“Okay, that's a good thing to know but I'd like to ask you a question too,” Smith said in a calm yet dangerous tone. “What is that?” She asked and looked up instantly. “Do you think staying close to me or considering me as your friend will make up for everything you and your family did to me?” He asked and she kept quiet. She stared at him for a while, speechless. She didn't know what to say or do at that moment because he was wrong. If she was in his shoes, she would do worse. She couldn't forget how she and her family mistreated him and looked down upon him because he was a slave. He tried all he could do to satisfy all the family members but neither of them appreciated him. Instead they took advantage of him. Everyone avoided him as though he was a plague. No one wanted to have any relationship with him. Only his wife was there for him during those times. She stood by his side which was the reason why he intended on revealing the wealth he possessed to her until she decided t
“What are you talking about, young Master?” Micheal asked and Smith shrugged. “Continue with your work and send my regards to your colleague,” Smith said and hung up on the call before Micheal could say anything. He took a deep breath and flagged for a cab. He sat down inside the passenger seat and rubbed his hands under his chin. “Here we are,” the driver said and parked in front of his apartment. He came down from the cab and stretched some bundle of cash to the driver, who was happy. “Thank you, Sir,” he said and drove off. He walked into his apartment and locked the door. He slumped hard on the couch and breathed out heavily. He pulled off his clothes and dropped them on the floor after relaxing for a while. He entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. He took a deep breath and shoved himself inside the bathtub which was filled with cold water.He stood up from the bathtub and walked out of the bathroom with water dripping from his body. He entered his bedroom and pulle
“Who's the one calling me again?” Madam Kate asked with a frustrated look on her face as she received a message from her. She was resting on the bed until a message beeped into her phone. “It has better be good news,” she muttered and stood up from the bed instead of calling for the maids to reach out for the phone on her behalf. She walked toward the table where she kept her phone and picked it up from the table. She swiped it open and her eyes widened in shock upon reading the content of the letter. She couldn't believe her eyes. What! I can't believe this is happening. “Hello,” she dialed her favorite grandson's number, Micheal. “Hello, Micheal,” she called and he groaned softly. “What is it, Granny?” He asked in a low tone. It seems he was taking a nap as well. It was late over there. “You'd better keep shut and listen to me. The Newcastle Corporation has replied concerning the project,” she said and he gasped out in shock. “What! Are you sure about what you're talking abo
Smith picked up his phone and called Micheal as a thought crossed his mind. “Good day, Young Master,” he greeted. “How may I help you?” Micheal asked. “It's simple. Do you have any spies in the Rodriguez's family?” Smith asked and Micheal shook his head negatively. “Yes, I do. Is there any problem?” Micheal asked in a concerned tone and he shrugged. “Of course, there's no problem but I'd like to know whether you have any information on my ex-wife,” Smith said and Micheal arched his eyebrows. “I don't really have much information concerning her because it had been long since she stepped her feet into the greenhouse that belonged to her Grandma,” Michael said and he arched his eyebrows. “Does that mean she has not been attending any of the meetings that her grandma hosted?” He asked and Micheal nodded his head. “That's right, young Master. It seems she's no longer with them. It seems after the little encounter you'd with her, she no longer interacts with them,” he said.“Oh. That
Olivia left the green house and went to a dark corner so she wouldn't be interrupted. She picked up her phone from her bags and dialed her daughter's number. She tried the first time but her daughter didn't pick the call. She tried the second time but it was the same. At that moment, she knew that her daughter was angry at her and was purposely ignoring her calls. “Why are you doing this? Please pick up your call. It's very important, Georgia,” she muttered to herself and ruffled her hair with a frustrated look on her face as she tried to call her daughter for the third time. “Hello mum,” Georgia said in a cold tone. She could tell from the tone of her daughter that she was angry and wasn't happy to see her. “What's the problem?” Her daughter asked and she kept quiet. “Shouldn't I be asking you that question? I mean I have been calling you for the last few minutes and you ignored it,” she complained and Georgia scoffed.“Can you blame me for that? It's not my fault that your so-c
“Is this how you also treat your family member who has been away for a while?” Georgia asked and madam Kate stared at her for a while. “You've grown bolder compared to the last time we met and I love that but that's not the reason why I called for you,” Madam Kate spoke up and she shrugged. “How could you let her get away so easily? She disrespected you,” her favorite grandson, Micheal, spoke up and stood up from the chair he was sitting on. “Perhaps you should send the business proposal yourself if you can. Why do you have to call me here if you can't tolerate my presence?” Georgia asked in a cold tone and he groaned out with a frustrated look on his face. “You!” He said and pointed his finger at her while trembling in anger. Olivia shook her head with a sigh and moved closer to her daughter then whispered to her ears. “You should try to control yourself. I know you're angry at them for sending you to rescue your grandma despite knowing how dangerous it was.”“Just help us and l
Smith arched his eyebrows and glanced at his phone that was ringing loudly. He took a deep breath and brought it out of the pocket then looked at the lecturer, who was glancing at him. The other students in the hall stared at him with confused looks on their faces. “I'm sorry,” he muttered and turned off his phone. He arched his eyebrows as different thoughts began to cross his mind. Micheal was the one calling him. He knew Micheal wouldn't call him if it wasn't something important. “Don't forget to turn off your phone whenever we're having lectures, Mr. Smith. I bet you're no longer new in this institution and you should know the rules and regulations by now,” she said and he nodded his head. “I'll keep it at the back of my mind,” he said and she nodded her head then turned her gaze toward the board before her. Ava turned to Smith, who glanced at her shortly and looked away. She took a deep breath and placed her arms beneath her chin. “I wonder what I can do to make him return
What! A deep frown formed on his face as soon as he received the news. He stroked his chin gently and glanced at the phone for a while. “Are you sure of what you're saying?” He asked and Micheal nodded his head. “I'm certain, young master. She fainted after she was done with the meeting,” Micheal said and he nodded his head gently. “What's the issue with her?” He asked in a cold tone that showed he didn't care but he was only curious. “I can't tell but it seems it's the pregnancy she's carrying,” Micheal said and he arched his eyebrows. “Pregnant? Is she pregnant?” Smith asked in a low tone and stroked his chin gently. He didn't know what to say. Michael was surprised when he realized that Smith couldn't remember that his ex-wife was pregnant. “Yes. She's pregnant, sir. I can't be certain about the month or so,” Micheal said and he shrugged. “That's fine. You can end the call. I'll call you later if I have anything to ask you,” he said. “Okay, Sir. But hope you're fine,” Mich