Alexander Cromwell stepped out of Madam Charlotte's house, his gaze fixed on the sleek black car waiting by the entrance.Welcome, sir. I hope your meeting with Madam Charlotte went well.".The driver, clad in a crisp suit, said so and opened the door with a practiced ease, inviting him inside."Madam Charlotte's encounter was my best experience; she's in my mind with me, and I'm willing to let Dave down."Alexander Cromwell said it with a playful tease on his lips.As he settled into the comfortable leather seat, Alexander couldn't help but smile—a rare display of genuine happiness."To have Madam Charlotte as a friend is a blessing in disguise," he murmured to himself, his voice filled with satisfaction.Their connection seemed to run deep, a bond forged through a shared penchant for manipulation and calculated moves.As the car glided through the city streets,Alexander relished in the knowledge that he had found a kindred spirit in Madam Charlotte, someone who understood the exhila
Amelia padded across the hallway, her bare feet making a soft thud against the cool wooden floor. As she approached the living room, she could hear the faint murmur of her mom's voice.Curiosity piqued, she quickened her pace and pushed open the door to find her mother, Madam Charlotte, sitting on the couch with a serene smile on her face."Good evening, Mom," Amelia said, a hint of sleepiness still present in her voice. "Who came to visit us?"Madam Charlotte's eyes sparkled with delight as she turned her attention to her daughter. "Oh, Amelia, you won't believe who it was," she replied, her voice filled with excitement."It was Alexander Cromwell, the son of the late Mr. Cromwell." Madam Charlotte reclined comfortably on her plush couch, her slender fingers clutching the phone tightly.She had just concluded a conversation that seemed to have left her in high spirits, a mischievous grin dancing on her lips."Mom, what were you talking about?" Amelia asked, her voice filled with intr
"I am tired. I am tired," Dave said as he continuously ran along the streets.Blood stains were still visible on his shirt as he ran into the busy streets. He was running on adrenaline as his heart raced in his chest. Fear flooded his veins as he frantically looked for cover from the lurking danger behind him.He got to the end and tried to take a deep breath. He coughed slightly and picked up his phone to reach out to the hotel worker."Pick my call, man! he said with a clenched fist and hit it on a table behind him."Why is he not picking up my calls?"He said it with furrowed eyebrows.He continued to call the hotel worker, but no one answered. He gave up and continued to walk on the streets until he saw a shopping center ahead."I really need to quench my thirst; I'm thirsty." He muttered to himself and hurried towards the entrance in a frenzied state of desperation, hoping for a brief respite.His frantic breathing drew attention from onlookers as he crashed through the doors.Da
Shopkeeper, get my package to the car and make sure everything I bought is not left out." Nelson Cruz said it with a smile."Thank you, sir. What about the change?" The shopkeeper asked when Nelson turned away without asking for his change."You can keep it; I don't need to ask for change". Nelson said with a grin and turned away, leaving the shopkeeper, who was very happy for the gift.With joy,he quickly went to open the door for Nelson and say goodbye.Nelson bumped into his car, and they drove away from the shopping mall to Madame Charlotte's house.As they reached it, Nelson called out for the maid to get the items inside."You're welcome, Boss, the maiden said, asking for Nelson's suitcase.Nelson gave it out to her, and the maiden quickly went to open the wicket behind her. The maiden,still in a hurry, placed Nelson's suitcase on the gold table."Good evening, Madam Charlotte. Goodevening Amelia". The maiden calmly greeted them."I'm very sure Nelson is back from work." Amelia
"Vroom, Vroom, Vroom... (The sound of cars was heard on the streets.Cars were honking while tires were screeching.*****Dave was still walking, making his way down the street towards his apartment. It was past midnight, and the street was empty save for a few pedestrians on the pavement. People who saw him approaching stared at him and thought he was mad.As he continued walking, he began to think about his father's call. They hadn't spoken in a while, and he was eager to catch up with him and tell him all about his recent hardships.Dave was left wondering where his father was and why he had called him in such a panicked state. Dave had wanted to keep what happened recently to himself, but it seems his Dad has already gotten information about it.Is my Dad hurt? Has something happened to him?Dave picked up his pace, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried calling his dad back, but the phone rang unanswered. He left a frantic message, asking his dad to call him back as soon as pos
Madam Charlotte entered the room with a fatigued sigh, her gait heavy as she made her way toward the refectory table.Her sons-in-law, Gracia and Nelson, were engrossed in their meals, their plates filled with delicious food. Gracia, noticing his mother-in-law's arrival, paused his eating and warmly welcomed her."Granny, what a pleasant surprise! How did you come here unexpectedly?" Nelson inquired, genuine curiosity gleaming in his eyes.Amelia and Emily also interrupted her meal to join the conversation. "Grandma, why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would have prepared something special for you," she exclaimed, a tinge of disappointment in her voice.Madam Charlotte, known for her curt mannerisms, cut Amelia off sharply. "Enough chatter, Amelia. Eat your meal," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.Amelia obediently lowered her head and resumed her meal, feeling a mixture of guilt and confusion. She couldn't fathom why her usually doting grandmother was being
"I need to hurry and clear up any misunderstanding that may be causing all the frenzy." Dave muttered to himself as he looked at the ceiling.Dave didn't quite know what to make of all the sudden attention that he was attracting. He had lived a relatively private life up until now, with only a few select people knowing who he really was. However, all that was about to change.The paparazzi had started to follow him around, taking pictures of him at every turn. They had even started to dig up his past, trying to uncover any secrets that he may have been keeping hidden from the public eye.It wasn't long before tabloid newspapers started to appear, with headlines screaming "Who really is Dave?"" plastered all over them. The articles inside were full of speculation and innuendo, trying to paint Dave in the worst possible light.The people of the country were quick to jump to conclusions, believing everything they read. They accused Dave of being a fraud, claiming that he was only using h
Amelia woke up to a strange sensation of emptiness beside her. Panic started creeping up her throat as she stretched her hand out to the other side of the bed, only to find it cold and unoccupied.Her mind raced, thinking of all the possible explanations for Nelson’s absence. Had he gotten up early to make breakfast?Had he gone out for a run? Had he forgotten something at work and had to go back? Her heart pounded with fear as she tried to come up with a logical explanation.Frantically, Amelia reached for her phone to give Nelson a call, but it failed to connect.She tried again and again, but each time the call ended before she could even hear it ring.Her mind became foggy with anxiety as she wondered what could have happened.She sat on the edge of the bed, feeling lost and alone. The silence in the room was deafening, and her mind became overrun with doubts.Had Nelson been in an accident? Was he hurt somewhere with no way to call for help? Her anxiety escalated as she tried to