"You have met Ibrahim?" Mrs. Grace asked back. "That's right! This morning I met him by accident," replied Mr. Badri. "Then, what does Ibrahim have to do with Brandon's words?" asked Mrs. Grace. Not having had time for Mr. Badri to answer, Mrs. Grace said again, "Listen to you, Badri! Brandon works only bragging, has no stance and a steady job. Let alone the house, money alone still asks me. So, it's very unlikely that Brandon has a house." Mr. Badri let out a long breath, hearing the words of Mrs. Grace who kept looking down on her own child."Grace, you must not expose your child's shortcomings in front of others. No matter how bad your child is, it must have advantages that you never imagined. You look down on your own child too much, Grace! Just so you know, I myself am very flattering and praise his strengths. Until Ibrahim also gave Brandon a special gift. Don't think, your child will be low and despised forever, Grace! There comes a time for Brandon to elevate his degre
Feeling his name called, Brandon turned to look at the driver of the car stopped nearby. "Damien!" Brandon exclaimed back. Brandon immediately rushed towards the driver of the car. They also shook hands and hugged each other. "Ay ay ay, where have you been Brandon? We haven't seen each other for a long time, where are you going to walk with the old man?" greeted Damien. "Hahaha, you haven't changed much, Damien! I'm not going anywhere, I now do live with the old man. You look so cool now, Damien!" Brandon retorted. "Ay ay ay, I feel mediocre Brandon! Where are you going, Brandon?" asked Damien."I want to find an inn, I'll just spend a day overnight. Do you know where there are inns around here?" replied Brandon as he asked back. "Ay ay ay, let me take you to find lodging. I know a good inn around here, the rental price is affordable. You still have good humor, Brandon!" replied Damien. "Hahaha, Damien in a while, I'll call the old man first," Brandon said. Brandon approaches
"Damien, you seem so shocked to hear that? What do you know about delivery controllers?" asked Brandon. "Ay ay ay, have you gone crazy, Brandon? I tell you Brandon, my best friend was killed during a test of his abilities. Just so you know, all members are fighters who have a high level of fighting ability. Even from a long distance, they can kill you in the blink of an eye," Damien explained. "Where did you know your best friend was killed?" asked Brandon. "Ay ay ay, because I enlisted, I gave up fighting the first fighter. I couldn't resist his strength, but my best friend kept pushing himself to fight to the death. Before it's too late, you'd better undo your intentions, Brandon! From the news I heard, the leader alone could not be touched by anyone. No one knows his face and name at all. Its members consider its leader to be a God," Damien replied.Brandon and Mr. Badri exchanged glances, they thought Damien's explanation was almost the same as Mr. Jordi's. Brandon himself
"Hey, who do you dare to threaten us? You don't know who you're dealing with, huh?" snapped one of the burly men. "You talk very loudly, your body is big. But really baby, your guts are too sweet. Are the three of you only daring towards a girl?" As it turned out, the one who threatened the three burly men was Brandon. Both Damien, Badri's master and the frightened girl, turned to Brandon. "Brash! You've insulted and demeaned us, man! You apparently want to dig your grave here, huh?" snapped one of the burly men. "Ay ay ay, you deserve insults from me, because you only dare weak women," Brandon replied imitating Damien's words."Bastard! You too want to meddle in our affairs, huh? Accept your death, man!" One of the burly men pulled out a pistol and fired at Brandon. The bullet, which was travelling fast, was caught easily with two of Brandon's fingers. All eyes were wide open with mouths agape as Brandon caught the bullet with two fingers. Mr Badri himself could hardly belie
"My name is Brandon, this is Badri and Damien's master. I'm from Brooklyn, Mr. Badri from Central Park. While Damien is from Long Island, where are you from, miss?" replied Brandon as he asked back. "I live in this neighborhood, my home is in the Queensboro hills. But, now I don't have a home anymore. You are all here, what is the matter?" asked Heidi. "We're just passing by, miss Heidi! The three of us will spend the night here, tomorrow morning will continue our journey home," Brandon replied. "I haven't thanked you yet, you'd better leave here quickly before they come more. Lord Bobi is the master of this territory, his men are numerous and powerful. You won't be able to fight them all," explained Heidi, who looked panicked."Calm down miss, there is nothing you need to worry about, right. I give you advice, you better find a place to hide," Brandon said. "They will chase wherever I go, I have nowhere to hide," Heidi retorted. Brandon turns to Mr. Badri and Damien, hoping they
"Ay ay ay, I really like your style, Brandon! I'm proud to have a friend like you," Damien said. Mr. Badri also praised Brandon's words, which immediately melted Heidi's heart. Mr. Badri grew in awe of Brandon, who was getting wiser day by day. Mr. Badri walked up to Brandon, and then he whispered, "Brandon, you managed to melt that girl's heart. Soon, the girl will like you." "Gosh! You're trying to get me hooked on that girl, Mr. Badri? I have no intention of liking any woman, including that girl," Brandon retorted. "Ay ay ay, do you two want to book a room or keep whispering?" asked Damien. "Well! We will book four rooms, you book first! Me and Mr. Badri want to talk one-on-one for a while," Brandon replied.Damien also booked four rooms to the innkeeper. The innkeeper gave the keys to each room to Damien. While Mr. Badri was still talking to Brandon. "Mr. Badri, you haven't answered my question just now," Brandon said. "Hahaha, I don't mean anything, Brandon! What's wron
Kelly showed Majid her phone screen. How surprised Majid was to see that the caller's initials were his stepmother. "Majid, should I answer your stepmother's call?" asked a visibly panicked Kelly. Majid was a little hesitant, but Majid spontaneously replied, "Don't! You just leave it alone until the call is automatically disconnected." "How about your stepmom calling back?" asked Kelly. "Let it go! When the first call is disconnected, you immediately turn off your phone," Majid replied. "I'm afraid that your stepmother will look for me, surely your stepmother will be furious if I don't answer her. I'm afraid, your stepmother is back home to look for me," Kelly retorted. "Don't worry miss Kelly, my stepmother doesn't know this place. You are in a safe place now, after all it was my father who decided you were here," Majid explained."How about your stepmother scattering all her men looking for me, Majid? If your stepmother finds out you're not home either, what should we do?" a
How shocked Mrs. Paula was, when someone reprimanded her severely. Mrs. Paula turned her body, the master Ibra was already right in front of her. "Why are you back in this house, Paula? Haven't you thrown me out of this house?" snapped master Ibra. "I,... I just want to see Majid's condition, you know where Majid is, father?" Mrs. Paula asked back. "What are you asking Majid for? You have no right to ask about it, you certainly know what his current condition is," replied master Ibra, deliberately covering up Majid's whereabouts. "I am his mother, I deserve to know his whereabouts," replied Mrs. Paula."You're not his mother, Paula! Majid's biological mother died a long time ago, of course you know that," explained Mr. Ibra. "What do you mean, dad? I have been taking care of Majid, I am also the one looking for a nurse for him. Why did you suddenly say this to me?" asked Mrs. Paula. "You don't take care of it, Paula! You let Majid remain paralyzed and bedridden," replied Ibra's