't you supposed to have a number of people currently working and attending to your meals?” Mrs Gilbert was surprised. Never had she witnessed such a level of humility. Those who were rich always made sure they trampled on the poor. But so far she witnessed between Gary and his friends, it had been a lot of humility. “Yea, you can say that again Mrs Gilber
A frown crossed Mrs Gilbert’s face when she snapped out of her shocked state and mumbled stiffly,” Sandra… What are you doing here?”Of course, she wasn’t excited about seeing her since the incident at the hospital. Someone who had created a scandal with her daughter's name.Mrs Gilbert looked around in fear, trying to look for anything she could lay her hand on just in case, Sandra raised any mischief.“Can I come in?!” Sandra asked impatiently, seeing that Mrs Gilbert was blocking her way. Although she wasn’t someone who liked confrontation, she knew if Fallon knew Sandra is here, it would stress her daughter up, and the fact that she was sick, the last thing Mrs Gilbert wanted was to see her daughter upset or her headache worsen.“I am sorry… but whatever you have to say, tell it to my face, right out here.” Mrs Gilbert uttered firmly, trying to sound as intimidating as possible because she didn’t want Sandra arguing with her about this.But just like the brat that she was, a fain
Sandra sped through the huge open gate, and drove through the yard, into the garage, and then Sandra hit the brake pedal hard. She had to hit the available flight back to North Hill just to get some issues settled.Her little interaction with Gary had her in all her feelings, and her mood was a mess as she pushed the car door open and stepped out onto the concrete of the front walk. In front of her was a two-stories, enormous fancy mansion with glass panes and a white wraparound porch. Palm trees were lining the driveway and an immaculate flower bed was along the side. It showed how much the Larson had put into renovating their building in the recent time. However, to her, none of that concerned her if not for the pending issue she had at hand.The frown she had on didn’t leave her face even after she got to the front door of the mansion and hit the doorbell.As she was about to ring it for the second time, someone opened the door, and she was met by a tall man in his late sixties
A gentle knock on the door made Mr Bamford look up from the case file on his desk and stared ahead, calling out, “Come in.”When the door opened, his secretary Kirby entered his office with a soft smile, saying, “Sir, there‘s a visitor for you.”“‘Who?” Mr Bamford replied without looking up from the case file, still reading through the information about the crime he was currently investigating.“Madam Alora,” The pen in his hand dropped on the sheet as he lifted his head slightly to glance at his secretary with an eyebrow raised.Then he rested back in his seat and sighed softly, “Send her in,”“Yes, sir,” Kirby said with a nod.Silently, Mr Bamford watched her walk out of his office and waited until she closed his door before turning his attention back to the papers on his desk.A couple of minutes went by, and then the door opened again, this time to reveal Mrs Haye. She had her hands tucked into the front pockets of her black fluffy coat as she stepped inside before closing the doo
The sound of her room door opening made Fallon raise her head off the pillow and gazed at her mother, standing in the doorway, smiling at her. “Can I come in?” Mrs Gilbert asked cheerfully, closing the door behind her and stepping inside the room.Slowly, Fallon sat up from the bed, hugging her knees as she rested her head on her kneecaps, feeling a sense of sadness welling up within her as she watched her mother approach her with a warm smile and sit down beside her on the edge of the mattress.“James made chicken soup for dinner with rice and vegetables.” Mrs Gilbert told her kindly.Shaking her head slowly, Fallon said with a sad smile, “I‘m too full already, Mama.You should go ahead and eat without me.”“Fallon, you have been here all day. You missed breakfast and now you're trying to skip dinner?!""You have barely put much in your stomach. That‘s not healthy!” Mrs Gilbert chided her, gently squeezing Fallon‘s hands. One look at her mother and Fallon could see her concern clear
