It would never be a new thing to Gary that Brenda actually met a man she was willing to get married to in just a few weeks after their divorce. It only spelt one thing to him, that she actually was flirting with the man while they were still married. However that was just none of his concern anymore, at least they were now divorced and separated.When she said was going to introduce her new man to him, he had no other one in mind than Kyle. Therefore, a look at the person from afar off, the race looked familiar, not until he loved closer and Gary realized it was never Kylie but another person."Here, Gary, meet my new man. The man who would never in this world joke with me, or take me for another, or make me suffer because he is actually super rich! Compared to some beggar I got married to before."Super rich! Oh that explained it all. Gary said to himself. If the young man were never richer than Kylie she would never in this world be with him.He had discovered that she was truly a
"Where am I?" Gary groaned, after he felt his head pounding as he slowly opened his eyes. He looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar and dimly lit room. Panic and fear slowly crept in as he tried to move his hands and realized that they were tied behind his back.One of the men stepped forward, a look of disdain on his face which was hidden behind the ski mask."You're in our little hideaway," the man said, grinning.Who are you? What do you want from me?” Gary demanded, his voice shaking with fear.“We don’t want anything from you. We were just paid to take you.”“Paid by who? You have to tell me!” Gary pleaded.The kidnapper remained silent, his eyes cold and unfeeling. Without warning, he struck Gary across the face, causing him to fall to the ground.“Don’t ask questions, just shut up and do as you’re told,” the kidnapper snarled.Over the next few hours, Gary was subjected to a barrage of physical and emotional abuse. He was kicked, punched, and threatened with a knife.
Gary groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. His head throbbed painfully, a reminder of the brutal beating that had landed him in this unfamiliar street. He tried to sit up, but his hands were bound tightly behind his back. Panic set in as he realized the severity of his situation. He needed to call for help.Fumbling in his pocket, he managed to retrieve his phone. His fingers trembled as he dialed the number of Steve. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he waited for Steve to pick up."Hello, young master? Is that you?" Steve's voice came through the phone, confused.Gary let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, Steve, it's me. I'm in trouble. I've been kidnapped and I don't know where I am. Please help me!"Steve was shocked. He had been trying to reach Gary for hours, but his phone had been switched off. "Young master, listen to me. I'm on my way. I need you to stay on the phone with me, alright? Keep talking to me, tell me everything you can about where you are."Gary tried
After two days of waiting, Gary slowly opened his eyes, groggy and disoriented. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his body. He looked around the room, and everything was hazy. The only sound he could hear was the beeping sound of a life support machine.Steve, who was seated next to his bed, noticed his movement and rushed to his side."Young master, you're awake!" Steve exclaimed with joy.Gary looked at Steve, and a sudden wave of memories flooded his mind. He remembered the incident and how he had been saved by Steve, but then he was surprised about where he currently is."Steve, where am I?" Gary asked, struggling to speak."You're in the hospital, young master," Steve replied, his voice laced with relief.At that moment, Gary also slowly turned his head and saw the doctor walking towards him. The doctor checked his vitals and made sure that his body was stabilized."How are you feeling, Mr. Gary?" The doctor asked."I'm feeling weak, but I think I'm getting well."
While he argued with the receptionist, he saw Mr Richardson descend with his bodyguards who were numbered in four. Dressed in black suits and dark glasses and were heading towards the exit. He therefore ran up and caught up with them immediately.However, they stepped forward to intercept him, but he didn't slow down. "Excuse me, gentlemen," he gasped out. "I need to speak with Mr. Richardson immediately."The guards exchanged a glance, but before they could make a move, Mr Richardson stopped and took a glance back.For unknown reason, Richardson asked the guards to leave him. Then Mr Johnson repeated again."I'll like to speak to you, it's quite important. I'm from ZR Biotech."Alright, let's see in my office."Richardson let the way and from the receptionist desk, she sighed at the fact that Mr Richardson didn't scold her or sack her for the presence of Mr Johnson, it seemed as though he were in a good mood.Mr. Johnson practically stumbled into the spacious office, still catching h
Back at the hospital, Gary sat in his hospital bed. His condition had finally improved and he was ready to get discharged.He anxiously waited for the doctor to arrive. He had been in the hospital for what felt like an eternity, and he was eager to go home. If not for anything, but at least for his work.Several reports he got from Winfield were not appealing. He needed to resume to see things for himself, not just what he was hearing.While he was at this, looking troubled, Steve sat by his side, trying to keep him calm.Suddenly, the door opened and in walked the doctor, a clipboard in his hand. "Good morning, Mr Gary. How are you feeling today?" he asked with a smile."I'm better than before, all thanks to you," Gary replied with a deep frown. He had grown tired of the doctor walking in and asking him questions as regards his health.He felt there were better places he needed to be other than remain within the four walls of an hospital. Hence without thinking twice, he asked. "Wh
Returning back to his place of office felt a little strange once again to Gary, but this time around, it was backed up by a determination within himself.Gary made use of the elevators, and soon enough, he was at the 12th floor where his office was located.Immediately upon entering his office, Winifield greeted him with a warm smile and a bow. "Welcome back, Mr Carter. It's good to have you back in the office," Winifield said."Thank you, Winifield. It's good to be back," Gary replied, taking a seat behind his desk."So, what can I help you with today?" Winifield asked."I need you to schedule a meeting with the account team immediately. I want to know where issues are arising from and causing the company a setback," Gary replied firmly."I'll get that done right away, boss." Winifield nodded and quickly got to work, pulling out his planner and flipping through the pages. "Mr Carter, how about I schedule a meeting for this afternoon at 2:00 PM. Does that work for you?""Yes, that's
Gary sat at his desk, flipping through the pages of the document that lay before him. He had read it twice already, but something about it just wasn't sitting right. He furrowed his brow and read through the paragraph again, scanning each line for any hint of what was bothering him.As he reached the signature line, his eyes narrowed. He had spotted something earlier, but had dismissed it as a minor detail. Now, however, he realized it could be the key to understanding what was wrong with the document.He leaned closer to the paper, squinting as he studied the signature. "What is it?" he muttered to himself.Suddenly, the door to his office opened and Winifield walked in. "Boss, the board of directors is requesting a meeting with you," she said, her voice urgent.Gary looked up at him, his mind still trying to process the document in front of him. "Now? I can't do it now, I have too much to do," he replied, his tone frustrated."But they say it's urgent," Winifield insisted.Gary sig