For the past one week, Lucas had been working consistently as the cleaner with so much hatred from people. He didn't blame them because they were all oblivious to who he was. Lucas stayed at the corner where he constantly stays to monitor the affairs of the company. A large smirk escapes from his lips the moment Denver walks into the financial department. He had been visiting there every day since Lucas started working there and it made Lucas very excited because he would finally be able to have something that would pull him totally down and ripe him of all the chances of trying to compute with him. He had noticed the guy that Denver always goes to visit and had arranged everything to get him today. As soon as Denver left the office, Lucas loomed around to ensure that the environment was clear before he got into the man's office. The man was so engrossed in his work that he didn't know when Lucas walked in. Lucas went straight and injected a substance into his body that would
Denver walked into the Belcraft group and bumped into Lucas who was dressed in his working clothes…as a janitor. A small frown spread across Denver face as he blew out hot air and rolled his eyes. He was already having a bad day because it was hard to figure out something wrong going in the company. Meeting with Lucas was something he didn’t plan for. “And don’t you have eyes to see?” Denver yelled out of his lungs, clenching his fist as though he was going to start a fight. Lucas observed Denver closely, he could clearly tell that he was not having a good time at all. “I was going about my job and cleaning up this place before you bumped into me”, Lucas replied with a calm voice since he didn’t want to use his strength to talk to him. Denver let out a deep sigh and dug his hands into his hair, hissing in frustration and sucking his teeth in rage. “For Gods sake! What exactly are you trying to prove my disguising yourself as a poor worker in the Belcraft group?” Denver asked Luc
“I have the information you want, young master”, Blake said as he walked over to Lucas, with a small note in his hands. He handed the note over to Lucas who looked at it calmly and nodded with a smile. “You always show up and help out Blake. I really appreciate that”, he said with a wider smile that made Blake lower his head in respect. Earlier, he had told Blake to help out in trailing Denver and his movement. He wanted to have an idea about where he usually went to and what he does with the entire money he stole from the Belcraft group. “Apparently, he is at a club at the moment. I guess going there would make you realize what he might be up to”, Blake suggested and Lucas nodded his head in affirmation. “Get ready. We are going there. I won’t be going as the heir though. We would be taking a cab and you have to pretend that you don’t know who I am”, Lucas said to Blake who nodded his head in affirmation. “Also…no matter what Denver tries to do to me, don’t show up to try to he
Denver woke up with a headache. He groaned in pain and quickly dressed up to make his way to the Belcraft group. This particular phase of the competition was quite heavy on me because despite the number of times he went to the company, he was yet to figure out what the problem going on could be. He thought of Lucas and how he showed up in the club last night and for some reasons he couldn’t decipher, there was something unsettling about it. He didn’t like the fact that Lucas seemed to be trailing him because it made it look as if his secret was now out. To confirm this, he felt the great need to visit the finance office, to be sure that his ally who worked with him was still intact. He got dressed and quickly walked out of his room and into his car. He drove to the Belcraft group as fast as his legs could carry him, breathing heavily and trying to get rid of the fear that was buried in the deepest part of his heart. Once he got to the Belcraft group, he walked towards the finance
The meeting room was silent, with Denver and Lucas sitting opposite each other. Their grandfather was on his wheel chair, a distance away from them but so close that he could see the look they had on their faces. “Let me start by welcoming my two grandsons to todays meeting. I’m glad each time I’m with you both”, he started, smiling at Lucas who smiled back at him. Denver hissed silently. He felt as though he was an outcast and that ached his heart to the core. He wanted his grandfather to look at him in the way and manner he did to Lucas.“A while ago, I gave you both a quest to find and discover problems that is currently in the company. I told you both that you would get a point if I mark what you have discovered as right”, their grandfather continued while Lucas nodded his head in affirmation. Denver didn’t have a very pleased look on his face. Perhaps it was because he didn’t really have anything tangible to present to his grandfather. “Let’s start with Denver”, their grandfa
After their grandfather walked out of the room, Denver and Lucas remained on the chair. They both had different thoughts going round their head but Denver was the most confused one. “And so what? You think you are now the heir?” Denver asked Lucas who sighed deeply and remained silent. As long as Denver was concerned, there was no way Lucas would be named the heir without a fight. “Why? Are you now trying to say that I don’t deserve it?” Lucas fired back at Denver who sighed deeply and slammed his fist on the table. “Lucas, who do you think you are?” Denver asked with a gritted teeth, looking into Lucas eyes with a deadly stare. “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me who I am? I am the HEIR OF BELCRAFT!” Lucas said with a stoic voice, making Denver to almost explode out of rage. “Is that too hard to accept? We were both given a fair share and chance to play our roles. He told us that we should carry out a task and I did mine. So, why is it so hard for you to accept the fact that I
