The courtroom immediately went silent as everyone turned around, their expressions a mixture of shock and confusion as they searched the crowd for the owner of the voice that just interrupted the ruling.Murmurs broke out within the crowd as the two girls walked up to the front of the courtroom, looking like they had to run a marathon in order to get there."Your honor," Claudia called again as she and Emily stood in front of the room."Your honor, I have concrete evidence here with me that proves Michael Winchester is completely innocent of all the accusations," Claudia said, breathing hard as she held up her phone for both the judge and the entire court to see."What is the meaning of this? Who are you two?" the judge asked with one of his eyebrows raised, not quite happy with the way the two girls had disrespected him by interrupting and disrupting his court session."My name is Emily, your honor, and this is Claudia. Come on, Claudia," Emily explained in a hurry, not bothering to
This must be one of the most iconic court hearings of all time; an evidence coming in at the last minute to turn the whole ruling around. The case will surely give the media headlines for two to three days at least.Mr Winchester is happy as never, he declared that he will cover the entire cost of public transportation of the entire city for the day, allowing people to transport free for the remaining hours of the day.Mr Winchester invited Barrister Frank, Emily and Claudia for dinner later in the evening. Claudia couldn’t stop taking pictures as she entered the Winchester mansion; she had the expression Michael himself had when he was brought into the mansion for the first time.“Oh my God this is paradise! I can’t believe Michael lives in such a place and don’t even post it,” she exclaimed as Emily couldn’t help but laugh..“A toss to our victory” Mr Winchester said as he raised his expensive wine cup. Others clashed theirs against his slowly “to our victory” they responded.While
"A black Rolls Royce, you say? Are you completely sure about this, son?" Gareth Winchester asked, watching the boy in front of him with narrowed eyes, suspicion evident in his gaze.Isaiah nodded immediately. "Absolutely, sir. I may not have gotten her name, but I had enough time to have a good look at her car," he replied confidently. The two men again shared a look of disbelief.Mr. Charles felt the wheels in his head start to turn as he thought through everything the boy had just revealed."Mr. Winchester, sir," Charles called, and Garth Winchester immediately gave him his attention. "May I please have a word with you in private?" Charles asked, and Mr. Winchester nodded as both men stepped away from the ears of everyone else."Mr. Winchester," Mr. Charles started to speak but was immediately cut off by his boss."This is impossible. I don't know what that boy is trying to do, but his claims cannot be true. He's lying," Mr. Winchester said in obvious denial, and Charles sighed, com
Miss Jolie was a gorgeous and smart woman, many people wondered why she was still single despite being in her mid- forties; what most people would refer to as middle aged.Gossips had it that she was Mr Winchester’s mistress, though she and Mr Winchester’s crew tried to dismiss the rumours it had already polluted the whole city.Michael Jumped the fence into Miss Jolie’s house, she lived in a grand mansion way too far to be owned by a secretary; by the way she was the secretary to the richest man in the country.Swiftly taking noiseless steps and hiding behind different items, he made his way to an unclosed window. “The lights are on, she must still be awake” Michael said to himself as he jumped into the building through the window.He had a cap on and also tied a handkerchief covering his nose and mouth, completely hiding his identity. He wandered the mansion till he heard some voices in the sitting room; leaning behind the door he could peep that Miss Jolie was not alone she had two
"This is completely hopeless; I give up," Gareth Winchester muttered to himself as he angrily threw the duvet away from his body, having already had enough and finally given up on getting any sleep."It seems this is the way things would have to be for me for the time being. One miserable sleepless night after another. I can never seem to catch a break," Mr. Winchester muttered under his breath again as he lazily rolled out of his bed and stood up to his feet.Mr. Winchester stretched out his body and let out a tired yawn before walking into the bathroom to get ready for breakfast."Good morning, Mr. Winchester," the maids greeted in unison as Gareth Winchester walked into the dining room. He answered with a simple nod, still in a bad mood from yesterday's discovery about his secretary Jolie.Mr. Winchester couldn't wrap his head around everything that was happening. First, it had been Mr. Frederick, and now Miss Jolie this time around. Two of his most trusted employees had just gotte
“My head hurts so bad” Michael muttered as he slowly opened his eyes. He could still feel the impact of whatever struck him from behind that made him loose consciousness. “What happened” Michael asked himself as he tried to recall the situation before he passed out. He groaned as he tried to lift himself up from the floor but the pain weighed him down. He carefully but weakly picked himself half way up to his kneels as he roamed his eyes round the room, only to discover he was the only being in the room.He panicked in fear as he realised the whole situation had turn around in his disadvantage. The last thing he recalled was; he had his hands around Miss Jolie’s neck before someone hit him from behind.At that moment he knew he was done for, Miss Jolie must have taken control of the situation.He slowly lifted himself to his feet and staggered to the door. He tried pushing it open before he realised it was locked. He knew how messed up he was when he remembered his mother was also
BACK AT THE WINCHESTER'S MANSION."Or maybe we could just exercise a little patience and wait a few more hours. Who knows, this could just be a huge misunderstanding," Mr. Charles suggested, looking hopeful as he watched his boss who sat across from him on the sofa.Mr. Winchester flinched as if he had been slapped, his head immediately snapping up to look at the man in front of him."Patience? Did I just hear you speak about patience, Charles? Of what use is my patience if it's not going to help me get my family back?!" Mr. Winchester yelled angrily, but Mr. Charles took no offense. He was as bothered by the happenings as his boss was, and he understood completely the reasons behind his behavior.Instead, Mr. Charles quickly nodded as he spoke. "Of course, sir, pardon my manners. Should we go with my first suggestion then? It seems to be the only option we have left at this point," Mr. Charles said, and Mr. Winchester frowned."How do we know it would be the right decision to involve
It was impossible to tell whether it was daytime or night in the bunker, since it had no windows. Evident enough to show that the bunker was built to barely keep hostages alive but not for their comfort.But Michael easily noticed the weather changed as his body reacted to the cold. His concern drove his attention to his poor mother who was shivering in the corner. Tears filled his eyes as he imaged his mother going through the same suffering for the past two centuries.“Mom! You are feeling cold” Michael exclaimed as he stood and approached her looking worried.“Don’t touch me. Leave me alone” Mary said sadly as she tried to crawl backwards but she was already at the wall. Michael then stopped, seeing how afraid she was.Michael couldn’t blame her for anxiety state, he knew the only way to help was to gain her trust.“It’s okay mom, I will not hurt you, am only here to help” he assured as he opened his palms indicating he was not a threat. Seeing how calm she was getting, he pulled h