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
Jasmine is tall with a heavy physique gal, yet despite her manly look, the well-proportional lady is pleasing to the eyes. Most of the guests who were familiar with her mischievous attitude glared at her as she walked with lack of alacrity towards Andrew and Sarah, and suddenly pulled Andrew's arm and held tight to his neck, and then muttered, "Oh dearest Andrew. I had been dying to meet you... Oh! Pardon me, my name is Jasmine, and I am one of your secret admirers." "Thanks, Miss Jasmine. Please excuse me," Andrew let out and then tried to remove Jasmine's arm from his neck. "Stop that, Jasmine. Can't you see I am in the middle of a decent conversation with Andrew," Sarah's face was filled with anger when she said this, and she instantly stepped close to Jasmine and glared at her. "What! A decent conversation indeed. We all know all your decent conversations with men always end with you pulling down your panties," Jasmine teased back. 'Whack... Whack!' "Oh my gosh! You dare slap
"We are listening, Andrew." "Tell us about your fulfilled days with the O'Connor family." "You have our ears, prince!" The shrieking pulled Andrew out of his lost thought, and his face peered at the ladies and gentlemen in his front. To gain more time for his rioting mind to settle down, Andrew dipped his hand inside his pants pocket, brought out an impeccable white handkerchief and mopped the sweat off his face. "Yes. My childhood with the O'Connor family will always be treasured till I die. They were the ones who taught me about love and hatred, loyalty and betrayal, and last but not least, they showed me the difference between the good and the bad. And their drilling of me had made me a better person," Andrew paused his speech, turned toward Isabella, smiled and let out, "Yes. I was called the loathsome son-in-law of the O'Connor family because they believed I loved their daughter because of her wealth." The whole large hall became thunderous with claps and hoots, and it took
The horses' stables seemed an ideal place to hide, and Andrew was seen as he strolled among the curious horses who gaped at him. 'I was once rejected by ladies, now all of them want me... Amazing!' Even without being told, Andrew knew his change of fortune was the reason for their sudden love towards him, and this seemed not amusing to the newly rich man. 'I want true love, worse of all, I still desire Andrea.' Alone with the horses, Andrew was able to reflect on his state of mind and his emotions towards his estranged wife. And no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he realized he couldn't let go of Andrea now. This decision was based on two reasons.First and foremost, like Andrew, Andrea was also hoodwinked into this contract relationship, and she was a victim as well. Secondly, letting go of her is like accepting defeat from Stevenson, and knowing Stevenson to be a jerk, Andrew was afraid that he would make use of her and then dumped her after getting wh
Isabella was right, the zip of Andrew's pants was opened, and he quickly zipped up, shrugged and let out, "You can believe whatever you like. I don't care." He turned towards Jasmine, and his face was filled with anger as he cried out, "Don't ever come close to me again. Otherwise -." "Otherwise what? You made love to me, and now you are threatening me. Who did you think I was?.. A cheap harlot or a daughter of nobody?" "I don't care who you are. Nothing happened between us, and nothing will ever happen... I think you are sick and need to seek urgent medical help." "Yes, I am sick, Andrew. I am infected by your love and your eleven-inch third leg. That's enough to drive any woman crazy," Jasmine mumbled as she hurried after Andrew. "Go away from me." "Please, Andrew." "He said you should let him be," Jackson let out. Jasmine gawked at Jackson and asked, "Who are you and why are you interfering in our discussion?" "He is my friend. You are bothering him with your blabbering.
Andrew was right. He woke up stronger than he had imagined. After a hot shower, he put on a clean but inexpensive blue T-shirt and black pants, and then stepped out of his room, into the long corridor, and then to the dining hall. As expected, all of his family members were in their seats, and they all peered at him as he trudged closer. "Good morning, Dad. Hope you had a great night," Andrew murmured. "Yes, son," Mr Elizabethan answered back, he fixed his eyes on Andrew for a while, shrugged and asked, "And you. Hope you are enjoying your stay here." "Sure, Dad... Good Morning, Isabella." Isabella nodded in reply and then gestured to Andrew to sit at the chair beside her. "Good morning, Andrew. I had woken up for hours and was waiting for you," Jackson let out. "Hello, Jackson. So sorry, I slept late and woke up late," Andrew answered back and then peered at the chair Isabella was offering him. "Good Morning, Andrew," Miranda announced with a smile. "Morning, Miranda." "Se
Being the headquarters of the companies that supply the highest percentage of world matches, Berger multinational companies was designed by the most competent construction company. With the finest building materials that were imported from different places around the world, several magnificent towers were built over hectares of land on the exterior side of the city. The big logo of an elephant on a billboard announced that Andrew and Jackson only had five hundred miles to drive before they reached their destination. "This is a bad idea, Andrew. Everything was a bad idea... Your clothes, the car we are driving, and the fact that you are in the driver's seat and not at the owner's corner." "I am the general manager and not an applicant. Don't I have the right to dress the way I like to work?" "You sure do, but not at the first time. Don't forget the way you are dressed is the way you will be addressed." Andrew shrugged, and his eyes beamed at the sight of the terrace that leads to t
The car park was filled with lots of exotic cars, seeing no place to park his rusted BMW, Andrew drove towards the managerial section and his eyes darted around for a space to park. Jackson pointed his right hand towards some space far off and let out, "There is a space over there. Beside that Lamborghini." "Yeah," Andrew answered back, swerved right and drove into the space between the Lamborghini and a black Lexus. Just as the pairs were stepping out of their car, a female guard raced towards them and cried out, "Hey. That place is for the company's staff and not for visitors. Get that scrap off that space." "He is the general -." "Where is that lady's office," Andrew cut into Jackson's speech as he pointed his hand towards Madam Agatha who just parked some meters away. The guard gawked at Andrew, then at Madam Agatha, batted her eyes and asked, "Are you here to see her?" "Yeah. What's her position in this company?" "She is the store manager... If you are here to seek employ