"Tell me about Berger multinational company. What we are into and everything I need to know," Andrew asked Mirinda. "Berger multinational company is into the production of eighty per cent of the world matches. And we have branches in different countries around the world," Miranda answered back. "Tell me about the organisation?" Andrew asked. "The organisation is owned by our grandfather, and he shared all the assets with his two only sons when he was crowned the king of Orange County. But my dad was able to increase the Elizabethan's shares." "When did Isabella take over the control of the organisation, and why did she lose so many shares to our rival?" "Two years ago. And everything started going downhill after that." "Tell me about Grandpa?" "He is a nice old man and he adores you so much. He is the one who named you as his crown prince. I'm sure he will be here with the rest of the royal family members tomorrow." "Tell me about the other family?" "Uncle Teddy is my dad's
Andrew woke before the cock crow the following morning. After tossing on the bed for a while, he stood up and dragged his feet towards the window, drew the curtain and then peered as the sun rose over the artificial lake far off. In comparison, the Elizabethan villa made the O'Connor villa look like a kitchen, and the beauty of his home impelled him to stand in awe.After some moment at the window side, Andrew sighed and went into the bathroom, and the cold water seemed to rejuvenate his vigour. To satisfy his younger sister, Andrew put on a blue suit, golden chain, leather wristwatch, and matching golden shoes. And he looked royally as he stepped out of his section of the villa, into the long corridor, and banged on his sister's door. "Hello, Miranda. This is Andrew, open the door. The door was opened, and Miranda's head poked out of the curtain. "Good morning, Andrew. Hope you slept well," Miranda let out as she jerked the door open, gaped at her brother, nodded with contentme
Unknown to Andrew, Isabella had poured some glue on the cushion, and this made him stuck as he tried to stand up. "What's wrong with you, Andrew?" Miranda asked with a face filled with fear. "I don't know. I am glued to the cushion and can't move," Andrew answered back, tried to pull himself off his seating position, lost his balance whacked his head on the dining table, staggered and fell with a loud thud. "Oh my gosh!" Miranda screamed out. "Holy Madonna!" Jackson mumbled. Jackson and Miranda scrambled towards Andrew, jerked him up and fussed over him. "Are you okay, Andrew? Hope you aren't hurt?" Miranda asked as tears rolled down her pretty face. Jackson's eyes darted all over Andrew's body, and his face suddenly became sad when he muttered, "Your head is bruised and blood is trickling out." "Am okay, guys. Just pulled me out of this fucking chair." After several miserable efforts that made Andrew whimper with pain, he gestured to Jackson and Mirinda to wait, turned towar
"Why are you delaying me? Bring me the painting and let me be on my way," a man's voice boomed from inside the mall. "I think Joel deserved to be punished for wasting our time... We have been here for almost an hour, for heaven's sake," a female voice let out after. "That is Bush's voice, and the other voice is familiar," Miranda mumbled and quickly increased her strides. "I am very sorry, Mr Bush. I remove the painting from the shelves and hide it so that it won't be sold. But now, I don't remember where I kept it," Joel announced. "You better find it now before I lose my attitude," Bush cried out and then turned towards Andrew and Jackson as they entered inside. "Hello, Joel," Andrew let out. "What are these two losers doing here-," Bush paused his speech, removed his arm from Benny's waist and gawked at the lady at the back of Andrew and Jackson's back. "Bush!" "Miranda... What are you doing here?" "I came with my brother to buy a gift. And what are you doing here with
The Elizabethan villa was booming with the sounds of the voices of visitors when Andrew, Jackson and Mirinda walked into the balcony that leads into the general parlour. "I guess our guests have arrived," Mirinda let out. She held Andrew's hand, gestured to him to walk faster and announced, "I think we are late." On the cushion chairs in the middle of the long parlour were several richly dressed ladies and gentlemen, and all eyes turned to them as they walked inside. An old man who was dressed in purple regalia and an aristocratic look peeked at Andrew and mumbled, "This must be my grandson... Come here and hug me." His voice was steady despite his age, and he stood up, drew Andrew closer and held him in a tight embrace. Andrew bowed when he was released from his tight embrace. He looked into the smiling face of his grandfather and let out," Good afternoon, Your Highness. I am happy to meet you." "Impressive... My baby had grown into a perfect gentleman." "Thank you, your highn
"What's there to talk about?" Teddy asked, grinned and let out, "He asked me to allow Jacob to be groomed as the future king, but your mother refused. It takes us a long time before giving birth to a child, and we are not willing to let go of you." "I didn't outrightly refuse. There are lots of things to consider. And one of them is the doctor's report. He claimed I may not be able to have any more kids, which I later did," Ariana announced. "So we had no choice but to refuse his order," Teddy let out. "That's cruel, Dad. Did you even seek my opinion?" Jacob growled out. "How could I, when you are just a baby? We took the decision we thought its best for you at that moment." Grandpa cleared his throat and let out, "When Jacob was born, I begged Teddy to give the tot to me to be trained as the future king, but he refused," he paused his speech, looked grimly and resumed, "I have to wait for three more years until Andrew was born, and Elizabethan agreed to give him to me." "Fuck yo
Jackson was seen as he removed the smaller spoon in his food and exchanged it with a bigger spoon. His eyes darted around the large dining hall, fell on Isabella and then on Andrew. Without minding the horrific look on Andrew's face, Jackson picked up a large meat and was about to nip at it when Andrew whispered with an angry look. "Drop that, Jackson or this is the end of our friendship." "Shh!.. Why don't you close your eyes?" Jackson asked back in a hum. "Because I know the kind of man you are. Now return all the smaller utensils to your plate." "I won't. This spoon is too small for me." "Ahh! Isabella is watching you?" "What?" "Isabella. She is looking at you," Andrew whispered back and then begged Jackson to return the spoon and not to do anything stupid until the prayer was over. Jackson glared at Isabella's disgusted look and then moaned silently and promptly returned the smaller spoon to his meal. "Thank you, Lord, for answering our prayer. In your holy name, we worsh
The Elizabethan auditorium was brimming with elegantly dressed ladies and gentlemen, and all eyes darted at Andrew as he stepped inside. A woman in blue attire hurried towards Andrew held him in a tight embrace, and then exclaimed, "This must be our crowned prince!" "Yes, Aunty Anita. He is my lost but found brother," Mirinda replied and then whispered at Andrew when Anita let go of him, "She is our mum's younger sister." "Heard the O'Connor family were treating you like shit after Brian's death." "Yes. Even before Brian's death. But it's okay now," Andrew answered back. "Aww! What about Andrea? How is she relating to you?" "Treated me like shit, just like the rest of the family... But Jackson is my son, and intend to take him away from them." "Your villa is large enough to accommodate your son," Anita announced, giggling and letting out, "My sister doesn't agree to your marriage with the O'Connor family, and I am sure you will meet someone better than her." "Thank you, Aunty