"I will leave if that's what you want," Grey said quickly before Dave would call his full name. Dave squeezed his face in concentration. "What's going on? Why would he leave?" "Mr. Dave, I would say you shouldn't worry about it. The security guards will do the job of riding us off the nuisance." One of the salespeople responded. Dave almost saw red. "What? Was that the question I asked you? This place belonged to my friend and I'm seriously going to tell him to fire the three of you!" He yelled in anger. "B_but," one of the salespeople started but Dave cut her off. "But what?" He looked at the security guards. "Are you still blocking his way?" He dipped into his pocket for his phone and placed a call to his friend. He took some steps away to talk so that no one else would hear him. "Can you believe what just happened in your store? Your salespeople and security guards just harassed someone they aren't supposed to," he confessed. "What do you mean?" Samson was Dave's close friend
Grey walked through the shelves and stopped suddenly as one of the salespeople walked closer to him. "What would you like to get? I can help you out," the salesperson expressed with a short bow. Grey reasoned it for a moment. "I will like anything that can fit on a size 8. Any dresses and skirts that are good," he responded. The salesperson nodded briefly. "Follow me, sir," she turned around and walked away. Grey followed after and they moved towards shelves arranged with beautiful dresses. "Make them twenty each. I want the best." The salesperson stopped to give him a short bow before she walked to grab what Grey wanted. . Smith had never felt so embarrassed after he came back to Jacksonville or after he left. He just didn't know how it all turned up on him. It was a bit suspicious. Why would the manager side with a nobody like Grey and neglect him that has been patronising them since day one? Could it be because Grey was the CEO of Victoria Skincare? But Hercules already cla
The men came down from both cars and stood in the way of Grey's cars. Suddenly, a car drove over to them. The driver got down and moved to open the back door. Arnold and David got out. They hesitated as they stared ahead of them. They wondered why Grey was in three cars. And they were even more worried at the fact that Smith hasn't shown up. They were supposed to meet at home in less than thirty minutes but Smith was suddenly nowhere to be found. Arnold and David decided to go on with the plan. "Where's Grey?" Arnold inquired. The door of all three Grey's cars opened suddenly and several men rushed out. Arnold and David were shocked for a moment because the men that got out were twice as much as they were. "Why are you looking for him?" Jimmy asked them. Arnold regarded him for a moment. "Who are you?" He asked, disregarding his question. Jimmy smiled briefly and stepped aside. The men parted a little space in the middle for Grey to walk out. Earlier, the moment the cars stopp
Smith had this confused look on his face as he took in the information. He burst out laughing suddenly. “What are you talking about?” he took his cup of wine and sipped. “You are so funny. How can you even compare the two? There's no way he's both. I mean Grey is just one poor boy struggling to achieve. Fine, he could have gotten closer to some important people in the society but he's nothing.” Seth nodded briefly, with a smile on his face. “Sure, I was just kidding with you.” Seth actually found out before he went. No, the first thing that happened was the fact that he was confused about him and then, he suspected he could be Hercules. And it turned out to be so eventually. “I'm here for a deal with Hercules,” he announced instead. Seth had wanted to let Smith know who Grey really was but that could actually be dangerous at that time. Figures, he doesn't even believe him. Come to think of it, who would? He found it difficult to believe as well until the facts were staring right at
Caramel couldn't stop thinking about what Grey told her. She knew it was possible. Well, Richard did tell her that she used to be close to Grey. And well, Grey could have been lying about them dating. What if Grey was lying about everything? What if there weren't even them in the first place? What if Grey was just trying to use Caramel like Richard said he would? If Grey didn't kill her mother, then who did? After Grey walked out of her room, she had been thinking of a perfect way to escape Grey and she found it eventually. The men were talking about the party that Grey would be having the second night. It was the billionaire party and well, almost everyone would attend. It was a perfect time for her to escape and maybe even make sure she did what she had wanted to do initially with Grey. She was going to try and kill Grey again and she was going to make sure she succeeded that time. Why? Because she didn’t believe him.. The car pulled to a stop suddenly beside the shore. The me
Smith placed a call to Arnold again and cursed mentally when he didn't pick up. He didn't know what was happening but he had been calling nonstop and no one was picking up. And it was starting to annoy him. No one was even informing him about the feedback. He didn't know what had happened to Grey. Smith walked inside the living room of the house they got before coming to Jacksonville. Everywhere was empty and eerily silent. And a question lingered in his mind. Where are they? Smith's phone rang suddenly, jerking him out of his thoughts. He called Seth earlier and they were supposed to discuss business later. He picked it up. "Hello, Seth." Seth hesitated. "I think we have a problem and that's why I wanted to ask you about Grey. When can we meet?" "Tomorrow is fine. I will text you, we can think of the location." "Alright, till then." Smith knew something has happened but he needed to find out. Which was why he was going to Russia that morning. He would find Arnold and demand a
The afternoon came so fast and it was eventually time for the billionaire party. Aphrodite left earlier to get ready after they both finished eating. Grey's suit arrived thirty minutes later, accompanied by a message from Charles. Charles was the one that chose the suit and he chose the best and most expensive suit ever. Grey got dressed in no time. Alfred's car pulled into his garage approximately an hour before the party. He got down and moved closer to him. "Are you using your face mask?" It was the first question that Alfred could ask him, seeing that something was missing from his appearance. Grey reasoned it for a moment. "I will," he decided. It still wasn't the time that he hoped to reveal his identity. If he went to the party, exposed, then he would surely risk exposing his identity. Reporters or paparazzi could be around. That aside, he couldn't trust the billionaires from other clubs. "I have it in the car. I will wear it before we arrive at the party," he assured.
What does having a gold card have to do with the type of situation that they were in? Giovanni wasn’t supposed to be at the party but somehow, he was and he was even feeling happy about it. “The party is about to start. We should go inside,” Giovanni muttered and walked inside with Ellen, a wide smile on his face. Grey looked at Alfred. “What does that mean? Why is Giovanni at this party after the order I made at the meeting the other time?” “It’s a gold card and it belongs to special members of the billionaire club from worldwide. It’s exclusive and can only last for two years,” Alfred explained. “So, Ellen has the exclusive power to let him inside the hall like that?” Grey was still surprised. Alfred nodded once. “Giovanni used to possess this kind of card. In fact, it expired right before you showed up.” Grey felt even angrier. Aphrodite was right when she said that Giovanni had connections everywhere. It was easy for him to find a way out no matter how much he tried. “I thin