The drive from the city park to The Presidential hotel takes two hours. And Andrew and his sisters arrived when the sun was already blazing in the sky. And because of the hot weather, Miranda announced that she would like to swim in the hotel swimming pool before eating her lunch. "I'm hungry, Andrew. Let Miranda go swimming, while we eat our lunch," Isabella announced, after yawning three consecutive times in one minute. "There are places to sit beside the pool as we order our lunch," Andrew mumbled. He raised his hand and pointed towards his right side, and then let out," There are canopies over there to serve as shade against the sun as well." "Good. Let's have lunch, relax, and then go swimming," Isabella muttered. The trio walked through the long lobby, stepped down some steps, and arrived at the swimming pool side. While Andrew and Isabella looked for a place to sit, Miranda walked towards the female restroom to change into a swimming suit that she brought along from Ora
Andrew leapt over the steps and hurried towards the emergency section of the infirmary. Despite the heavy weight of the unconscious woman in his arms, he scurried through the long lobby and arrived in front of a door with a sticker, 'intensive care unit.' "Hello. Who is on duty? My sister is unconscious," he screamed out, hurried toward a patient bed beside the wall and lowered the lifeless lady into it. "Where is the doctor?" "Here, I am the doctor," an old man in a white gown and extra large spectacles appeared at the doorway. He gawked at Andrew, and then at the lady on the bed. "What did you do to her?" "Someone slapped her twice on the cheek. And she had been unconscious since then," Andrew answered back. He sighed and dipped his hand inside his pocket to search for his handkerchief. He sighed again when he discovered he had lost it, and then used the helm of his suit to clean the ball of sweat on his face. "Stepped out of the room and let me attend to her... And make sure yo
Kratos's shirt was soaked with sweat, and he lay flat on the ground and wept furiously. Realising he just killed the daughter of the most powerful man in the country, he understood this was the end of his father's political ambition. "Get up, Kratos. It's not as bad as it seemed. It's an accident and I'm sure your family lawyer will save you from jail," Emily mumbled as she tried to pull Kratos to his feet." "It's worse, Emily. Elizabethan is my daddy's political godfather, and we owe all our success to him. Oh my goodness! What have I done?" "How will I explain to your father that Isabella died under my care?" Simpson asked with a shocked face. "The doctor stepped towards Andrew and then whispered into his ear. And Andrew's sad face promptly becomes less horrible. " I suggest we settle this around a table. We shouldn't let the only son of a distinguished member of the society go to jail," Andrew announced. "What are you talking about, Andrew? This fool just killed my sister an
Kratos is as white as a ghost when Isabella steps into Simpson's office. Miranda leapt up and raced towards her and then wrapped her arm around her neck. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were dead." "I'm not dead. I just feign unconsciousness to punish Kratos." "You didn't die! Ouch... Thank you, father lord," Kratos cried out. He cleaned his sweat off with the helm of his shirt and mumbled, "I can't believe I was fooled into giving out hundreds of cars for your death when you are alive!" "You should be grateful that I pitied you. I planned to punish you severely for assaulting my sister," Andrew announced. "I hope Kratos had learnt his lesson," Simpson said. She smiled crookedly and announced, "You won't ever hit a woman again, not even with a flower, will you?" "I can't. Oh, no. I have learnt my lesson and this trauma alone is enough to stop me from raising my arm against women. My gosh! I nearly died of guilt." "My anger is with the guard who allowed himself t
Established hundreds of years ago, the Arkansas Youth Club is the only organisation that unites all the rich kids of the city. And to be among the members means a lot to an average Arkansas youth. To get connected to important personalities, get employed in government corporations or multinational corporations, or collect multi-billion dollar contracts, you must be among the members of the youth club. For years, Andrew had tried to join, but he was always chased off or beaten. And when he remembered that the club would be admitting new members today, the desire to fulfil his lifetime wish soared in his mind. Built-in a rectangular shape and decorated with expensive gadgets, the room was swarming with richly dressed ladies and gentlemen as Andrew pushed the sliding glass and stepped inside. An usher In a white suit bowed at his presence, offered him a glass of champagne and then pointed one of his fingers toward an empty cushion chair far off and let out, "Please sit over there, Sir."
Since the creation of the club, no newcomer had ever contended with a bonafide member for the position of club president. This may be the reason why all eyes gawked at Andrew as he stood up from his seat and walked towards the podium.As expected, tongues wag at his back and the loathsome son-in-law of the O'Connor family heard but ignored them. "I think have seen his face here before. Is this not the young man that was beaten sometime ago when he forced himself into our club?" A beautiful lady in an armless frock asked her equally beautiful friend. "Yes. His name is Andrew, and he is the son-in-law of the O'Connor family." "This young man can't afford to contend with you, Jerry," a lad with dreadlocks hair and a tattoo over half of his face cried out. "Don't be fooled by the chain on his neck and his wristwatch. I bet they were counterfeits," a lady sitting beside the tattooed man let out. "Fuck you, Andrew. It's now time for my payback," Jude's voice boomed louder in the hall
For the first time since Andrew became rich, he enjoyed the privilege of being rich.After eating a sumptuous meal and drinking some champagne, he stood up from his VIP seat and stepped into the midst of the dancing crowd. "Come and dance with me." "He is mine." "I called him first." Three ladies blocked his front and begged him to dance with them, but Andrew ignored all of them as his eyes searched the room for someone. "Hello, Andrew. I want to apologise for not believing that you are the secret heir of the Elizabethan family. I hope you will forgive me and let's be friends as we used to be." "No problem, Jude. I have forgiven you. Just be good and stop being snobbish," Andrew announced. He walked through the large hall, bowed and waved at his new fans and grinned when most of the ladies winked at him. Some years ago, they had all behaved differently to him. But today, all of them want to be his friend. Such is the power of wealth. Little wonder one of the wise men that eve
Betty was in the company of a stunning lady in a pink shirt and blue miniskirt. And she stood up and bowed as Andrew stepped closer to her. Dazzling in her white lace that shows all her beautiful shapes and contours, she stood up, bowed and let out, "Hi, Andrew. Nice of you to talk to me, despite how I addressed you the last time we met." "It doesn't matter, Betty. How are Uncle Sam and the rest of your family?" "We are all good. When will you check me at my place? My daddy would like to see you," Betty let out. She turned toward her friend and then back at Andrew and announced, "I want you to meet my friend, Alicia. She is an international student and is just here to spend her holiday... And this is Andrew. He is my friend." "Hi, Andrew." "Hello, Alicia." "Would you like to sit down with us? I have a few questions to ask you." "Yeah... Sure. What did you want to know?" Betty whirled towards her friend and said, can you excuse us, please? I want to discuss something confidenti