The dining hall was eerily quiet as everybody slowly digested what Alora had revealed. “A man like Bryan Checks is getting involved with our family?” Kyle, Alora's first son, Sandra's father questioned, frowning slightly.“Why? How can a man like that possibly be interested in helping Fallon and Gilbert though?!” another person exclaimed angrily, clenching and unclenching his fists, feeling angered and confused.Looking at Alora, Raphael frowned slightly at the stress he saw in his grandmother's eyes and mumbled, “He is someone that never just gets involved with people without ulterior motives! He loves money and power… nothing else matters to him.” “Money, power, and women,” Clarie, Raphael's mother added.“What?”“We are all missing the bigger picture here. Fallon is a woman. Bryan is a man. Men usually get protective over the one they are interested in and would do whatever it takes to keep them protected no matter what, right mom?”It was like a light bulb switched on in Alora‘
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The door to the lobby finally opened, and Mr. Bamford walked in with twelve police officers following closely behind him.Silence completely took over the lobby of the building and only the sound of their boots could be heard hitting the tiles as they walked over to where Gary was.The tears in Fallon’s eyes immediately stopped, and a sense of confusion flooded every part of her mind as her eyes followed the officers until they stood in front of her husband and the other five officers."Chief! What are you doing here?” One of the five officers asked with worry evident in his voice. The other four looked just as confused as him, and fear started creeping its way on their faces after the chief didn’t reply immediately.Meeting Gary’s eyes and his bloodstained nose, Mr. Bamford frowned, dragging his gaze down to Gary’s hands locked behind his back, and said, “Uncuff him now!”The firmness in his tone caused Fallon’s eyes to widen with a shocked expression, she opened her mouth, but no wo
The anger that ate at Gary slowly faded, and he looked back to see his wife staring calmly at him, and yet, he couldn‘t stop caring for what she was thinking at that moment about him.Sighing, Gary looked back at Kyle and scoffed, letting go of his collar, causing his back to hit the tile, and a cry escaped his throat.Kyle lay on the floor, holding his chest, crying and moaning, shaking his head as he tried desperately to hold in his sobbing, the room became so quiet that the sound of a pin drop could‘ve been heard.Everyone was shocked by what was happening in the lobby, and Ciara‘s hands were trembling as she tried to remember the police number, her mind a mess.“Ciara! Have you called the police yet?!” Kyle cried in rage as the pain from his face intensified because of the volume of his voice, and he moaned out, “Ciara!”“Yes sir, I‘m sorry sir, um, I need help here...” Ciara stammered with a shaky tone.“What help?”“Umm… What‘s the police number?”“What the hell, Ciara!!”His sw
As the security guards approached Gary and the others, Tom calmly took out a file from his briefcase and looked back at Kyle and the investors.“Well, I am a lawyer with a couple of degrees, including Doctor of Juridical Science degree, and this is a valid will that both Mr. Larsons and the law enforcement officials‘ signatures are on, which proves everything that Fallon has told you guys, that this company is now under her management,” Tom explained calmly, taking out the document and showing it to the investors.“I have worked with Morgan before, and that is definitely his signature on this paper. He‘s a man of honor, and so am I,” Mr. Walker immediately stated, glaring at Kyle.The security reached the scene but immediately stopped out of confusion, seeing that no one was attacking Kyle and just stood there looking at each other.“It could be a fraud! Who knows...” Kyle answered, shrugging nonchalantly.“But we do know. You just blurted out that you thought the will got destroyed a
Gazing intensely into the bathroom mirror, Gary reached for his toothbrush but then paused as a memory of Lawyers Morgans‘ words kept replaying in his head, the looks on his face when he said those words, and the way his body reacted a bit nervously to question about the will.Immediately, he grabbed his phone off the sink and scrolled for Tom‘s number until he got to it, dialing it.After ringing his number, the call got answered and Tom‘s voice popped up through the speaker, “Good morning, Boss...”“I need us to discuss something important later on today," Gary said as he watched the bathroom door reflection in the mirror slowly pushed open, and Fallon popped her head inside. Thankfully, he was tying a towel around his waist.“I'll be on my way then."“Good, we will wait on you guys before we leave, so be here by nine.”Wondering who her he was talking to so seriously at seven in the morning, Fallon reached her hands around his waist and kissed his bare back, resting her head flat a
