THE SECRET HEIR
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
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