Jason did not know how to cope. It was going to be so difficult for him and his head was filled with a lot of thoughts. Back then, when he was still a struggling student, he had heard stories of what happened behind bars and how young guys like him were being humiliated by older inmates.As he was led back to the cell, still dressed in the clothes that he had come with, he could not help but feel terrified. It was starting to get very late and there were still no signs of redemption. He thought of reaching out to his African clients, the ones that had received him and Beverly warmly, but they were not going to answer him because they received the approval that had his signature on it. They would not want to be associated with a police scandal, as it would not speak well of their business. As he sat in the cell, he thought of his sick father in the hospital. He did not know what the outcome of his condition would be and he did not know how to be informed about it.According to what t
Waking up early was not so much of a struggle for Jason. He ran a billion-dollar empire and he had to be up very early. So he was not destabilized when the alarm went off for them to wake up. When he got down from the bunk bed, Samson was already on the study desk and Jason wondered if he had slept throughout the night. The man had been on the desk before he slept the previous night. "Hey Jason," he hollered as he turned to look at him. "What's next this morning?" Jason asked. "Sanitation," Samson said as he stood up. He went to a cupboard at the end of the room and opened it up. "I kept aside an extra broom and dustpan for you since we ate two now," he said as he took out the items and handed them to Jason, who collected them immediately. "I will give you a tip to avoid the main courtyard while doing your sanitation so you don't get bullied," Samson advised before they got out together. "Have you ever been bullied?" Jason asked him. Samson was quiet for a while and Jason could see
After the incident at the cafeteria, the other inmates accorded Jason some certain kind of respect. They did not dare to come near him to bully him at all. They did not bother him when he carried out his chores and it was a kind of relief for him. He did not like fighting or beating people up at all. Even Samson began to hide under the influence of his protection. Another thing that Jason ensured in the prison was that he was strongly against bullying. He did not tolerate anyone who wanted to pick on other inmates. Slowly, fear shifted to warmth. Everyone suddenly loved Jason. Even the superintendent commended him for being an advocate in the cell. Suddenly, all of them wanted to be in his good books. Jason just wanted everyone to be happy and comfortable. But Jason, on his part, was unhappy about the entire unfolding. He was still very worried about his father. It had been over three months and the superintendent kept telling him that his father was doing well. Jason wanted to see,
The news that announced the new president of the state was streamed live in the prison yard, and they all anticipated the news. All the inmates gathered in the cafeteria to listen to the news. They all ignored their breakfast so that the clatter against their plates would not interrupt them from hearing the news. When John McDonald was announced, they all broke out into a shout of joy, even if they were not aware of how things would turn out for them. To celebrate this announcement, the superintendent allowed them to have a buffet for dinner, so they could eat something of their choice. It rarely happened and they were all looking forward to it. The only person that was not moved by the news was Jason. He had been in jail for over three years. Another president was coming to sit and it turned out that his fate behind bars had not been decided yet. It was at this point that it began to dawn on him that there were high chances that he probably would not make it out in the end. In
"What are you doing here?" Caleb asked him. Jason smiled as he opened his hands for an embrace. Caleb did not budge. He was not letting go of the door. It was as though he was hiding something. "You won't believe it, but I got amnesty from the new president," he said excitedly. "I'm happy for you," Caleb said. His tone showed that he was elated, but his facial expression proved otherwise. "Babe, who is at the door?" Jason heard a familiar voice call out. He was still trying to remember who had the voice when Beverly came up behind Caleb, who suddenly bowed his head in shame. "Beverly??" Jason called out unbelievably. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "I should be asking you that," she interjected, to his surprise. "What are you doing here, and how did you get out of prison?" She asked him. Jason was surprised at the tone of her voice, but he decided to excuse her in the regard that she was just shocked to see him. "I got an amnesty from —," "I don't want to hear it" Beverly in
Jason sat up immediately when he heard about his father. "What did you say?" He asked her. "I said that I am your father's private lawyer and I have some information for you," she sounded firm, and it was difficult to denote if she was male or female because of her deep baritone. "I never knew that my father had a private lawyer," he began, still in doubt. "It was never for you to know, sir," she stated. "Please, I would like you to come to an address that I will send you in the morning so that you can receive this information that I am going to be sharing with you."She hung up immediately, and in a few seconds, his phone beeped with a message that contained an address. He was still skeptical about going to meet the lawyer. It was probably one of the schemes of those who hated him, and he was not ready to fall prey to any of their machinations again. He had been humiliated enough. On the other hand, he thought that he had nothing to lose. There was nothing in his name anymore,
