Back in the villa, Andrew, Jasmine and Mirinda were seen sitting on the grassland. "Who defaced your car with such obscene words?" Miranda asked. "Someone who knows where we are, and what we are doing there. Did you think Daly's assassins were still around?" Jasmine asked. Andrew bobbed his head in reply. He breathed out loud and mumbled, "His killers were still downtown, and I am sure they trailed us down to White's lair. Did you think we have put him in harm's way?" "No. White can take care of himself. We should worry about you, and how to clear your name." "I am at a loss, Jasmine. What can I do to catch those guys ?" "Is there anyone from Arkansas who may want to hurt you?" "No, Jasmine. Except for the O'Connor family, I don't have any known enemy in Arkansas." "Did you think Ajay may be responsible for this? He seemed pissed off with you when we last met." "Who is Ajay?" Miranda who seemed to be left out of the discussion asked. "Ajay is the heir to Brian's wealth. He
Andrew's dreams over the night were filled with torture and screams, and he up with a disoriented brain the following morning. After having a hot shower, and getting dressed in a brown suit and pants. Andrew stepped out of his room and walked towards the villa's main parlour. A young guard in a blue uniform bowed at the sight of the grimly-looking man and mumbled, "Good morning, prince. The police are here to see you." Andrew smiled and waved at the guard. He increased his stride, whistled softly and arrived inside the parlour. My Elizabethan sat on the chair facing the door, and beside him sat Isabella, followed by Mirinda. And at their front sat three menacingly looking officers. "Good morning, Dad." "Welcome, Andrew. These three gentlemen are here to see you, but I told them to wait till you wake up," Elizabethan mumbled, grinned at Andrew, and gestured to him to come and have a seat at the empty chair beside Miranda. "Good Morning, Sir. We have some questions to ask you
Dressed in a short, armless, white shirt and mini-skirt that showed all her hairless legs, Jasmine stepped into the villa's main parlour. She bowed at Elizabethan, then at Isabella and then sat on one of the chairs that were previously occupied by one of the police officers. "Welcome Jasmine. I have some questions to ask you concerning this ongoing crisis." Jasmine sighed and her eyes darted at Andrew, then at Mirinda. "Andrew informed me that you are the one that sent Jackson on an errand to Arkansas City. Can you tell me what you want him to bring for you?" "Nothing. I gave him some money to give to a friend of mine." "Which friend is that? And can he or she testify to your statement?" "Yes. His name is Ajay. And he can testify to this statement. " Did Jackson deliver the money?" "No." "What was his reason?" "The same reason he gave Andrew. He claimed that he was drugged." "Isabella told me you put a tracker on Andrew's car, and I learned that car is with those who framed
Aristotle Supermega Hotel belongs to Teddy and was managed by his adopted son. For several years, Meghan had raised the standard of the hotel from a middle-class to an ideal one, and the place is always patronised by the rich and the super-rich who prefer to stay out of the public eye. Because it was constructed over a large hectare of land in a deserted environment, several rumours were heard about various illegal activities that were going on inside the hotel. But so far, the police have no tangible evidence and neither was any arrest made. "Have you ever visited the hotel before?" Andrew asked Jasmine as she drove into the fenced area, then towards the car park. "Yes. I was invited by Meghan, and I came along with Isabella. That was when both were still dating and on good terms." "That means some of the workers here may recollect your face," Andrew said, sighed and let out, "I don't want us to be discovered before we are through with our investigation." "Don't worry, Andrew. T
A man with a barrel kind of a chest jerked the iron gate open, popped his head out glared at the waiter, and the naive-looking man beside him, and then asked in an intimidating voice, "Who the hell is this?" "Em... This is my childhood friend, and he just came from overseas. I want him to enjoy himself before going back," the waiter mumbled, stepped toward the touch-looking guard and said in a whisper, "I had bragged that Orange County is the home of pleasure and sexual gratification. Kindly, treat him to the fullest." "Oh... Sure, Kitty. Let him come in -. But did you tell him that it will cost him ten thousand dollars?" "He is rich and can afford more than that." The waiter let out. He nodded with contentment, took some steps back hovered closer to Andrew's ear, and then said in a whisper, "Don't forget to grease my palm before you go." Andrew stepped into a dimly lit corridor and hurried after his guard. They reached the entrance of a large hall and stepped into a well-furnished
The sudden arrival of Meghan reinforces Andrew's suspicion. He had walked into a trap. But unknown to Meghan, Elizabethan had heard the conversation between Andrew and Mia. He knew of Andrew's whereabouts and must be on his way, along with several cops. "Your dog had entered the lion's den. I am assuring you that you will never leave here alive," Meghan let out. He placed one of his legs on Mia's bed and glared at Andrew. "I saw you, Jasmine and Isabella hidden at the back of the trees, and I had been praying for a means to separate you guys." "What did you want from me?" Meghan ignored Andrew's question. He turned towards Mia and asked in a voice that was filled with indignation, "Why is it difficult to seduce him? After telling you that I need his sex tape." "I am sorry, Meghan. I tried my best, but I suspect he knows what you are up to. He keeps pushing me away, and doesn't even cast a glance at my body," Mia answered back. "Will you give me what I want or I should tell one o
Time is fast when you are unconscious. To Andrew, it was some hours of sleep. But in reality, the loathsome son-in-law of the O'Connors had been in oblivion for a week.Waking up in a white-painted room made him disoriented for a while. 'Where am I?' He raised himself into a seating position and gawked at the patient's gown on his body. 'Either I'm in heaven or hospital. What the heck... I didn't remember falling sick.' His eyes darted around the empty room, and his nose caught the scent of medicines that filled the air. 'I'm in a hospital. What brought me here? I am not sick, am I?' The door to his ward jerked open, and a lady in a white frock stepped inside. And her face suddenly became cheerful at the sight of Andrew. "Thank God you have woken up," she mumbled as she walked towards him. Andrew peered at the beautiful young lady, and his memory seemed to be coming back as she walked closer. "Miranda, right?" "Yes, Andrew. You have slept so long that you forget the name o
In truth, the more the merrier. Three exotic cars drove into the O'Connor's villa, parked in front of Mary's section of the villa, and all the passengers hopped down from the cars. Neighbours gathered and peered through the hole in the large black gate, and their jaws remained open when they saw Andrew among the distinguished guests. "Is that not Andrew?" "Yes. I wonder why he is here." "Brian's assets will be shared today. That may be the reason for his coming." "But who are those richly dressed ladies beside him" "Shh... We will ask Madam Alice when they leave. Andrew had their gossiping but ignored them. He winked at his family, smiled and said, " Welcome to O'Connor's villa. "Why are they all gawking at us? I bet they have never seen this kind of entourage here before," Mirinda announced. "Ignored them and followed me," Andrew said. "They were surprised to see me amid well-dressed people. I guess they were used to seeing me in rags and with poor people." After climbin