Outside the station, Mr. Simmons and Hitler were deep in conversation with the police chief, Lieutenant George when all of a sudden their discussion was interrupted by the sudden commotion inside the prison room."What’s going on in there?" Mr. Simmons demanded, his eyes narrowing."It must be Mr. Sullivan, causing trouble inside again," Lieutenant George's eyes narrowed. "Stay here, let me find out," he said, turning to go in to see for himself what was actually causing the commotion, with Mr. Simmons and Hitler following behind despite being asked to stand back.As they entered and approached George's office, their eyes widened in surprise. There, seated comfortably behind the desk, was Drake, with Conner standing guard beside him. There were other police officers who stood at the other side of the transparent wall which separated them from George's office, their guns pointed towards Drake and Conner."What the hell is going on here?" Lieutenant George asked, his voice sounding so
Doctor Jason raised his hands slowly, appearing to surrender. It wasn't his first time dealing with thugs, so he knew how best to handle them when it looks like they're one step ahead.With his hands above his head, his eyes, however, were keen, studying the thugs with the practised precision of a martial artist assessing his opponents. The leader of the thugs sneered, mistaking the doctor's surrender for fear. "Look at this," he jeered, "Trying to act smart. You should be afraid of us, doc."Dr. Jason carefully noted his stance while walking towards him. Without being told, he was able to tell that the thugs had no knowledge of martial arts and it wouldn't be difficult to knock him out and take the gun from him."You know, I can blow out all your skulls here, and no one will be able to stop me," the leader of the gang threatened, kissing the tip of the pistol which he was holding."This is between you and I. You don't have to involve others," Dr. Jason replied, trying to buy himself
"Master?" Lieutenant George asked, as he exchanged surprised glances with Mr. Simmons and Hitler, who were equally as stunned as he was."Yes, George," Conner said, addressing the lieutenant by his name with no regard for his rank in the police force. Lieutenant George was still trying to recover from the shock of being addressed with his first name by an ordinary colonel when the other officers raised their guns, aiming at the three of them, following Conner's orders.What Lieutenant George and the others didn't know was that these set of officers were all agents from Patriarch Sullivan himself to help protect Drake, knowing fully well his dealings in the world of business are enough to put a threat on the lives of his family, just like what had happened to Drake's parents. "What's the meaning of this?" Lieutenant George demanded, his face a mask of confusion and anger."Surprised are you?" Drake smiled walking towards the three of them. "I told you to be careful how you talk to me
"Young master, your grandfather will be so happy to see you again." Agent Conner said as the convoy sped away from the police station.Drake, who was sitting in the back seat of one of the sleek luxury cars, seemed to be lost in thoughts staring out the window in a daze. He couldn't believe that after so many years of running away from his identity as a Sullivan and not wanting to have anything to do with them, he was eventually returning home."Young master, are you listening to what I'm saying?" Agent Conner asked, tapping him gently on the shoulder."What were you saying?" Drake asked, his thoughts now brought back to his immediate surroundings."I said your grandfather will be happy to have you back. He's been looking forward to this day." Agent Conner said with a short-lived smile tugged at the corners of his lips."How is he?" Drake asked, managing a smile too."He's fine," Agent Conner replied. "You know, everything you just witnessed was orchestrated by him. He really wants y
Drake walked up the grand staircase with Agent Conner beside him. It was like everything was just coming back fresh to him. The opulence of the mansion, the smell of ivory and ornate banisters, seemed to close in around him. He suddenly missed his parents, his mind going back to the last days he spent with them, the day he received the news of their death and the day he decided to cut ties with his grandfather after blaming him for the death of his parents."Are you okay, young master?" Agent Conner asked, sensing the unease that gnawed within Drake.Drake managed a smile, "Yes I am." He replied, his heart beating faster as they approached his grandfather's room.Taking a deep breath, Drake knocked on the heavy wooden door. From inside, a firm but aged voice responded, "Come in."Drake immediately recognized the voice as the voice of his grandfather, the Patriarch, Walter Sullivan himself.Drake stepped into the room, immediately noticing the family nurse attending to his grandfather
Drake returned to the hospital the following morning to check up on Summer and Michelle. He had made it clear to Grandfather Walter that he wasn't ready to return to the empire just yet until his wife was awake from coma. But grandfather Walter, afraid that Drake might not return, decided to have an agreement with him."I'll help you take care of everyone who has ever despised you and looked down on you but in return, you'll accept the responsibility of the entire empire as the supreme lord." Grandfather Walter had requested.Drake, after carefully giving Grandfather Walter's proposal a thought, he agreed to it."Yes grandfather, I give you my word," Drake replied, his conviction unwavering.The few weeks of oppression he had endured from the Simmons and Hitler Ivanov had taught him why wealth and power were very important.Arriving at the hospital, he was greeted by Dr. Jason who told him that his in-laws had come the previous day and had taken his daughter home."And Summer? How's s
Carlos was in his office attending to some paperwork when his phone suddenly rang. He checked the caller's I.D. and surprisingly it was the chairman of the company, Harrison Duke who was calling.Carlos rubbed his eyes over and over again wondering why on earth the chairman of the company would call him. It was strange and very rare to hear of.With trembling hands, he answered the call, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. "Good afternoon sir," he greeted."Carlos," Harrison Duke's voice was cold and authoritative. "Is this how you plan to manage my company?" Carlos' eyes opened wide in surprise, trying to understand what Mr Harrison was driving at. "I... I... don't understand sir," he stuttered."Well, you don't need to understand," Mr. Harrison continued. "I'm calling to inform you that you're fired."Carlos' blood ran cold as the word "fired" echoed in his ears. For the first few seconds, he thought he had heard wrongly. "Sir, did you just say fired?" He managed to ask
Immediately after Rachel left the hospital, Drake went back to Dr. Jason to confirm from him all that she had said. Hearing that the doctor had stepped up to defend his wife and daughter had raised up questions within him."Excuse me, doctor," Drake called out to him on his way to his office, his voice sounding with a hint of urgency."Yes, Mr. Sullivan, how may I help you?" Dr. Jason replied."I just want to thank you for stepping up to protect my wife and daughter yesterday. I'm really grateful." Drake expressed his sincere appreciation.Dr. Jason smiled, "It's nothing, Mr. Sullivan. I did what I had to do." He paused for a while and then continued, "You just have to be careful now.""Why'd you say that?" Drake asked, his curiosity piqued.Dr. Jason walked closer to Drake, placing a hand on his shoulders, "There's a lot you don't know Mr. Sullivan.""What are you trying to say?" Drake's eyes looked up at the doctor as he could begin to feel that there was something the doctor wasn't