Emily was about to go for classes when her phone rang. "Who could this be?" She muttered to herself as she peered into the screen for aby sign of the caller's ID.She was taken aback when she saw that it was a private coded number. Initially, she didn't want to pick the call. It was unsafe to do that and for the most part…Without giving it much thought, she clicked on the green icon on her screen and brought the phone to her ears.A grunt followed by groans of pain greeted her ears. "Em-Em—" the voice faltered as the person on the caller's end coughed and groaned more. It was strange but her senses went on high alert. She recognized that v.oice."Lucas… Lucas is that you?" Her voice cane out shaky. She was tensed. So many questions raced through her mind. What happened to Lucas? Was he sick?Lucas coughed again and she jolted back to reality. "Emily… I was kidnapped by some unknown men. They released me and…and I'm too weak to find my way back to the city,"Emily's jaw dropped. How w
"Lucas!" Emily screamed at the top of her voice. Not minding if his abductors were anywhere around or not. Lucas tried to stand up but he was too weak.She quickly rushes towards him and helps him up. Her eyes became teary when she noticed he was drenched in blood. "Who did this to you?" Emily regretted asking the question in the first place. It wasn't necessary to know right now. The most important thing was that he's alive."We need to get out of here right now. Before those evil men come back and find us here," She said in apprehension.He nodded slowly, too weak to speak. Emily lifted his hands and placed it over his shoulders. "Here, just try to stand up please," she pleaded with him.Lucas gripped a rusted iron chair that was close by and held onto it tightly so his whole weight wouldn't rest on Emily as he stood up to his feet."Argh…" he groaned. His shirt and everything he was wearing was stained with blood. He was breathing heavily and she feared he might be losing oxygen.S
Before Lucas could make a movement out of the location, a gang of boys had gathered already, surrounding him. The old man couldn't just stop calling him a thief even after he had explained to him that the money belonged to him. However, at some point in time, Lucas couldn't blame them. He had not taken his time to think through his actions. He should have known that it was definitely going to be outrageous for an odd looking man like him to display such huge amount of money, even if he was in disguise. No one but him knew he was in disguise as a poor man after all.Soon enough, it looked to him like the old man had filled the gang in with the wrong details. That explained the disapproving and angry stares they gave to him. It was unfortunate that even as he tried to plead with them so he could tell them the truth from the misconception the old man had, they had began to throw blows at him, kicking and slapping him at the same time.Lucas considered their action to be inconsiderate, i
He was more shocked to see the group of people staring at him, confusion spread out on their faces. There were just three of them. Three women, staring at him. And neither of them was ready to move away from the spot they were standing at. Although he wasn't surprised at how they stared at him. As of that time, he was no longer the rich looking, handsome billionaire. He was now an ugly haggard poor man who was sniffing around the cliff, probably searching for what to eat. After staring at them in silence for quite some time, he decided to make a move as he suddenly remembered what he had thought of doing if things didn't work out fine. As usual, there was always a plan B.Surprisingly, the first step he took made them take another step back. Despite given the distance, he could still see the distrust that equally led to fear on their faces. Of course, he should have expected that. “I won't hurt you please. I just need to ask you a few questions.” He said, taking another step towards
The last action he did was button up the torn trousers he was putting on. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have a mirror where he could look up himself to see how he looked in his disguised form. He had made a mental note to himself before leaving the house that he had to look the poorest ever.After his several attempts to make the people around him believe that Emily was not dead had failed, Lucas took it upon himself to go search for her himself. He knew how hard he had paid people to go in search of her. However, it was heart breaking to say that there was no one who took it in their deep interest to find her because if they did, he was pretty sure that some positive results would have come out. He was presently at one of the abandoned and deserted warehouses he knew about. That was another perfect spot for a billionaire like him to suddenly transform himself into a disgusted poor man which people would want to stay away from. He had chosen the warehouse, far from the mansion so
