—Get ready for your ultimate task, master— Valkyron's electronic voice boomed; this time, itsscreen was not hovering in front of Andrew and emanating a blue light as usual.. Instead it was iitsovoicethat was resounding from every angle. "What do you mean, Valkyron ,and how....how did i get here?"Andrew asked as he turned around, trying to make out where he was. This did not look like any of the rooms in Andrew's mansion; it looked more like he was in a desert, and he wondered how he had gotten there. He could hear multiple voices around him as if he was standing in front of a crowd that was waiting for him to perform, but he couldn't see anyone around him even when he looked into the distance. He tried to pinch himself to be sure that this was not a dream—it wasn't. —Focus, master. Now that your parents are awake, you have unlocked the second phase of your mission, which begins now, the ultimate test that you're about to face will determine if you're worthy of your powers and all
The gates to the dungeon were opened up immediately, and Diego made his way into the dungeon, the man trailing behind him. "I have no idea how you got out of the dungeon, but get prepared to meet your end!" Diego said as a smile played across his face. Andrew struggled to get up from the floor but fell back onto the floor, his knees giving up under him. Blood was sprawling from every part of his face; some got into his eyes, blinding him from seeing who was in front of him. "You!" Andrew pointed wearily at Diego, "I'm so.... going to...kill you!" Diego let out a dangerous laugh that only lasted for a brief moment. "I'd like to see you try!" Diego let out in mockery and stretched forth his hand at Andrew. All of a sudden, Andrew felt himself being lifted off the floor by a strange force. "Now I'm going to show you the true taste of power!" Diego said with a smirk on his face. Andrew was already feet above the floor. He was flaring his arms and legs in the air, shouting at the t
ANDREW The hot chicken soup shocked his almost dirty but handsome face with steam, carrying it with his bare hands without caring about the burns he would get from it. Andrew, a man with a rugged appearance and faded shoulder shirts, pushed open the door with a warm smile. "I brought your favorite chicken soup, Dora," he said, his smile spreading from ear to ear. However, as he scanned the room, his eyes froze on the empty bed, and his heart sank. "Dora! Where is Dora?" he exclaimed, his mind racing with panic. Just a few weeks ago, his daughter had been diagnosed with kidney failure, which had been ravaging her tiny body. His wife, Lisa, had been working tirelessly to pay off the mounting bills, while Andrew did his best to assist with the expenses. Shaking off his thoughts, Andrew rushed out of the room, his face drenched in cold sweat. "What could have happened to her?" he wondered, his mind filled with dread. "No, no, nothing bad has happened to Dora," he assured him
ANDREW "Young master Andrew. You finally decided to pick up my call." The voice from the other end of the line snorted out with a cough.. Andrew clenched his fist. For a while, it looked as though his tongue was tied to the roof of his mouth. Andrew swallowed his pride and humbled himself, recognizing that his child's life was more important than his ego. He took a deep breath and uttered the words that felt foreign to him, "I need your help." He paused, then continued, "My daughter is ill at Hopkins Hospital, and I require a transfer of five hundred thousand dollars to the hospital account for her treatment." This was the family he had vowed never to return to, but circumstances had forced him to put aside his pride. He added, "I don't want my grandfather involved in this, and I don't want anything to do with him." To his surprise, the response was, "Of course, young master. That's the easiest thing for me to do." Andrew was taken aback, expecting resistance or hesitation,
ANDREW "I'm the father of the child that you want thrown out. You seem to be a mother, however, you don't show any sympathy for a girl that's dying in pain?" He inquired with a slight frown. "So this is the father of the girl?" She said with amusement on her face. "If the father of the child is this rich and good looking. And wonder what would become of that poor girl?" She said with a sarcastic smile. Her frown returned when she turned around towards the already scared doctor who took a few steps backwards due to fear . "Why don't you tell me! You are the head doctor of this place. Have you been giving freebies to poor peasants like him?" She asked angrily. Doctor Williams was short of words once again. He didn't want to say anything that would provoke her. Even though she was not right, she was still the mother to the heir of the Hills family and had to be treated as such. "No ma'am, we will do no such thing. We got a call this morning for the child to be moved to the ex
ANDREW Prince Austin's eyes welled up with tears as he rushed to his father's feet, clinging to them with a pitiful expression. "Daddy, that man slapped me and hurt my face!" He wailed, pointing an accusing finger at Andrew, a sinister smile playing on his lips. The lady's initial smile had vanished, replaced by a raging scowl. "Yes, that monster slapped our son and refused us treatment, even after we paid for the exclusive ward! He claimed he had the right to it, instead of us, the biggest shareholders of this hospital!" She spat, her voice trembling with fury. The old man's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "How dare he!" He thundered, his voice like a clap of thunder. "I'll show him the true meaning of power! He'll pay for his insolence!" The room seemed to grow smaller, And all the onlookers began to panic on Andrew’s behalf but he still stood tall, his eyes locked on the old man, a fierce determination burning within him. The onlookers held their breath, sensing t
ANDREW The attention in the room was now shifted to the new stranger. No one in the room knew him. He didn't even strike a chord in the heart of anyone that was there. Even though he was looking rich, there was no way he would be able to compete with someone like Mr. Hills. Mrs. Hills stepped forward angrily seeing that her process of getting her revenge had been interrupted. "Who are you and how dare you stop this process?" She thundered. It suddenly clicked on her that Andrew had brought his cell phone out a while ago and she laughed out loud. "So this is it? This is the person that thought could stand against my darling husband. You must be the world's biggest joker. He isn't even known by anyone else. You just brought a pathetic loser like yourself! Ttffeww!." she scolded. Hearing these words almost made the old man flare up. However, he was still able to keep himself together. How could any of them that were around the place know such a world power like him..If thi
ANDREW Mrs. Hills could not believe her eyes. Her husband kneeling down before the man that she was supposed to take down by them? Was the world now playing a trick on her? "Honey. What are you doing? Why are you kneeling down before this lowly runt?" She glared, still confused at what was unfolding before her. "Don't you know that we are going to become a laughing stock before everyone if this goes out to the public?" She inquired. "Huh?" Dora is confused. She sniffed and her tears were already slowing down gradually. "Daddy. What's going on?" She inquired, confused. Austin looked at Dora angrily. Seeing that his father was kneeling down before her father, his ego was being destroyed. "Dad, what are you doing?" He was trying as hard as he could to suppress the anger that was gradually rising in the inside of him. "Do you really intend to make me a laughing stock before everyone?" "Fool, scumbag! how dare you?" His father, who had treated him like an angel that fell do