The whole hall turned hysterical after Einstein's speech, and some guests left in annoyance, while others uttered profanity words at the sad-looking man. During the commotion, Jackson pulled his two sons by their hands and then gestured to Andrew and let out, "Let's get out of here before it turned violent. I have kids here with me." "Let us go to my lodge so that your children can relax. It had been a hectic day for all of us." The two men wobbled among the crowd and were at the hall entrance when someone called Jackson's name from behind. "That is Miss Simpson's voice. Let's wait for her," Andrew let out and then smiled at his shivering friend. "Are you going without saying goodbye?" Miss Simpson announced. She paused, gawked at the identical twins and asked, "Which among you came to call me?" "I." "It's me." Miss Simpson looked at both twins, giggled and let out, "Are you trying to get me confused? Anyway, I love twins and I adored them when they were identical. She turned
"I suggest you go and meet her, she sounds autocratic, and I would hate to be on her bad side," Jackson muttered, and his speech seemed to pull Andrew out of his reverie. "I hate the way she is trying to order me around," Andrew answered back, standing up and pacing to and fro in the well-adorned executive lodge. "You don't have a choice, at least you ought to know why she called for you." Andrew nodded his head, peeked at his Thuraya satellite phone for a while, and then hurriedly punched some numbers on it. "Who are you calling?" Andrew ignored Jackson's peering eyes as the line rang at the other side, and then released the breath he wasn't aware of holding when a voice muttered. "You finally decided to call me since I gave you a phone... How are you, Andrew Elizabethans?" "I am good, sir. Isabella called and demanded my presence. May I know the reason why?" "All your sisters had been eager to meet you since I informed them about you. I think she just wants to see what you l
After several hours of driving, Andrew noticed a billboard that notified them of a mall half a kilometre away, and this made him turn toward Jackson and let out, "Drive into that mall so that I can pick some gifts for my family." "Good idea," Jackson let out, peeked through the left car window, branded off the highway, into the blue-painted open gate, and parked at their car park. "Stay inside the car, while I go into their stores for the gifts." "No, Andrew. I am hungry and need to pick some food to munch on the way. Let's go together." The two men disembarked from the Bentley and walked towards the blue-painted mall, and the sliding glass was opened by a middle-aged man in an impeccable white T-shirt and blue pants. He bowed to welcome them, and then let out, "Welcome to Santa Fe Mall, Sirs." "We are here to pick some gifts and something edible," Jackson answered back, and then asked, "This place is filled with several goods and will take us some time to discover what we need,
Joel picked up the Da-Vinci painting from the shopping cart, folded it and was about to hand it to Bush when Andrew stepped in his front, shook his head sideways and let out, "I have already bought this painting. Tell your customer to pick another artefact." "You must be a stranger at this side of the city," Bush shouted out in anger, pointed at Andrew and yelled louder, "You will be sorry for being at loggerhead with me." "Who are you?" Jackson stepped in front of Andrew and walked toward Bush. His tall and huge size made Bush cower back with fear. "Mr Bush is engaged to the Elizabethan family. As you are aware they are the most powerful family around here, being in his bad record will not augur well for us," the sales manager whispered to Andrew's right ear. He then bowed at Bush and mumbled, "They don't know you, but I do. Be patient and let me handle this." "Patient my foot. Tell these two strangers that I am related to the royal family by marriage, and annoying me will not end
Andrew and Jackson entered their Bentley and drove out of the mall, and their car accelerated towards Orange County. Because they had spent lots of time inside the mall, the sky was dark except for the stars and the moon, and the coolness of the night made them believe rain may fall over the night. Jackson turned toward Andrew who sat beside him at the front and begged, "Give me your phone. I want to call Miss Simpson and ask about my kids." "You want to ask about your kids, or you want to hear Miss Simpson's voice?" Andrew asked as he removed the Thuraya satellite phone from his pocket and dialled Miss Simpson's telephone number. Jackson collected the phone and muttered back, "Both. I would love to hear her voice, and also to know if Tommy and Jimmy are okay. He paused his speech as the phone rang at the other side of the line and was picked up by Miss Simpson. "Hello, Andrew," Miss Simpson's voice boomed out of the telephone's speaker. "This is Jackson. Andrew's friend. I wa
Since Andrew and Jackson's wrists were handcuffed, nothing they could do, but complain as they were driven into the front of a big, blue gate, then into Orange County police station, and then marched into a blue-painted building. Two officers saluted Rollings and mumbled, "Welcome, boss." "What happened during my absence?" Rolling asked. "Nothing, boss. We were just sitting and chatting since you left," one of the officers answered back. Rollings nodded his head and smiled with satisfaction, pointed at Andrew and Jackson and announced, "These two were arrested for possession of the royal emblem. Call Mr Elizabethan and find out if they lost any property." "Okay, boss," the officer answered back, gawked at the two accused and announced, they looked like criminals." "You won't believe they were driving a Bentley when we arrested them." One of the officers that arrested Andrew let out. "Where is their car?" "Parked where they were arrested. We will drive it down here and conduc
The villa Jackson drove into was constructed on large hectares of land. And the light from tall poles made everywhere look like daylight. The wall was painted purple, and at the front of a big castle stood a huge statue of a lion that symbolised their connection to royalty. Some guards in blue uniforms bowed to welcome them into the villa. And one among them pointed at the car park far off and then raced after the Bentley. He stopped in front of the passenger's side at the front seat, bowed and muttered as he opened the car door, "Welcome, Prince Andrew. All your family are waiting in the dining room for you, please come with me." Andrew stepped out of the car, smiled at the guard, and then gestured at Jackson to come with him. "Wow!" Jackson exclaimed a the sight of various exotic cars awaiting the royal family. He shakes his head and utters, "It's good to be rich. Imagine driving a car that matches the colour of your clothing whenever you are going out." "There are choppers and
Three ladies with white aprons over their blue uniforms arrived with trays filled with meals, and they placed them on the dining table, set some plates in front of the five people and began to dish the meal onto their plates. As for Jackson who had never eaten with a rich man before, his eyes gawked at the grain, mutton, vegetables, fruit, fish, bread and wines in his front. "I hope you are enjoying the meal?" Miranda peered at her brother and asked. "Yeah," Andrew answered back as he took another bite of the mutton, he nodded with satisfaction, chewed the meat in his mouth and let out, "The mutton is soft and succulent. And the bread is soft and sweet." "Andrew is right, " Jackson who had been looking for the opportunity to compliment the proficiency of the culinarian announced with a satisfying grin. Mr Elizabethan smiled as he picked a strawberry, peeked at it, took a bite and muttered, "I am very happy that all my families were here with me... I wish your mother was here, s