“He used to be a student at the school.” The words of Mr. Shaw couldn't stop playing in her head. “I was able to go into the city. That was the only place I could think of finding him since no one here knew who he was. And I had to start from where we had found you. When there was nothing positive there, I moved further. Along the line, I was able to find a group of people, young boys especially who had an idea of him. According to the people I found, he used to be a student at one Belmont Academy.” The old man explained to Emily.At first, when he had come into the house with the good news of having found the man in the picture and knowing his location, Emily felt her heart gladden. Even if they were on a maybe part of finding him, she believed a clue was worth something. But as it stood, she had just one question… how would she find him in a big school just as the old man described? From the look of the young man in the picture, he didn't look like one to still be in school. So, wh
It was two days gone in her new place, and Emily still couldn't remember who she was or where she came from. All she had with her was her name which sometimes she questions if it might truly be her name. And also the picture which she had given to Mr. Shaw to help her find the truth behind it. Ever since the date she found the picture, she took it upon herself to search every nook and cranny of the bag said to belong to her, with the intention of finding anything else that could tell her who she truly was. Unfortunately, there was nothing. It was just a bunch of make up kit, the name tag, and the picture. However, what Emily was truly focused on at the moment was finding out who the man in the picture was. She believed that if she found out who he truly was, it could be a lead to her real identity.Now, she was home alone like the previous days. Mrs. Shaw had gone to her place of business, insisting that she had to fully recover before she would start working for her as they had agre
Blake stood to stare at his friend in confusion. He didn't want to believe what he had just heard from him. But then, he was forced to believe him, owning to the seriousness on his face. “I have a lot of questions concerning this if you're actually serious about it.” Blake finally opened up to say.There was a reign of silence as Lucas didn't respond to him. “How did you leave to find Emily? Where did you also go to find her, Lucas?” Blake asked, hoping he would still get a response from him because definitely, he was curious.“When you all were asleep, foolishly believing that she is actually gone for good.” Lucas answered, a sting of betrayal playing in his voice. “Lucas, you're endangering your life.” Blake said, concern glaring in his voice.“I don't care if I had to do that. All I want is to find my woman.” Lucas said forcefully, turning to look back at Blake.“Let me remind you that this supposed woman is dead.” Blake said. “Her body was not found. That doesn't mean that she
“Is he still locked up in his room?” Mr. Belcraft asked Blake the moment he walked in. Blake let out a deep sigh firstly before he could respond.“I'm just coming in. But I bet he would still be locked up in his room.” Blake finally answered. The old man was the next on line to let out a deep sigh. When Blake watched him closely, he could see the wrinkles which had appeared on his face. It was clear to him that the old man was more stressed up than anyone else could be.And truth be told, he just had to be, owning to the fact that he deeply cared about his grandson.“Will you help me go check up on him?” Mr. Belcraft opened up again, pleadingly.“Of course Mr. Belcraft. I would do that.” Blake said, and he nodded his head in approval. Blake then turned in the attempt of doing what he had come to do as well as what he had been pleaded to do. However, just when he was about to take further steps upstairs, leading to Lucas room, he suddenly stopped. He quickly turned back to him. “Mr. B
All through the ride last night, Emily couldn't get her head off the fact that she was about to go start a new life in a village she knew no one or nothing about. Although underneath the scary feeling, she felt thrilled to go start a new life. When she thought deeper about the bold step she had taken towards an unknown destination, she pushed aside the fear that clunged onto her. After all, she couldn't remember who she was. There was a possibility her new journey could make it all happen. The clattering sound she had heard caused her to open her eyes, and sit on the bed. "Oh, God." She yawned deeply. For a minute, she had forgotten that she was now in the home of her saviors, the old woman and her husband. After she had pleaded with her to let her leave with them, the old woman had thought of it wise to inform her husband. Clearly, Emily didn't object to it. All she did was pray inwardly that the old man was going to accept it. And he did. While they took it upon themselves t
She had thought that the smell of drugs, syringe, and possible vomit had only conjured in her dream. However, she was all wrong when she opened up her eyes. Her first sight was the bulb producing light which was on, and the rolling fan. She stayed put for a while as she tried hard to realize where she was. Sadly, the harder she tried, the more pain she felt. The young lady closed her eyes shut again. This was in a bid to calm her hurting head, and also see if she could get anything. When she did it for the longest time she could remember, and nothing happened, she opened back her eyes. It was at that time she used the opportunity to look around where she was. Definitely, she had not been wrong when the smell told her she could be in a hospital. Even if her memory had a bit of lagging behind, she could as well recognize what an hospital looked like. But, she still couldn't think past the question she had. Why was she in a hospital? She thought. Despite the struggles, she finally