The address led them out of the busy side to the deserted side of the city. Hours later, they arrived in front of a weather-beaten, grey-painted bungalow with an overgrown lawn. And with the presence of crows that hovered over the dying building, the shack looked like a haunted place as the two men approached."Park over there," Andrew let out as he pointed at a space in between two black-painted trucks. "I have a bad feeling over this," Henry announced. He hopped down the car and stared at the wooden door in their front. Just like the building, the door had seen better days. What now remained was its gory state. "Why did Jackson rent a place like this?" Andrew asked, feeling guilty as it crossed his mind that he may be the reason for his decision. "To think his sons were here with him inside these shacks! That's so unwise of him, " Henry said. Andrew nodded in agreement. He pushed the door and the creaking sound sent shivers down his throat. He suddenly felt a hand on
Andrew was in pain for days. Luckily for him, the bullet missed his right leg femur in just a few inches. Nevertheless, the pain was unbearable and made him sick with a fever that almost killed him. He asked for Andrea as soon as consciousness dawned on him and he was informed that she had been transferred to a specialist hospital. Jackson had been discharged, Meghan and Stevenson were confirmed dead, and Ajay was in police custody. The hospital was clumsy and filled with reporters who had been banned from interviewing him since he was admitted. And multitudes of masses gathered to catch a glimpse of the famous prince. As expected, Elisabethan was more furious than a mad bull when he heard about the assault on his son. And he was seen pulling the crowd off his front as he marched towards the gloom-looking man in a wheelchair. "I am sure you will take your life seriously after this assault," Elizabethan announced when he stepped closer to Andrew. "I am sorry, Dad. I ac
Lonely and sad, Andrew devoted his time to work, and to his project. With some money given to him by some of his family and the little money remaining in his account, he was able to build the first section of one hundred bungalows. The project will be commissioned in two days. Because of the infamous surrounding the royal forest, having buildings inside the forbidden forest generated enough publicity that soon attracted the attention of developers and investors. Dressed in a blue suit and pants, Andrew was seen accompanied by his assistant as they strolled among hundreds of busy construction workers. "Which among the companies did you suggest we work with?" Andrew asked the delighted-looking lady beside him. She was dressed in a body-hugging gown and high-heeled shoes, and all the male eyes gawked at her protruding buttocks as she stepped beside her boss. After being promoted from the position of security to a secretary, the timid and pale-looking lady suddenly changed to a s
Moved by Danny's miserable state. Andrew decided to settle the rift between him and Moana. At least, for old-time sake. Apart from Ajay, Danny is the only one who ever treated him like a human. Apart from helping Danny, Andrew also wishes to see Simpson and Jackson. He wanted to know how they feared since they parted and also wanted to wish them good luck. But because he was busy, he ordered one of his drivers to drive Danny to their villa and then resumed his supervision. The meeting went smoothly, and the best among the developers were partnered with. At last, it seemed favour had shined on the poor inhabitants of Orange County as many of them will be given a brand new home for a few pence. He avoided Jasmine throughout the weekdays, and he was surprised when he met her sitting beside Henry in front of a chopper. "Here comes my prince charming," Jasmine announced. She was dressed in a short, white gown that showed her curves and her spotless legs. And her seducing smil
"Why did your dad lie that I was dead?" Andrea asked after the usual greeting. "To stop me from looking for you. Why don't you call or ask for me?" Andrew asked back. He found it difficult to believe his hearing when he heard her voice. And it was when he saw her and held her in a tight embrace that he finally admitted that she was not dead but alive. "He warned me never to contact you," Andrea answered back. "He threatened to get me arrested if I'm seen around you. I have no choice but to keep my distance." Andrew smacked his lips and grunted out loud. His father has some explanation to make for his lies. And Andrew can't wait to meet him and demand for this. The two couples looked into each other's eyes, with fingers interlocked and rapid breathing as they clung to each other. *I am sorry, Andrew. I'm sorry for all the hurt and shame that I have caused you. I did it out of weakness and foolishness and I wish you can forgive me and let's start afresh." "I would l
After the meal, they had some glasses of champagne and chatted about old times, then went to business. Though Andrew wants to have some private moment with Simpson, Jackson won't budge from his seat. "Can you please excuse us for some moment? I have some confidential information for her," Andrew announced when it became apparent that Jackson wouldn't leave them alone. "This is my house, Andrew. You can't be ordering me around," Jackson declared with a scowling face. "Please, honey. Andrew is my boss and we have a lot to discuss?.. He asked nicely, didn't he?" "Are you supporting him against me?" Jackson asked. He grimaced, stood up, banged his two fists on the table in front of him, and then stormed out of the room in anger. "What is wrong with him? He looked as mad as a bull." "Don't worry about him. He is just jealous, and probably scared to leave us alone… Please tell me what is so urgent that you can't wait until I resume work." "About us, Simpson. Is that not
"Stop it and let me go." "Hmm… I love you, Andrew." "Snap out of it, girl. What has come over you? You're drunk, aren't you?" "Yeah. I'm drunk with your love. Please don't push me away." Of course, she is drunk. The nasty smell from her mouth made him gasp for fresh air as he pushed her away from his body. "You told me you are coming from your younger sister's memorial service. How come you are as drunk as a fish?" "My sister's memorial service?" she asked back, rolled her eyes, sighed and lolled on the car seat." "You have taken more liquor than your stomach can contain. Should I drive you to your house?" Andrew paused his speech when the lady before him snored softly. "Oh, no. You can't fall asleep now!" Having no alternative. Andrew decided to take her to the presidential hotel until she became sober. He drove into the hotel gate, parked at the parking lot, and then stepped out of his car, looking as confused as a battered cat. He brought out his phone, di
He fell asleep at sunrise, and he only enjoyed his deserved sleep for a few hours. Though it was filled with recurring nightmares, Andrew hated to wake up. "Stop scowling at me," Andrea announced when he kept frowning at her. "You have two cops waiting for you." Andrew cursed under his breath as he wobbled out of the bed, stepped toward the mirror on the wall and froze in shock. His eyes were red and swollen, and two red patches appeared on his two cheeks The picture glaring at him made him sigh as he hurried into the bathroom. Minutes later, he was dressed in a grey suit that matched his gloomy mood, and he walked with a lack of alacrity into a splashy large room that was attached to his private suite. "I am so sorry for keeping you waiting. Because of the incident, I find it difficult to sleep, and was just dozing off when I heard of your presence. "Never mind, Sir. We enjoyed your serene environment and your tasty meal," the shortest among the two cops announced wi