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
Smith took a deep breath and stroked his chin as he walked out of the corner. The three friends looked up at him and started laughing at him when they noticed his presence. He hissed and looked away with a cold look on his face. Smith snapped out of his thoughts and looked up as his phone rang. He picked his phone from his pocket and swiped the answer button on his screen. The three friends were shocked when they saw the phone he was holding. It was one of a kind. Although it wasn't popular, it was one of the most expensive and rare phones on the earth. It was a Samsung Galaxy special edition with a rare gold plate. They gathered together and murmured among themselves. Smith shrugged when he noticed the glances that they were throwing at him. “Did you see the phone he's holding?” He asked. “He must have stolen it.”“Yes, he has. Why don't we report him?” Elvis suggested and he scoffed. “We can't. We don't have any evidence. Let's see how he's going to pay for the clothes he order
“What!” Elvis gasped out in shock upon hearing the last statement of Smith's words. He couldn't believe his ear. His course mate who he thought was a loser wanted him to kowtow twenty times before he could repair what he'd damaged in his family. Who could he blame? He chose to go for someone who was living a low profile life thinking Smith was an easy prey. He didn't know he was messing with fire. “What? Aren't you going to do it?” Smith asked and he stared at him hesitantly. How was he going to face the public? The son of a vice chairman was kowtowing to a supposed loser in the college. He was ashamed and embarrassed to kneel down before smith. Now, he had to kowtow, hitting his head on the floor repeatedly for twenty times. “It seems your friend values his pride more than his family's life. Well, you guys are not left out.”“Unless he kowtows to me twenty times, I won't forgive any of you so you should talk to him,” Smith said and they swallowed the lump in their throat. “It w
“Oh!” Edward swallowed the lump in his throat when he noticed the coldness and fierceness in Smith's voice. “But that isn't the reason why I called you, sir,” he muttered and said in a low tone so he wouldn't offend Smith, who wasn't in a good mood. “Then why did you call me if that's not the reason?” Smith asked in a cold tone and Edward kept quiet. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He couldn't help but wonder how Smith was able to find out what was happening privately inside the Rodriquez's family despite not being around. “I haven't seen you for a while so I decided to check up on you,” Edward said and he chuckled coldly. “Check up on me? For what? You'd better state the reason why you called me before I hang up on the call and block you,” he said coldly and Edward took a deep breath. Edward was speechless and unaware of what to say. He didn't want to offend Smith but at the same time, he needed money desperately and Smith had withheld all his lifesaving and funds. He
The family members turned to Mr. Clifford since he was the head of the Clifford's family so he should be able to make the choice. “To avoid suspicion and gossip, I'd like to organize the wedding next month,” he cleared his throat and Madam Kate nodded her head in response. “That's a good date. You have a great taste, Mr. Clifford. I hope you won't go back on your words and have my daughter engaged to your son,” she said and he nodded his head in response. “I won't do such a thing because I respect you and the family. Am I not right?” He asked and turned to his wife, Mrs. Clifford, who nodded her head in response. “He's right. We're happy to have welcomed such a rare talent into our home. She came from a wealthy family. She's also a well-known model. What else could we ask for?” She asked and smiled. “That's right,” Madam Kate said and smiled then clapped her hands. Madam Kate frowned her face and turned to Georgia, who was sitting at a corner without paying much attention to the