As she approached him, Jason rose to his feet instinctively. If she was the one who owned everything that he had just seen, then she deserved all the respect that she could get.She stretched out her hand for a handshake, but he was hesitant before he shook her hand, and it made her chuckle. She expected that kind of reaction, as he had no idea what was coming."I apologize for the little ruffle at the gate. They were not well informed. I will do better next time," she stated curtly.He was no longer bothered about what happened at the gate. He was more disturbed about why a woman who possessed all that he had just seen would speak to him so politely. He was trying to understand what was going on. "Why do you want your identity hidden?" Laura asked, quite concerned. "The last time I trusted people, I was behind bars for three years. I'm not allowing anyone to mess me up again," he answered. The hurt in his tone was very obvious. "Alright, sir," Laura concurred. "However, whenever you want to come to work, simply send a call across to your manager, and he will send a car over."When Jason was satisfied with all the arrangements they had made, he decided that it was time to leave. "At least spend the night here in this house," Laura implored. "I would have loved to, but I have an important business to attend to," he said, thinking of Jasmine. At the thought of her, he glanced at the wall clock. It was already 4 p.m., and Jasmine had told him that she would be back so that they would go get him some new clothes. She would be worried and suspicious if she did not find him at home. "I need to leave," he said hurriedly."At least allow me to give you a ride," Samson offered.JaRise Of The Penniless Trillionaire Chapter 109
On the day Daphne was discharged from the hospital, she decided that she wanted to go see her father in jail. Jason suggested against it, but she was not willing to comply. She had her reasons and when she persisted, he let her be. She took her child with her as well, and Jason's hands were tied as he knew that their relationship was stiff at the moment. There was no need to aggravate it.“At least allow me to come with you so that I can keep an eye on you and the baby,” she offered. “I want to do this on my own. I have my reasons,” she said to him. “And before you act stupid, don't ask any of your men to follow me,” she added before she got into the waiting car. She knew however that he would not just let her go like that without company. She could already see two cars following after her at a reasonable distance, but she did not mind. She needed the protection anyway.&nb
Jason waited until it was nightfall before he headed to the safehouse where Gustavo had kept Angelina. He wanted to be as discreet as possible, and Gustavo had been high on surveillance since Jason told him what they needed to do. When they got to the safehouse, another round of surveillance was done before the door of the car was opened for him to come down. He headed to the front door and headed to the stairs that led to the basement.Angelina was tied to a chair in the relatively empty and spacious basement, and it was a bit chilly, so she was asleep. He stood at a reasonable distance before her and stared at her for a while. It was almost unbelievable to him that she was at his mercy at this time. She was supposed to be the most powerful woman in the state, but she was crippled at his mercy.“Wake her up,” he finally ordered. A bucket of wat
The meeting that Klaus called for was one that Jason did not want to attend. It was as though there was something that he harbored within him, a kind of guilt that washed over him. However, he knew that if he did not attend, Klaus would be highly suspicious because he had a fallout with Angelina. One more seat was empty when he got to the venue. It was Angelina's seat, and the table was quiet, as Siman and Rasheed were not so much of the talkers. As expected, Klaus was unhappy, but this time, he was not pacing about like one without a purpose. He was just sitting quietly, as though he was in deep thought. Jason took his seat and stayed silent as well. He did not intend to break the silence that had ensued, so he just kept his cool. “I have not seen or heard from Angelina in four days,” Klaus began. “I have sent her a ton of messages, and I cannot get to her assistant as well.” Gustavo had made sure that there was a heavy massacre in the warehouse that day. He made sure that none of A
Jason woke up with a start and looked around him. A wave of relief overshadowed him as he discovered that he was in his bedroom. He looked to the side and saw that there was a drip bag attached to his hand. As he attempted to lift his hand, a sharp pain shot through his arm and his shoulder, forcing him to let out a loud groan and fall back on the bed. He soon began to recall what had happened the previous night, and all the events came rushing back at him. It made him panic as he did not see Daphne or the baby in the bedroom with him. He struggled to get up again and pulled away the drip on his hand. He stood up and attempted to walk out. He wobbled and landed on the floor, causing a loud noise. The door opened and Gustavo walked in to help him get back on the bed. Jason closed his eyes in exhaustion. “I decided to bring you home because I did not think that you would like the attention that staying in the hospital would cause you,” Gustavo began. “That's a very good decision,” Jaso
