"Why can you just get your fucking son from the Lincolns to end this once and for all, Zachary." His sarcastic response fueled my burning rage toward him and Celestine. "You said it yourself, I don't need him in my family. He's not mine to begin with." Bullshit! I clenched my fist upon hearing that coming from the person who manipulated everything. He used my three-year-old son to get on my nerves. Even convinced me that he was going to take my responsibility as a father to Noah because he planned to fulfill it. But in the end, everything was simply a part of his evil plan to get rid of me. "Of course, I planned to get my son out of that hell of a place. But that doesn't mean I will forget and forgive you for what you did to my son. Using my son to your advantage was the worst thing you have done in your life. You barked at the wrong person, Sebastian. And I'll prove that to you in the courtroom." I was about to turn around when something popped out of my mind, so I po
The next day, everyone in the mansion was occupied when I got out of the room. All the housemaids were decorating all the hallways with flowers and red carpets. Crews were also busy setting up their cameras everywhere. Some of the security guards were also roaming around to keep an eye on those unfamiliar faces. As early as eight in the morning, Jennie was already discussing with the makeup artists. She approached me the second she noticed my presence. "A pleasant morning, Mr. Fisher!" she uttered with a smile on her face, which brightened the mood of the living area. "Did you sleep well last night? I heard from the housemaids about what happened to your son, Noah. Congratulations!" "Thank you, Ms. Pineda! Yeah, I slept well last night because my son was sleeping profoundly next to me. And I couldn't ask for more." I humbly replied. "Anyway, what should I do for today's event? I am included in the interview, right? Where's Dad and Mom? Aren't they supposed to be here?"
After the call ended, I entrusted Jennie to get the situation fixed before the sun went down. I'm not ready for the world to know about me, especially my enemies. My revenge plan had just started. Once they knew about me sooner than I expected, the course of everything would change. "Yes, attorney? Good morning." I greeted him the second I answered his call. "Good morning too, Mr. Fisher," he breathed eagerly. "Please be informed that we will be sending a summon for your ex-wife later this afternoon. Are you sure we are not going to sue her siblings?" "Julian and Jelian," I coldly breathed out their names. "That's no longer necessary, Attorney. The best way of getting my revenge against them is to see them suffer because their family providers are locked up in prison. Julian and Jelian knew nothing about life survival. All they knew was shopping, partying with their friends day and night, and traveling." "Alright then, Mr. Fisher," he replied. "Mr. Stroem already r
Great! The school board did not even hear my side of the story first before they could come up with a reasonable solution to the issue. None of them asked where I bought them. If it was bought in the local stores or private ones. Besides, they never explained to me what exactly happened, or at least reached out to me last night that something bad happened to the students after consuming them. Why do I feel there is more to the story than meets the eye? They all got to be kidding me. And what? Half a million dollars for each student who was affected? Twenty-five students multiplied by half a million dollars would probably cost me almost thirteen million dollars. Are they for real? On top of that, I know they feel disgusted with buying everything I was selling. So, why? "With all due respect, Mr. Dean, what kind of damage did I do to be penalized with that kind of amount, huh?" I debated. "How can a mere employee who earned a bare minimum afford to pay each of
"Rest assured they will drop by your office tomorrow, Mr. Fisher." The Dean replied with his smile reaching from end to end on his face. "Looking forward to working with the noblest most important person in New York City. Have a safe trip back to your office. Thank you for dropping by." "No big deal, Mr. Dean. Please, take good care of the students for me, especially Mr. Llamas." Dad replied. I approached Dad as soon as the Dean locked the door of his office. Dad and Mr. Randolph furrowed the second I stood in front of them as though they saw someone who rose from the land of the dead. "Aren't you supposed to be in your class right now?" Dad blurted before he turned his face back to the Dean's Office. Mr. Randolph and I followed him as he started walking away from the office. "What's the point of finishing my remaining class when I already knew I was expelled from this school, huh?" "Who said you are already expelled? Didn't you hear what I just said earlier
"A-what? Half a million dollars each? Are you fucking kidding me?" Augustine's voice rose in disbelief from the other line of the phone. It appears that his sleepiness vanished in an instant. It's a reassurance for me that he would agree to my pleading. This mission tonight, I cannot do this alone. Augustine was the one who sold my merchandise to those bastards the other night. And I couldn't stop my heightened senses from telling me that there was more to the story than meets the eye. Whatever that is, I have to unfold it. "What kind of poisoning was that when you have to pay that kind of amount? They only have normal stomach aches as far as I am concerned. It's not that bad. In fact, some of them even posted to their I*, F*, and Twitter accounts last night. It would be understandable if they were on the verge of death, don't you agree?" "Couldn't agree more." The cold air that I just ejected out of my nose and mouth steamed every corner of the car I was in. "That's why you have
"Sounds perfect, but we must not forget you still have your job in the morning, and I had mine in my uncle's ranch as well. One or two bottles will do. Besides, I'm not good at drinking alcohol." "Neither am I. But we have something to celebrate tonight. Two bottles of beer would be perfect for a cloudy night, don't you agree?" I agreed as I stepped onto the accelerator and sped up the car, heading to the convenience store near my condo. It was the same store where the man who helped me catch the stalker. He hadn't told me what he wanted yet. Never received a call or text from him even if I had already given him my business and personal cards. Luckily, he was on duty when Augustine and I dropped by. "Good evening! Welcome to... Oh, it's you again!" he said. "You came back." "This is the only convenience store nearest to my place, young man," I replied with a smile. "We'll buy beer. Wanna join us? I have been meaning to ask you about my proposal." Before the man could answer my p
"You're a man with a good heart, Zachary," she continued. "I know you would do everything to protect your son from getting humiliated and discriminated against by those people around him when he grows up. Your son needed a Mom. I will sell everything we own to come up with twenty billion dollars in exchange, you have to help our daughter remember everything. What do you think?" I looked deeper into Roger's eyes, digging into something - something that could answer all my questions and concerns about their unexpected visit. He barely breathes out a word every time our paths cross either in the Lincoln mansion or outside. Preferably, his words can reach out to me compared to his evil wife. We may have had fewer conversations in my entire stay in the Lincoln mansion, but I understand him better than anyone because he was simply a minion. Divina had him in his neck, so his voice barely mattered at home or even at work. He was more likely walking in my shoes. So, I prefer