Within a few minutes, four policemen rushed into the mall, followed closely by the mall lady who worked there."There he is!" she exclaimed, pointing directly at Robert. "He came back to steal again. He must be the thief from last time!"Robert's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was accusing him of stealing something from the mall before, even though this was his first time entering the premises.The police officers quickly closed in on Robert. Two of them pinned him against the wall, forcefully placing handcuffs on his wrists. Robert struggled to break free, but with four men holding him down, it was impossible."I'm not a thief!" he shouted in anger as they finally released their grip, leaving him handcuffed against the wall. "I came here to buy phones!" His voice was filled with rage."Uncuff me, or you'll lose your jobs!" he taunted, but the policemen paid him no attention.It wasn't surprising, really. Robert looked disheveled, and it was unders
Simon glanced down at the pleading woman clutching his legs, her tears streaming down her face. He felt a pang of sympathy, but he knew he had to stand firm. Taking a deep breath, he gently disentangled himself from her grip."I understand your situation," Simon said, his voice now calmer. "But this incident has crossed a line. Accusing an innocent person without proper evidence is unacceptable."The woman looked up at him, her eyes filled with desperation. "Please, sir, I was only trying to help," she pleaded once again. "I didn't realize it would upset you so much. I'll release him immediately."Simon's fists tightened with anger. She still didn't seem to grasp the gravity of her mistake. He turned his attention to her, his voice stern and controlled. "You seem to be missing the point. It's not just about upsetting me. It's about falsely accusing an individual and tarnishing their reputation. That's why you're being dismissed. Now, gather your belongings and leave."She dropped to h
After leaving the mall, Robert and his friends returned to the dorm, unable to contain their excitement over the new gadgets he had purchased for them.They were all drooling over each of the gadgets,they just couldn't hide it. Once back at his own dorm room, numbered 050, Robert usually went to any of his friends dorm and he could sleep in either Ben or Jacob's room whenever he wanted. This was a common occurrence when he stayed late delivering goods to people and found the dorm gate locked upon his return,he really doesn't have friends in the dorm to call so he rather sleep at his friends, He would simply improvise and stay in one of his friends' rooms. As he settled into his dorm room, Robert eagerly began setting up his new phones and Apple laptop. He couldn't believe he now owned one of the most expensive laptops available. Just a few days ago, he had been struggling to save money, and now he had all these luxurious items. Upon surveying the room, he noticed its worn-out and ol
After reviewing everything, Robert signed his signature and returned the files to his mother. The fact that he was now the Managing Director of all the companies in Europe and North America left him stunned. Still in a daze, he unlocked his phone and opened the EPUB file his mother had sent, which contained the names and locations of all the company branches."Vestra Hotel and Suites!" Robert was taken aback. He zoomed in on the photo and confirmed his suspicion. How was it possible that Vestra Hotel was part of the companies under his leadership? It was one of the largest and most prestigious hotel suites in the United States, known for catering to the super-rich. It was definitely not second best. Robert's confusion stemmed from two things: first, it didn't display their logo or the parent company's name, so he was stunned to discover its affiliation.In reality, what the Madam President had done was implement a brand differentiation strategy. By employing such techniques, she enabl
CHAPTER 20 Cop a plea. The entire lecture hall was in chaos, but Robert's gaze was fixed on the lecturer, Miss Lily. Lily's gaze shifted from the hollering students down to Robert, who stood with an innocent expression on his face. He desperately wanted to take the test to avoid any carryovers. Having carryovers would tarnish his reputation, especially now that he was the Managing Director of his mother's company. He knew he would have to present his qualifications to the board of directors."I hope she doesn't allow Robert to retake the test. He missed it, and that's final!" someone whispered."I really want him to have a carryover so badly. At least next semester, we won't be in the same lecture hall as him," another person muttered."He deserves a carryover. Such a spoiled brat!" someone angrily retorted, as if she had some personal grudge against Robert.Robert could feel his heart racing, pounding against his chest like a wild animal. He didn't know what the lecturer would do. E
Robert wiped his face with his handkerchief, trying to cool himself down. He had run several kilometers to ensure he wouldn't be late for his lectures. Panting heavily, he watched as Lily walked over to him and dropped the set of questions on his desk."You have 25 minutes to answer these questions!" she declared, then returned to the front of the class.Gasps spread through the lecture hall, and students began murmuring to each other."25 minutes? Are you kidding me?" one student exclaimed in disbelief. "Who does that? We had to complete ours in 25 minutes. If he's given a second chance, it should be 20 minutes at most.""No, 15 minutes would have been more appropriate!" another student chimed in."I suppose she's just showing him favoritism. There's no other way to explain what's happening here.""It's quite outrageous, but let's just see how the poor guy fails the test even with the extra time.""What if he doesn't fail the test?" a curious student asked."He's bound to fail unless
Please, I urge all of you to visit the school website and donate any amount you are willing to contribute. This will ensure that later on, we can have a congratulatory speech for the highest donor," she explained.The students murmured amongst themselves regarding the GoFundMe donations. While it wasn't the first time they had done something like this, it was usually carried out every semester or sometimes once a year, but it had never been done through the website. Typically, donations were made in cash or through a personal transfer to the school's account."Ma'am, how will you know the highest donor when we have all made our donations?" Cheryl asked."Don't worry, Cheryl. I can see the information on my phone here. I will announce the top five highest donors, and they will receive a token of appreciation from the course captain," Lily explained. Cheryl nodded in agreement and settled back into her seat. Lily's eyes scanned the room and landed on Robert, who seemed lost in his own t
Cheryl confidently walked to the front of the class, seemingly ready to deliver a congratulatory speech as the course representative. The room fell silent in anticipation, but instead of the expected speech, Cheryl directed a thought-provoking question towards Miss Lily."Maa, should we consider it donations when someone borrows money just to appear wealthy?" Cheryl asked, her tone laced with skepticism.Miss Lily, taken aback by the question, furrowed her brows in disbelief. Borrowing money to maintain a facade of wealth seemed stupid and unnecessary."Well, I don't really think it should..." Miss Lily began, her words trailing off as Cheryl interjected."You don't think it should be counted, right?" Cheryl's question was more of a rhetorical statement, but Miss Lily couldn't help but respond. "Cheryl, what are you trying to say? Who borrowed money?"Rolling her eyes, Cheryl sighed. "Who else but poor Robert? He managed to borrow a staggering $10,000 from someone, and I can't help b