James stared at his phone and his features darkened. He squeezed the phone in his hand then flung it across the room with a growl. "Bastard! I swear I will kill you, Declan King!"James seethed, his chest rising and falling in rage. What was Declan? A human or beast? He had just received the photos of his best men all beaten up to pulp and in pain. "This is not the end." James braced himself, adjusting his shirt. Declan may have killed his men, but James had more odds against Declan. He reminded himself that Declan was charged with arson and attempted murder and would be thrown behind bars soon. Declan should even be behind bars at the moment if not for the Influence of the Ashers."It's just a matter of time." James assured himself trying to breath. He retired to bed that night with a heavy heart. The next day was the launching of the B11 medicine at the Livingston's pharmaceutical. Dignified business men and women from all over the world were invited and present. "Welcome ladie
"Is there a problem?" Mandy asked, reading the change in Declan's countenance. "I hope not. I have to go now." He gave her a side hug and dashed out. "Wait!" Declan arrived at the hospital shortly. He went into the Williams ward and Saw May seated beside her mother. "Are they alright?" May turned on hearing Declan's voice. Her face immediately broke into a bright smile. "You're here." She got up and walked up to him. "They are still in coma but the doctors think they will wake up soon. They observed some positive changes since the last time you came." "Oh. That's great news." Declan beamed her a smile at her in relief. He was worried something bad might have happened. "I'm sorry I didn't come earlier, had a serious issue to deal it." Declan walked past May as he spoke to take a look at her mom and sister. Their pulse rate has improved, compared to the last time. "I saw." May stated, her gaze falling on her fingers. She was embarrassed by what she was about to say. "Hu
"Following the arrest of the only surviving son of Chris Livingston of Livingston pharmaceutical, the Company losses . The" Mandy punched the off button on the remote and cut off the voice of the presenter. She picked up her wine glass from the table and turned to Declan. "Cheers?" "Cheers" They clinked their glasses together and took a long satisfied sip from their wine. "Ahh... Now this is what victory feels like." "Are you that impressed?" Declan asked with a knowing smile. "It feels so good. That scumbag got what he deserved. How could he do that to innocent people? He should be locked away for the rest of his life." Declan smiled and walked to the window. He was surely impressed by the outcome of the stunt he pulled. Not only was James arrested, their Company may never be able to recover from the loss. But deep down, Declan knew there was more to be done. He must find out the person responsible for the production of the substance Clara and Ashley were drugged with.
The drive back to the Ashers' residence was a quiet one. Declan's focus was on the road like his life depended on it. Mandy would spare quick glances his way at intervals. His expression was stoic, giving nothing about how he felt away. "Are you okay?" Mandy finally broke the silence. "Yeah. Why?" Mandy bit her lower lip, not sure if she should thread in the part of her thoughts. "What happened in there, is that how you've always lived? I mean, I know you all were not on the best of terms but never in my wildest dream did I imagine that it was that bad." Declan's grip tightened on the steering but was loosened, almost as fast as it happened. "I don't know what you mean but trust me it's nothing. She's properly not in her full mindset yet." Mandy opened her mouth to say something but closed it. She blinked, not believing that Declan would defend Clara after her ungratefulness and disregard of his effort. "When are you finalizing the divorce?" The question came as a shock
"Hmm...." Bench stood up and started to walk up and down the room. "I have never heard of him." "It is not surprising. His reputation barely precedes him. Unless you have an encounter, you may never know how much of a trouble he really is." Jordan poured a quick drink for himself and chugged it down his dry throat. "You make him sound tactical yet you say he is a poor useless son-in-law." Bench remarked, truly intrigued. Jordan pushed out a rush of air from his lungs. "Then you should get to know him by yourself and maybe you will understand better."Jordan pressed his molars together as he spoke with fury in his eyes. Bench walked into his study when he got home and immediately disappeared into his secret room. He pressed in some codes into his space and brought out a list of reputable families he knew of. After hearing what Jordan Smith had to say about Declan, Bench only concluded that Declan was not a wretch. No poor man would step on the feet of the great Jordan Smith a
"So what are we going to do now?" Clara's panicked voice trailed. May had just broken the news of their burnt house to her. "We will move into our villa at hilltop for now then I will figure out what next to do." "Nonsense May! Arrant nonsense! You think a roof over my head is my problem? Have you forgotten my aunt left me a mansion before she died?" May pushed out a breath. "Good riddance. At least you have options." Clara made a grunt, her eyes flaring. "You miss the whole point, May. I have assets in that house. My golds, diamonds… all my rare gems. All my luxurious limited collections. How could you tell me they are all gone? No! It's not possible." May pressed her eyes shut. She always knew telling her mom the news would be hard but she never imagined it to be this painful and devastating. "Mom, you should be grateful. Grateful that we made it. Grateful that you didn't die that night and your body burnt in that fire. Grateful that help came when it did and you were able
"What do I do next boss?" Peter asked Bench. "Send him an invitation. I mean Declan King. I want to meet with him as soon as possible." Bench stated with enthusiasm. Peter bowed and walked away. Declan received an email shortly, that a certain Bench Cowper invited him for lunch . "This is interesting." He said, reading the mail from the top of his dark shades. He had heard a whiff about Bench and his multi million dollars real estate company but had never really paid attention. He didn't need to bother his mind with the curiosity of what the invitation was about for he already had a clue. For all Declan knew, Bench was very much acquainted with the Livingstons. "Let's go get the party started" Declan downed the rest of the whiskey and got up. Straightening his blazers, he picked up his key and walked off. "Please come in." Bench stood to welcome Declan. They were at the lounge of one Bench's hotel in the city." "Uhm... Bench Cowper?" "Oh yes. It's a pleasure to final
Mr Bench looked out through the window on his drive home. A small smile plastered on his face. Getting Declan on his side was easier than he expected. The power of money. Who in his sane mind would reject such a gift. Even the wealthiest man would fall for one gold toad, then how much more a worthless son-in-law?Bench pushed out a breath in relief. With Declan on his side now, he could push through with his plans and make multiple returns from his investments. He couldn't wait. ***"The product of the B11 and B12 medicine is set to resume and a new launching date will be announced soon. This was made known by the new chairman of the Board, Robinson Clark today at the company's board meeting held at...."Mandy switched off the television and flung the remote on the couch. "That was sooner than I expected." Declan remarked, seated on an armchair in Mandy Asher's office. "I saw it coming. Many people invested in that project and they wouldn't sit and watch their money wash down the