2024-11-13 16:12:23Amidst the unprecedented disarrayed twist of Michael's epic response, a certain man in his late fifties sprinted through the back entrance of the hall and made his way toward the stage.
“I’m… I'm sorry for being late. I had an emergency at the last second,” he managed to spill out while still catching his breath. He stared around the hall and beheld different faces in undefined countenances. “Why does everyone seem stunned?” “Where is Michael? Didn't he make it for the tenth anniversary?” he continually inquired as he drew closer to the Augustine family who were still rattled. Madam Catherine drew a breath with somewhat curved lips. “He just exited the hall… there's something weird about–” she was still in words when she hastily got interrupted. “I don't care whatever! Has he been divorced?” Barr. Frederick proactively expressed. “Yes… he has…although there was something strange about…” Michelle responded in a stuttering aura as she was unable to wrap her head around how her ex-husband pulled off the divorce stunt differently from the original plan. “We did as you hinted; he was decisively humiliated in front of the esteemed invitees while the news of Michelle's pregnancy hit hard on his perplexed face.” “But…” Madam Catherine gutted out with a hitch of breath as she was still in disbelief at her ex-son-in-law's abrupt masterpiece before storming off. Barr. Frederick had been Augustine's family lawyer for almost two decades. Why was he bent on Michael Scofield being divorced? “I'm afraid we would most likely have a bigger problem…” he retorted while he flashed a problematic stare at them. Immediately a thick voice crept out. “What happened? He's out of our lives. My husband is sick and wouldn't even know his favorite boy that he forced on us had gone!” “Speak up Barrister!” Her voice heightened as her fingers gestured her words. “We can't talk about this on the stage. Let's reconvene at backstage.” Madam Catherine winked at Genevieve, one of the customer service representatives of Charleston Park Shopping Mall, who nodded in response as she understood she'd need to keep the event flowing while the Augustine family was temporarily excused. Marshall swiftly dressed aside to create privacy as he guessed whatever the lawyer intended to disclose should first pass through his fiance and her mother. “I haven't been completely explicit about Michael’s situation. I'm afraid something permanent must be done about him.” “Public humiliation and the divorce game wouldn't suffice,” he promptly voiced out, his voice low but threatening. “What the hell are you talking about? I'm getting married to Marshall within two months. Why should I be worried about that useless pauper? He became my past the moment we got divorced!” She instantaneously chipped in, her eyes gleamed for prompt answers. Barr. Frederick calmly drew closer to them and whispered a few quivering words to their attuned eardrums which got their eyes bulging out in shocking disbelief. “What! Oh my God!” “You knew about that all along and didn't say a word!?” “Not even an ounce of information! My heaven's!” Madam Catherine viciously yelled at him. “I thought I could salvage the situation. Michelle, your ex-husband, would pose a serious threat in the future as long as he still breathes. Something permanent must be done.” “It’s now or never! Michael Scofield, your ex-husband must be permanently eliminated! The clock is ticking dangerously!” Barr. Frederick alerted in a menacing tone. “Gosh!” Michelle voiced out, her eyes widened in perplexity. “Do you have ultimate contacts that would do clean untraceable jobs? I can't wait to see him meet his Waterloo and be gone forever,” she snorted as a grip of hatred overwhelmed her pounding chest. “I–” he was still in speech when Madam Catherine swiftly interrupted him. “Save your breath, Barrister, I've got this covered.” “Michael would most definitely be confirmed dead tonight. He won't escape our scornful wrath,” she dangerously uttered; underneath her subtle tone lurked a devilish mastermind. **** It's been thirty minutes since Michael stormed out of the hall and dashed into the lonely, rainy, cold street with complicated thoughts enthralling his sensory organs. ‘I’m sorry Mr. Charleston. Your daughter gave me no other choice but to walk away. I wish you hadn't fallen sick; all this demeaning drama wouldn't have occurred,’ he inwardly gutted as he pondered nonstop. While still entrapped in internal monologue, a black truck viciously swerved across the right path where he restlessly positioned. Within moments, a group of five dangerously looking men stormed on his anguished face. He swiftly read through their body gestures and knew there was a deadly execution brewing. He instantly swallowed in and held firmly to his sharp breath. Within five seconds, he fastened his tracks and quickly took to his heels, his legs vigorously thudding on the lonely slippery road. “Help!” He bawled out with eyes widened in horror as they furiously chased after him. “They’re after me!” “Help me!…”
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