A look of fear entered Morgan’ eyes, his expression twisting with anxiety, terror, and helplessness as he and Gary continued to stare at each other. “Which will?” Mr. Morgan finally questioned. “The will that Mr. Larson left Fallon,” Gary stated plainly, averting his gaze to stare straight into the old man’s eyes, daring him to try and lie.“Whi-cho-ne…?” Mr. Morgan murmured, barely audible for anyone to hear.Then he saw Gary’s brows furrowing, and he knew that he was getting impatient as his eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward slightly in his chair.“Don’t act like a dummy with me… speak louder.” Gary uttered in a stiff tone.Immediately, Morgan’ face turned pale, his body tensing, and then his eyes widened as he blurted out, “Oooh! Oh!! Do you mean the will Alora gave Fallon the night of Mr. Larson’s death anniversary party?!”“Is there another will for Fallon?” Gary asked as he raised his eyebrows.“No! No… no… I was just scared and my mind took its time to process everything.”
The words that Gary said to Jeremy never left Fallon’s thoughts, even though the morning was now evening, and Gary was sleeping.Adjusting her head on his warm chest, Fallon looked at him, just staring, allowing her thoughts to run wild in her head, as she listened to his heart beating, feeling his chest rise and falling, listening to his breathing.‘What package were you talking about?’ Fallon wondered as she bit her lower lip, thinking furiously.All of a sudden, she heard his phone go off, causing Garyto shift slightly on the bed, hugging onto her waist tightly, and burying his face deeper into her neck “Gary, your phone,” Fallon whispered, feeling reluctant to wake him and yet, also wanting an answer.“Hmm…” He mumbled sleepily, his voice barely audible.“Your phone…,” Fallon repeated, her tone a lot louder than a few minutes ago as she tried again to shake him awake.Finally, Gary opened his eyes, blinking slowly for several seconds. After a few more seconds he seemed to register
Anger immediately started to rise inside of her as Fallon glared at Alora with a look of pure hatred, and without even realising it, she blurted. “Grandpa left that company for me, and you can’t just take what he gave to me away!” A faint chuckle escaped Alora’s throat as she gazed down at her granddaughter, before she replied. “Oh yes, I can… you know, I thought you were getting married to this… this human being because you want to own something in this family and be a part of us…” A pause followed her words as she watched Fallon’s eyes for a sign of fear and submission and when she saw a slight flicker of emotion in her step granddaughter’s eyes, she smiled, knowing that she managed to hit Fallon’s weak spot. “I will not tolerate the disrespect I am seeing from you, Fallon, and since that’s how you want to behave, I am taking this opportunity to let you know you aren’t fit to take over any of the family business. I don’t need an arrogant, selfish, and prideful woman who does not
The dull morning light in her face with her body wrapped into Gary’s arms, Fallon just stared at him, his lashes, the details of his lips, unable to look away. Her hand rested on his cheek, and looked at his shut eyes, stroking his skin lightly as she felt her breathing become slow and steady. “I know it was just nonsense that she said, but I still can’t get her words out of my head…” Fallon whispered, leaning in closer until there were no more inches between them, their breaths mingling together. “What can’t you get out of your head?” Gary asked, his voice low and soothing as his eyelids slowly opened.Not expecting him to even be awake, Fallon froze, trying desperately to think of something, anything because she didn’t want to tell him about the conversation between Sandra and her.“Nothing,” Fallon quickly replied, pulling her face back, feeling a heat rise to her cheeks. “It’s nothing. You should go back to sleep. Yesterday was hectic, and my crying kept you up late.” “Fallon,