Adams didn't say a word and just quietly sat there, waiting for her to finish up and leave.
“Mhmm… it's because I'm not a member of the Jarrod Family. Precisely, I've never been treated as a family before. I'm just a tool for them.”Stacy was nonchalant as she spoke. Perhaps the pressure from the Jarrod family has weighed her down so much that she could no longer endure.“I was seven years old when I brought my David Jarrod into the Jarrod family from the orphanage. The main reason was that they needed me to save their daughter, Stacy Jarrod. Due to excess blood loss while giving birth, the Madamé of the Jarrod family didn't make it.The real miss of the Jarrod, Stacy Jarrod, had inherited the panda blood from her mother, thus, when she had gotten into an accident, David Jarrod couldn't save her. Panda blood was scarce in the hospital. David has offered a skyrocketing amount for whoever had panda blood. It was at thatTwo Days Later:The scandal online created the biggest uproar online. Most of the online platforms have shut down due to server breakdowns. There was only one website working, World Wide Web dot Facebook dot com.The impact was huge. No one from any of the P.R. or H. R department of the families involved was able to take down the news.The news was released at 8 pm A City Time. The perfect time when ninety-one percent of netizens of A City were online. The news blew hot, spreading across every website, and displaying on billboards and web televisions.News after news with Evidence including images taken, text, mites, Codes, name them all. No one was left unscattered. With the evidence from Natasha and the evidence from George's family, it was already enough to impeach the current president.“Why isn't nothing being done?" Hendrix George was in a panic. There were six people whose fing
As the news of Hendrix George's wrongdoings spread like wildfire, the room emptied quickly, leaving him lying on the ground alone. Samantha and Evans fled the scene, not wanting to be associated with Hendrix who is now being regarded as a disgraced businessman. As Evans and Samantha rushed out of the house, they were met with a sea of angry faces. The news of Hendrix George's wrongdoings had spread quickly, and a mob had already gathered in front of their house, demanding justice. "Hey, you're one of them!" someone shouted, pointing at Evans. "You're a part of G Corporation too! Evil Hendrix George’s son," Evans and Samantha tried to push through the crowd, but it was too dense. People were shouting and throwing things at them. "We didn't know anything!" Samantha pleaded. "We're innocent!" But the crowd wouldn't listen. "Shut the fuck up. You both are far from innocent. I doubt Hendrix George completed all those evil things alone.” "Exactly! You're right. Stone them. They
“Dad, did you do all of these?” Baxter questioned. His body quivered as the thought of the unknown flashed in his head. What will happen to him and his family now that his Dad, the breadwinner, is caught in such a terrifying scandal?“Look, it's not as it appears, I have not committed any of these atrocious things," Anthony responded but Baxter wasn't a kid any longer. He understood his father did not want to come clean.Baxter's eyes narrowed his voice firm but laced with disappointment. “Don't lie to me, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore. I know what's going on. You've been involved in some shady dealings, and now you're in trouble.”Anthony's face reddened his denial swift. “I'm telling you, son, I've done nothing wrong. I'm being framed by my enemies. They're trying to ruin my reputation and destroy our family.”Baxter scoffed, his frustration evident on his face. “Framed? Really?” He chuckled, “That's the best you've got? I'm not buying it, Dad. I've seen the news, I've read the article
Chaos erupted in front of the Green House as a sea of angry citizens gathered to protest the President's latest scandal. The streets were packed with people holding signs, chanting slogans, and demanding justice. The President's face was plastered on posters, with bold red X's marked through them.“How could you, Mr. President?” a woman shouted through a megaphone. “You're supposed to serve the people, not yourself!”The crowd roared in agreement, their voices echoing off the Green House walls. It is no longer in the past where citizens were quiet and tongue-tied, unable to protest or rebel against their president openly… This is 2024, the 21st century where anything is possible. Security guards stood helplessly at the gates, unable to contain the sheer number of protesters. Although they could tear some gas and the people campaigning against the president would run in this case, they didn't.The President, flanked by his aides, stepped out onto the balcony to address the crowd. But
Evans stood up from his cot and stretched his arms above his head, arching his back to relieve the tension. He had been in this small cell for what felt like an eternity, and he was eager to get out and stretch his legs.As he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, Evans turned to face the door. The guard unlocked it and gestured for him to come out. “Time to go, Evans,” he said gruffly.Evans nodded and stepped out of the cell, blinking in the bright light of the corridor. He was escorted by two guards, who led him down the hallway to a small interview room.As they approached the room, Evans saw Samantha being led out of her cell, flanked by two guards of her own. She looked pale and nervous, but her eyes locked onto Evans' and she smiled slightly.The guards opened the door to the interview room and gestured for Evans and Samantha to enter. They did so, followed by their respective guards, who stood watchfully by the door.Evans and Samantha sat down across from each other, thei
“Welcome, young master,”It was yet another beautiful morning in A City. With most of the dirty-hearted billionaires dead and others sentenced to terms in prison. Adams strode inside the interview room with a gracious stance. He had to maintain his steeze…“Over here,” a warder gestured to a magnificent chair that had been prepared for him in advance. Adams was pleased by the special treatment he was given. This was life… a life where he is respected and treated as he deserves.“Young Master, he'll be here soon…”As Evans was escorted out by the two guards, Adams couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in his demeanor. Gone was the arrogant and overbearing individual he had known for so long, replaced by a shell of a man who looked defeated and broken.He remembered the countless times Evans had tried to destroy him, the lies he had told, and the pain he had caused him and every single humiliation.“Ah, Evans George,” Adams said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “It's so good to s
As Evans walked away from the prison, he felt a sense of liberation wash over him. He took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze fill his lungs, and gazed out at the bustling streets. People passed by, going about their daily lives, and Evans felt a pang of envy. He had been locked away for so long, he had forgotten what it was like to be a part of society. Fortunately, these people do not recognize him. His face was covered with beards and he was dressed in the old clothes that he wore when he was arrested. Evans felt his stomach growl. A cab was already waiting for Evans at the gate. He boarded the cab that took him directly to a restaurant. Evan's stomach growled in hunger as he perceived the aroma emanating from the restaurant. A smile plastered on his face as he thought about Adams. Perhaps, if only he had treated him any better. Despite everything, Adams still added food to his schedule. As he sat down at a table, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It was as if so
***Sophia pushed open the door to Adams’ room, her eyes scanning the space with nervousness. She had to find the black system, no matter what, or else Julius would certainly not be pleased with her. Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the messy bed, the scattered clothes, and the cluttered desk. She strode over to the desk, her heart racing with fear of being caught in the act. She began to search through the drawers, her fingers rifling through papers and pens, but finding nothing. She moved on to the bookshelf, scanning the titles, but none of them seemed out of place. She even lifted the mattress, checking for any hidden compartments. But as the minutes ticked by, Sophia's search yielded nothing. No black system, no hidden files, and no clues whatsoever. She stood in the center of the room, her hands on her hips, and a scowl on her face. Where was it? She knew Adams had it. She was sure of it. Julius wouldn't lie to her, right? She immediately rejected accepting to searc