Grey smiled and tried to insert cartridges into the pistol.Richard watched him do it, only to clasp his hand together for him. "You are a fast learner, I'm impressed, boss."Grey looked at him for a moment, a smile still tugging at his mouth before he aimed at the Target. He shot it severally and the bullet almost penetrated the bull's eyes."This is fast. In no time, you will be able to hit the target correctly," Richard complimented. " We should take a short break. What should I get you?"" Wine is ok," Grey responded and placed the pistol on the table.Charles appeared from behind him. "You are swift. Did your father teach you all these?"Grey moved to sit. "I'm a full option, which is why I am being very careful. Imagine if I had shown those people I was Hercules, what would have happened?"Charles nodded briefly, finally surrendering. He moved to sit in front of Grey. "I understand but sooner than later, you will still have to show your men that you are Hercules."" Yes but not
Grey got home late that night. He had to undergo some changes because of the party. He definitely didn't want to give Giovanni the chance to recognize him as the Grey he met at the auction. That aside, he would likely be seeing Alex that day as well. “Grey!” a soft voice called from behind as Grey took a step on the staircase. He stopped suddenly as realization dawned on him. He had forgotten that Caramel might be at home. Well, Caramel won't be at the billionaire club party, definitely. Grey turned around slowly to look at her, a smile on his face. Caramel regarded him for a moment in shock and admiration. Slowly, a satisfied grin curled up around her mouth. “What did you do to your hair?” “Just a change of style. I realized I needed it,” he lied. Thank goddess Charles would be coming over with the special deodorant and the suit or Caramel might suspect more. She was a great thinker anyways. “Wow, it fits you greatly,” she compliments. “I was going home anyways. I forgot my keys
The billionaire club party had started already. Some of the bigwigs in the society were already present. Reporters and paparazzi filled the vicinity, each trying their best to get a view of a shot of the Billionaire.That wasn't even the important thing. News had spread like wildfire among them. Hercules was going to attend the party and it was the first time in ten years that he would be attending a public gathering. People just couldn't wait to see his face and what he really look like.Three cars pulled to a stop in the driveway, the leading number displaying Giovanni. One of the entourage rushed to open the car door as Giovanni got down, accompanied by several men. Alex and Hattie also got down beside him and they both entered the hall.The paparazzi took several photos but the reporters were clearly uninterested. It looked like they were really waiting for Hercules.The party had started long ago and every important guest had arrived except Hercules. And it was slowly starting to
Grey looked away, his mind making a quick calculation of what he was supposed to do. Caramel must know he was hiding something. What if she guessed it was him? And she found the root of it? It was still very dangerous and he still didn't know how Caramel would react to it."I'm moving out now," he announced suddenly."Why?" Aphrodite was the first to ask, shocked."Not really," and he looked at Charles. "Follow me," and he walked away.Just as Caramel turned to look at him, Charles moved to block the view. However, Caramel knew Hercules was around because the news was already circulating on social media.Caramel didn't want to attend the party but suddenly, she received the invite and thought it was the maker of the dress that Grey got for her. The manager really did tell her that she would be able to attend any red-carpet event till the end of the year.So, Caramel decided to show up. She had even forgotten to inform Grey about it. Though, he believed he wouldn't know because he wou
"Yes! Wearing the president's suit and considering the fact that he's one of the richest men in the city is definitely worth it. Who knows, the person wearing it might be the next president, " the MC said and several hands went up in the air."$350,000! For the suit!"Grey finally dropped the microphone, raised both hands in surrender, and walked down the raised platform. Charles joined him and they both walked over to their table.Grey caught Giovanni staring hard at him as he passed by him. The anger in his eyes was enough to burn Grey's alife if look could kill."I will be taking it for $400,000," another one from the audience said.Just as another person raised a hand, the MC spoke quickly. "The president doesn't want it to extend $400,000. So, the suit goes to Mr. Clifford!" He announced.A round of applause filled the hall as Grey finally reached his table."What kind of stunt was that?" Gregory asked, still angry. "You could have been impeached and that would forever mean embar
"70 million dollars?" The MC laughed. "The president and the ex-president are not ready to let it off for each other. And it's starting to look very interesting. But to make it look even more interesting, whoever wins will be the first to dance. There will be a chance to look around the hall and dance with whoever they choose to dance with," he announced.At the announcement, Alex's ears went even wider as he stared over at Caramel. Then, a man went up to the stage and whispered some words into the MC's ears before he walked down again."Wow! Nice!" The MC laughed again. "I was just informed of something. To make it even more interesting, the winner can allow anyone to do the dance. And the video would be displayed all over the internet!" He expressed." This is even becoming very interesting. And Aphrodite isn't even around," Gregory joked.Grey didn't answer and instead looked over at Caramel. If there was something he wanted to do, it was to dance with her and he was going to do i
Caramel wanted to reject Hercules but she knew how much that would cost her. And well, she didn't want to be on a tone's bad side.That aside, it was Giovanni she hated and not Hercules.She slowly accepted the invite.The ladies whooped in delight as Grey led Caramel to the opening. The ladies stepped back, somehow wishing it could have been them.Never has it been that a president would dance in designer clothes but Hercules was breaking the rules. And no one was worried about it. In fact, everyone was happy with the newly elected president, knowing full well he was capable physically and financially.A piece of soft music played slowly.Caramel smiled nervously. "I don't really know how to dance."Grey pulled her closer suddenly and moved to whisper in her ears. " You don't need to. Just follow my steps, and I will lead you."Caramel felt her heartbeat increase at the contact of their body from under the material.The reporters and bloggers were around them, already recording them
Grey didn't reply and instead, pressed on the accelerator. The road wasn't that crowding and Grey overtook some of the cars until he arrived in a secluded place.He pulled up and stared at Chloe. "Why did you send the letter?"Chloe's eyes went wide and dark with shock as she regards Grey for a moment. It was at that moment that she noticed how handsome he actually looked, especially with his new hairstyle.Grey was the Hercules? The most richest and influential man but he pretended to be a lowly live-in son-in-law. And someone like her, who could not look at his face on a normal day, who could not afford the less expensive thing in his house abused him.It was all more reason that he would want to kill her. And well, the funniest thing about it was that no one might press charges. Hercules wasn't only the richest, he was a mafia boss."Answer me, Chloe. You didn't think I would get it's you? How did you even get to know about Caramel's kidnap? Were you stalking me? Did Giovanni send