ANDREW Patron Bel's eyes sparkled as he spanked the bottles with his hands like a little child, filled with excitement. Everyone was confused. That was Andrew's piece of trash. Shouldn't the patron be angry instead of excited? "Honey! Why are you so happy about that rusty wine?" The Patron's wife inquired. Anger that could not be compared to anything that anyone in that hall had seen before, even for Mr. Henry's family and Andrew suddenly flashed in his eyes. The anger felt was directed towards his clutch hands, only then could he reply properly. But not without a sprinkle of his fury. "You called this a piece of trash?" He fummed. "The first time that I saw this one was when I was a child. I was a freaking seven years old woman and my father had taken me to see some other Patrons. One of them had smuggled this same bottle of wine costing over a billion dollars at the time. And everyone that was present only got a glass of it!" As patron Bel recounted his story, it was
ANDREW While Andrew walked out from the place, he brought out his cell phone that had been saddled in his pockets. They could hear the message beeps and the vibrating calls but he didn't dare to take it out, for the respect that he had for the people that showed him no respect at all. [ Good day sir! If you are free, I would love to schedule a meeting with you! ] A message from Mr. Patrick read. [ Send me the address for the meeting, I'm free ] Andrew replied. The message had been sent for about a minute. The only thing that he needed to do was wait for a reply from the other end However, the only reply that he got was a car honking at him right from behind. He turned around and met with a BMW car. 00Lp Thought of the driver having missed his way or PPPuuñ0pKklwanting to ask for directions in a place that he knew nothing about sprang up in Andrew's mind.. But that was until a young suited man stepped out from the car with a quick bow. "Young master!" He didn't dare
ANDREW Everyone turned their head swiftly towards the motion of this sudden distraction. It was the first time that it was happening in the course of such a meeting that the Patron had been distracted. However, Fred sitting down could not hold his cool anymore. The raging heat that was burning in him. He felt like he was the one that was entitled to this. He had already worked so hard for it. Spending his money and his resources. Not forgetting what he stands to gain after killing… The thoughts snapped out of his head. It wasn't time for that just yet… "Should there be a problem?" Patron Bel inquired. "I just want to bring it to your notice that we all know the person that is being referred to here. It's Andrew of all people and there's no way that he would be able to afford such!" He noted. "I don't think that he should be given such a privilege for committing an illegal act. What if the police come after him. The name of this family will certainly be strained." He noted
ANDREW For Fred, there was no one that could battle with him in the Henry family. For him, they were all pieces of trash that could be trampled on easily. His heart was beaming with joy, looking at the whole name and record that he had created for himself around the family and no one would dare to break. Taking these into consideration, he was so sure that no one was going to get on his way to what he wanted. But there was one person that he had never thought about. One person that had a smile coming on his face all along. Francis got up from his seat, clearing his throat with a cough only to bring the attention of the house to himself. "I know that I have already been told that I am not a part of this family but I am ready to make up for that as much as I can! I will be getting married to Juliet here in a week's time and to celebrate my coming into the family, I have a gift that would have everyone wowed!" The joy that was laced on Fred's face at the beginning suddenly d
ANDREW "No! I need you to prepare one for my wife!" He said. "You and your wife don't need a ticket! Anyone that you want can come in at any point!" He stretched. The meeting continued for about another hour. All of the properties that had been assigned to Andrew all signed over. Including about a ton of gold, a ruby Diamond, a house at an island in Hawaii and lots of other properties.. Andrew's hands ached. Flowing over with sweat when he was finally done signing everything that was required.. "Finally!" He muttered to himself. When he was done, he got into the car and was taken home to his wife. But immediately he stepped out from the car, the first person that his eyes laid his eyes on were the Henry family. They looked at him as he came down from the Porsche that had brought him in. For split moments, Andrew was appearing in a totally different light as he stepped down slowly from the car. Their lips parted with shock. Even the sports car that was worth about two
ANDERSON There was an abrupt pause in the hall. And the piercing hot gaze going right through Andrew. "Did you drop your brain in the dustbin?" "Just because you can't afford it doesn't mean that others can't!" "Grow up kid! You are just being pained!" He added. Even Lisa frowned. She was trying to help in the first place and support him but Andrew was beginning to act like some weird freak.. How could he say that these stunning cards were fake? "How can these be fake Andrew! You are just trying to stop all of us from going to the party because you are not going to be there!" Francis blotted out with a smirk on his face. Andrew stepped forward with a stare right into his face at the moment.. "Do you think so? I hope that your life catches up with you!" Andrew replied.. He wanted to stop them from making a fool out of themselves at the party that would be holding but he wasn't a fool to try to force help on anyone either. Andrew went inside to continue with his cho
ANDREWAndrew shrugged. "Wrong phrase again. I think the question should be if I care to know who you are."The girl's face turned beet red with rage. "How dare you! My name is Madeline Monroe, and my father is one of the top millionaire business tycoons in this country. You're just a nobody, a poor excuse for a human being. You'll regret ever crossing me!"The crowd gasped, murmuring amongst themselves. "Oh no, he's in trouble now," someone whispered. "The Monroe family can ruin him with just one phone call."But Andrew didn't flinch. "I'm shaking in my boots," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You can't do anything to me, Madeline. I've done nothing wrong."Madeline's eyes widened in outrage. "You're refusing to apologize? You're going to regret this!""I can't apologize for doing nothing," Andrew replied, his voice firm.The crowd began to murmur louder, some people suggesting that Andrew apologize to Madeline before it was too late. "Please, just apologize," someone begge
Mr. Patrick's face was stern as he turned to Mr. Monroe. "Watch and see," he said, pulling out his phone. Mr. Monroe's eyes widened in fear as Mr. Patrick dialed a number. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice shaking. Mr. Patrick didn't answer. Instead, he spoke into the phone. "Withdraw all my shares from Monroe Industries. Now." Mr. Monroe's face turned white with shock. "No, please! You can't do that!" Mr. Patrick's expression didn't change. "I can, and I will. Unless you kneel and apologize to Andrew." Mr. Monroe looked around at the crowd, which was watching with bated breath. He had no choice. He fell to his knees before Andrew, his face covered with shame. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he pleaded. "I'll do anything. Just please don't ruin me." Andrew stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Apology not accepted," he said coldly. "You use your riches to oppress the poor. You think you're above the law." Mr. Monroe and Madeline begged for forgiveness, but Andre