“First of all, I want you to start with the way you took Maxwell down,” she began, and Jason glanced at Daphne, who seemed to be listening keenly as well. She would be so disappointed. “Oh! She does not know?” Angelina asked. “Can you just stop?” Jason asked her. “So, the woman that you claim to love is not aware that you are the one that put her father in jail, and soiled her family reputation, right?” She continued. “I'm not going to say anything about that,” Jason sounded firm. He did not intend to spill, and he was not just making up his mind at the moment. He had decided not to spill anything since he left his house. He saw how desperate she was for his confession, and he wanted to use that to his advantage. “Before I say anything, I would like you to tell me what manner of business you run here,” he said as he leaned in. “My merchandise is none of your business,” she said to him. “Well, if you need my confession, then you have to explain what this business is all about because
Jason got into the car, took a deep breath, and took out his phone to place a call to Angelina. Even though she had sent someone to monitor him as he drove to the address, she still asked him to be on a video call the entire time, to ensure that no one was in the car with him. He was getting exhausted from her rules, but he had to comply because of his family. She had proof that she was with them, and he was the only one that could rescue them. Gustavo had thought up a brilliant plan, and things were already in place, giving Jason added confidence. He was not too sure that his plan would work out, but in the end, he blamed it on the nerves. He started the car and began to drive without taking one more look at the screen, where Angelina was watching him. “You are cute by the way,” she began when the tense silence had lasted for a while. “I have envisioned you in my bed a couple of times, not gonna lie,” she continued. Jason swallowed hard at this statement. He was already disgusted. A
Jason clicked on the speaker button on the phone so that everyone could hear what the caller was going to say. The line was silent for a while, and Jason thought that it was just a prank call. “Hello Jason,” a familiar voice finally came on the line. It did not take him long to figure out who was on the line. He could detect Angelina's voice in a crowd. It was too deep for a female voice. “I am guessing that by now, you are shaken with fright at the disappearance of your wife and daughter,” she said with some kind of amusement in her voice. Her audacity annoyed him so much. “Angelina, I swear, if anything happens to them, you are going to regret it,” Jason fired at her. Ben immediately signaled him not to say anything again, so that they would not provoke her. Jason did not seem to care at all. He was just angry. “I would not be making threats if I were you,” she said. “You have no idea where I am or where your wife and child are, so I would be quiet and cooperate if I were you,” she
Jason was confused about what to do next at the moment. He kept trying to call her as he dashed to the elevator that led to the penthouse they occupied in the mansion. He prayed that by some miracle, Daphne was upstairs and sleeping peacefully with their son. That would give him so much relief. But when he got there, the room was empty. He went ahead to look into the bathroom but there was no one there. His heart began to thump loudly as he rushed downstairs again. Gustavo was waiting for him when he came downstairs. “I can't find Daphne and the baby,” Jason blurted out in a worrisome voice before Gustavo could even ask him what was wrong. “I had two of my men follow her to the hospital. Let me try to call them,” Gustavo said as he took out his phone. He was so calm, as though he was very confident that there was nothing wrong with them. Gustavo called them over and over again but none of them answered. He began to get worried as well. “This is very unusual,” Gustavo muttered as he
Jason stood up from bed very early, as he had a long day ahead of him. It had been three weeks since Jacob had been released from jail, and just like he had promised, he decided that he would give Jacob an orientation to the family business. Daphne was still very fast asleep when he was done dressing for work. He could not blame her at all. She had been awake for some time during the night to cater to a crying Benjamin. After the nurse left, it had been difficult for her to adjust to taking care of the baby alone. At some point, it was as though she was getting frustrated with the responsibility that she was saddled with and she would start crying. When he noticed that, he would usually offer her a helping hand so that she would not feel abandoned or frustrated. She appreciated his support. It showed in the way she embraced him or the way she kissed him. Jason walked up to the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead, causing her to stir in her sleep. “I'm off to work, baby. You know I