The car skidded to a stop before the almost fallen hospital. Some constructors already at work. As the young master Persia Bert alighted, everyone couldn't help but turn towards his direction. His gait and grace. His stance and respectful manners. That day Persia didn't visit his burnt hospital as a septillionaire. He went there as a Guardian who had failed in his tasks. He is there to beg for their forgiveness and to set things right. Earnestly he headed into the building in no time. His eyes darting around. He could see people injured already and some just crying. He soon met with the doctors and he gave them an order to treat everyone fair and square. No fee charges. Persia was speaking to the constructors when the cops and media arrived. " I think you shouldn't give them your attention young master. We can as well .. " " Run away? " Persia finished for Garcia smoothly. " I'm tired of running and hiding Garcia. It's the cops and medias. I'm sure they only got few questions
" You shouldn't have leave Persia Celia. Why would you even do that? Phyllis just took your status, your position. I am so mad right now " Felicia and her daughter were in their living room ranting and arguing. so distraught and resentful over their situation. Celia didn't reply at first. She only sit back fiddling with her fingers. She had never thought life would play such trick on her. For two years she had been with Persia but obviously not out of love. Still she couldn't get passed the fact that he now owns more than Septillion of dollars and that he has thousands of men at his command. " You pushed me into leaving him mother. Stop bothering me now. I need to be alone " " No Celia! You would never rest in this house until you take back Persia from that miserable sister who snatched him away from you " At that moment Phyllis choose to return home. Immediately Celia and Felicia heard the bustles from the entrance they turn towards her. " Uh.. is she back already? " " Obviou
The house of Ma Melly wasn't calm or silence that night. She was raging hot and crazily yelling. " What is going on here Juan? You can't even take a little boy like Persia down? " " You need to low your tone mother. That boy in question is the last son of Bert. We both know anyone who has his blood is design for greatness " " Oh really? Then what are you design for Juan? For failure? " " Watch your tongue mother. Your words are getting serious " " Can everyone just shut the fuck up! " Davey yelled out crazily. The two people who were arguing turn to him angrily. Ma Melly glaring and Juan frowning. " You both shouldn't be yelling at each other. We need to cooperate and kill that stupid Persia " " Your father tried but fail " Ma Melly mutters sarcastically. " I didn't fail. I blasted up his hospital " " One out of the thousands he has got Juan. And blowing up the hospital was the stupidest idea. Don't you see how everyone now admires him? " Ma Melly asked angrily. " Fine moth
Russell crossed the beautiful busy street and headed towards the grocery shop. Though Persia's Villa has everything one would needs, Russell couldn't live with the Sicilian dishes so he step out to get some things he would needed to cook the meal his heart desire. After some walk in the shop, he soon filled his bags with goods and he paid. Russell headed out immediately towards the car that was parked outside the grocery shop. He was just a few steps away from it when a man called his name from behind. Stunned that someone would know him in that strange land, he turn only to see the face of Davey Juan smiling at him. Russell's heart dropped to his stomach at this. Swiftly he made to the car but when he get in he realized he had company. Davey slowly enters the car backseat and settled down behind Russell, a soft sigh escaping his lips. " Oh Russell, you poor Soul. Are you running an errand again for that miserable miserly, bittered Persia Bert ? " " This isn't about Persia Da
Persia dashes into his room in a jiffy. His heart about to explode from the good news.He just felt like screaming his lungs out. Immediately Garcia rushes towards him. " What's going on young Master ? Is there any new news about ma Sandy's health ? " " You bet " He replied with a grin. " My grandma just woke up from her lucid dream. I will go now to see her myself for Russell inform me she requested for my presence " This words filled Garcia with delight and awe. He just couldn't believe Ma Sandy would regain her health. After twenty one years of being devoid of life, Garcia had given up on her but now a new hope has been restored. " I shall inform the maids to set you up. Your flight will be ready once you are " The power of Being a septillionaire. Persia only nodded in Glee. He soon goes to take his bath and to change his clothes. The fatigue that has overwhelmed him now has vanished into thin air. Swiftly he dashes out to the living room after cladding in his traveller's clo
The water dripping from a distance get to Persia's hearing and the scent of oil get to his nostrils. Slowly he opens his eyes to look around. He soon realized moving is painful and that breathing is unbearable. After living in luxury for few days his body system seem not to befriend any unhealthy surrounding. Persia tried to sit up but he realized just at the last moment that he's tied to a chair. His eyes flew open at this and his jawline tightened. He knows the Juans must be behind his abduction. The memories of Russell crying crawl into his brain and he sagged his shoulders.Russell knows what is at stakes if he died but he went ahead anyway to take him down by being deceitful. " Oh, the mighty Persia Bert is awake " The voice of Davey boom from behind him. Persia didn't bother to reply. Moving his neck is painful already. He could only look up at Davey when he finally stood before him. A smirk playing at the corner of his lips. " How are you feeling dear cousin? I bet you f
So no one under the roof of Bert's mansion knows that Persia had been abducted or injected with a dangerous dose. Garcia was already retiring to bed that night when his cellphone rang out. Thinking it's Persia he immediately answered it. " Hi bro? " The voice of fern came through but Garcia frown. " How is the young master doing with his grandmother? " Garcia asked instead, making Fernando to go confused. " How do you mean? Actually I'm calling to speak with him. Don't tell me he went off again to threaten his uncle Or nephew " At this words from fern, Garcia stood up from where he sat and headed towards the window for fresh air. His lung going dry. Cold sweat already broken out from his face. " Young master left for Sicily hours ago. He should have landed already. Isn't he in the Villa? " " Persia? Coming here? For what? I thought the plan was to stay with Ma Sandy and he should deal with the Juans squarely " Garcia immediately understand what is going on. No doubt Persia has
Persia was rushed immediately into the villa and carried off to a spacious room. Fern was beside him all through while a man has already call the doctor. In no time the doctor rushes in. He pushed away everyone to attend to Persia. After half an hour, he step out while sagging his shoulder. Fern immediately dashed to him. They are in the living room. Lighted up to it's brim. Everywhere Tastily furnished. The unmistakably message was passed to anyone that step into the house by the bold initial tag name at the entrance. " What's going on? Why is he still laying down? He is breathing, right? " " Yes he is " The doctor replied rather tiredly. " After some check up I see he has been injected with some dangerous dose " Immediately fern was upset. His fear was altered to an anger and he grabbed the doctor by the arm. " For the love of God Persia shouldn't die. Any dangerous fluid in his body system should be taken out, right now! " " I would have done that if I can. It's just so imp