Kourtney smiled crookedly as they stepped into the showroom that was filled with the most exotic of all cars. "As you can see, each brand is separated from the others," Kourtney mumbled, raised his right hand and pointed at the cars arranged beside them, and then let out, "these were Mercedes-Benz over there, followed by Toyota products, Mitsubishi and Volkswagen product... Which among them did you like?" Andrew peeked at the cars, shook his head, and muttered, "None of this. I want something costlier." Kourtney glared at Andrew, bobbed his head gestured to them to follow him, and then let out, "You better buy a car, otherwise, you will be sorry for wasting my time." "Don't you think it's insulting to be abusing your customers?" Andrew asked back. "You are a piece of trash, Andrew. I'm sure my security guards will put sense into that foolish skull of yours," Kourtney mumbled, turned towards Jackson and let out, "and you, Mr Jackson. Did you think someone as poor as this man can a
"Good morning, Mr Wilson," Kourtney welcomed his boss with a nod, pointed at Andrew, then at Jackson and mumbled, "These two men came to buy our Bentley with fake or stolen platinum credit cards." Wilson glared at Andrew, back at Kourtney and asked," How did you know the credit card is fake or stolen? Did our machine reject it?" "No," Kourtney answered back, shaking his head and mumbling, "I don't even bother to check if maybe it will work or not." "May I know the reason why you just concluded that these men here were dupers or thieves when you haven't confirmed their transaction?" Wilson asked. "I am friendly with the family of Andrew's wife, and I am sure all their present wealth can't pay for our Bentley," Kourtney answered back, pointed at Jackson and let out, "and this other man is my wife's ex-husband. Poor and miserable... I believe both came here to spy on us, and not to buy any car." "So you conclude it was either stolen or fake because you are familiar with the buyer's f
Babcock hunched over the system in his front and pressed the keyboard buttons for a while, he then looked up and muttered, "A one-time password had been sent to the owner of this card. Kindly verify if you receive any message." "He can't receive any message because the platinum card didn't belong to him," Kourtney announced, smirked and let out, "Why are we wasting time? Let's get these clowns arrested now." "Not yet," Wilson answered back, turned towards Andrew and asked, "Can you verify the account now if the card truly belongs to you." "Sure," Andrew mumbled back, dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone. "Wow!" Wilson exclaimed at the sight of the Thuraya satellite phone. And without being told, he realised the customers in his store were not only rich but from a royal family. "I had verified the one-time password. You can go ahead with the transaction," Andrew said with a grin, then winked at Jackson and whispered," Don't be scared. We will be leaving here
The Bentley was driven out of the showroom and parked beside the taxi that brought Andrew and Jackson to Wilson's automobile store. A moment later, both men walked out of the director's office and were followed by Wilson. "This is your car keys. You can also be coming here for its servicing and repairs," Wilson announced, placed the keys in Andrew's hand, and let out, "Kindly advertise my business to your friends and colleagues." "Sure. We will," Andrew mumbled back as he stepped closer to the car. He pressed the button on the key holder, and a beeping tone sounded as the tail light blinked and the door at the driver's side jerked open. Andrew and Jackson had entered several cars in their lives, but none had ever seen the inside of a Bentley. And both gape at the interior of the car with astonishment. "This is beautiful and can't be compared to that iron I was driven before," Jackson announced as saliva drooled from his open mouth. "You are right. This car is made for the royal,
The white-painted Bentley drove toward the O'Connor's villa, stopped at the big black gate and the driver pressed the horn button. An elderly man poked his head out of the hole in the body of the gate gawked at the beautiful car in front, and then asked, "Who is that?" "It's Andrew. Open the gate and let my driver drive inside." The man promptly opened the gate and then gawked as the Bentley was driven inside, and then towards the last building at the end of the villa. "This was the place I had known as my only house, and the O'Connor family were my only family, until a few months ago," Andrew turned towards his friend and let out. "Will you forgive Andrea and give her another chance?" Jackson asked. "It depends on her. If she is truly sorry for the past and ready to accept me as her husband, then I will. But I don't want her to know about my wealth before making her decision." "Good idea," Jackson answered back and then parked in front of the building, turned toward Andrew an
"Give it to me, Andrea," Andrew cried out and then hurried towards Andrea. "Have it, madam Alice. You can call the cops if you like," Andrea announced as she threw the diamond emblem towards Madam Alice, and then stood Akimbo when Andrew loomed closer to her. "Damn you, you will all rot in jail if I see any scratch on that," Andrew yelled in anger, turned and marched towards Madam Alice. "Stop there and don't dare take one more step!" Madam Alice was on her feet, and her eyes shone dangerously as she yelled louder, "I will make sure you are punished for yelling at me... Have you forgotten your night in the gutter?" "Tried that shit with me, and before all gods, I will make sure you are miserable for the rest of your life," Andrew murmured as he stepped towards Madam Alice, bobbed her slap and held her frail arm, and then yelled out," and don't dare raise your hand on me again." "Did you want to beat me?.. Oh my gosh! Andrew had beaten his in-laws in their house," Madam Alice tried
Time froze as the door of the Bentley door fell with a loud thud and all eyes darted at it, then back at the landlord. "Oh my goodness! You just broke half a million-dollar mirror," Jackson placed his two palms on his head and mumbled, "All your assets can't buy a new mirror." Andrew was speechless as he stepped towards the Bentley. He stooped down, picked up the mirror, peeked at it, then back to the old man and let out, "You have destroyed my property because of your miserable house rent. Tell me how much he owns you, and I will pay you now." "Ten thousand dollars. That is how much he owed me," the man answered back with feigned boldness. Andrew dipped his hand inside his pocket, brought out a wad of dollars and let out," This is ten thousand dollars. Have your miserable money." "Then you must buy us a new mirror, and repair our car," Jackson added. "Daddy... Daddy. Welcome home," two identical male twins raced out of the house, towards Jackson and leapt on him. "Meet Tommy a
Apart from Tommy and Jimmy who chattered through the drive to The palace hotel, the two grown-up men were lost in their thought till Jackson drove into the large gate of the hotel, then parked among the several exotic cars. "Welcome to our end-of-the-year party," a beautiful lady in a white and short blouse and mini-skirt welcomed them with a bow, then opened the passenger's door, and helped Tommy and Jimmy out of the car. "Thank you, Miss. Hope we are not late?" "The party is still going on," the lady answered back, smiled and let out, "Please come with me." The inside of the hotel's large hall was filled to the brim, and the voice of the musician on the podium far off boomed louder than the chattering of the guests. "Seat here while I notify our waiters and waitresses to serve you," the lady announced, then pointed at some empty chairs far off. Andrew gestured to the rest of the crew with him and let out, "Come with me." Moments later, Jackson, Andrew and the two twins sat