Andrew stood by the roadside, precisely at the spot where he had instructed Patrick to pick him up. He glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, his anxiety growing with each passing moment. He was eager to get ready for Lisa's congratulatory party and didn't want to risk being late or, worse, his absence noticed. Just as he was starting to worry that Patrick was running behind schedule, a sleek black car pulled up beside him, its engine purring smoothly. The window rolled down, revealing Patrick's familiar face, his eyes sparkling with a warm smile. "Right on time, Patrick," Andrew said, flashing a grateful grin as he slid into the plush leather seat. "Of course young master," Patrick replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "I wouldn't dare keep you waiting." Andrew's mind turned to the party, and he asked urgently, "I need an outfit for Lisa's congratulatory party tonight. Can you help me out?" Patrick nodded promptly, his expression co
Francis approached Mr. Patrick with a sly smile spreading across his face. "Mr. Patrick, glad to have you here," he said, his voice clearly dripping with sarcasm. "There's nothing much going on, just a nobody claiming to be somebody." He added with a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. Mr. Patrick's expression turned skeptical, his eyebrow shooting up in surprise. "For real?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt. He scanned the room, his eyes searching for the person Francis was referring to. Francis pointed at Andrew, his finger jabbing accusingly through the air. "It's this young man here," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. Andrew's face remained calm, but a brief smile flickered across his lips as he met Patrick's gaze. He continued to act like he didn't know who he was, his expression neutral. Mr. Patrick's eyes narrowed, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. "Well, young man, what is the matter?" he asked Andrew, his voice firm but amused. Andrew's ex
Andrew burst out of the party, his heart pounding with expectation as if the night itself held its breath in anticipation. The cool evening air enveloped him like a shroud, heightening his senses as he hastened towards the roadside. There, he spotted Patrick, pacing beside the car seeming very agitated. "Patrick, what's wrong?" Andrew asked, sounding very concerned. The Patrick he knew never seemed scared and agitated for any reason. He always had stuff under control. Andrew’s eyes never left that of Patrick as quickened his pace to reach his driver's side. Patrick's expression turned grave, his eyes darting around the deserted street before focusing on Andrew. "We can't talk here, young master," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of the party. Andrew's curiosity was piqued, his mind racing with possibilities. "What's going on? Tell me!" he demanded, his eyes locked on Patrick's tense face. Patrick's gaze swept the surrounding area once more, his moveme
Andrew's mind raced as he tried to come up with a convincing lie to tell Lisa. He didn't want to raise any suspicions, but he needed an excuse to leave early the next morning. Just as he was about to speak, a clever idea popped into his head. "Lisa, its nothing really, you don’t have to worry your pretty head. It’s just a text I got from my friend, the one who helped me secure the contract," Andrew said, trying to sound as casual as possible. Lisa looked up from her book, curious. "What did he say?" Andrew hesitated for a moment before responding. "He wants me to come to his office early tomorrow morning at 7:am" Lisa's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why?" Andrew shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "He didn't say. Probably just wants to discuss some details about the my agreement with him." Lisa raised an eyebrow. "At 7 am?" Andrew forced a laugh. "I know, I know, it's early. But hey, that's just how he works." Lisa looked skeptical, but Andrew quickly changed the subject
Andrew's eyes widened in astonishment as the entourage of stylists descended upon the room, their arms laden with racks of luxurious attire. He stood frozen, his mind struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of the transformation that lay before him. Mr. Patrick's words echoed in his mind - a week-long absence, a plethora of meetings and appearances, a new persona to embody. As the stylists busied themselves unpacking the garments, Andrew's thoughts drifted to Lisa, his wife. He wondered if she was frantically trying to reach him, her mind racing with worry since he had switched off his phone to avoid detection. A pang of guilt shot through his chest, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the journey ahead. Andrew's introspection was interrupted by Patrick's gentle clearing of his throat. "Shall we begin, Andrew?" he asked, his voice low and encouraging. Andrew nodded, a sense of resolve settling within him. He was ready to shed his old skin, to emerge from the chrysalis of his f
Andrew's eyes sprang open with a sudden jolt, as if propelled by an unseen force. The ear-piercing shriek of the alarm clock shattered the tranquil silence of the morning, leaving him disoriented and grumbling waking up this early wasn’t really his thing. His position as the useless son Inlaw had almost become a part of him. He sat up in bed, his hands instinctively rising to rub the remnants of sleep from his eyes. The gentle friction of his palms against his eyelids seemed to stir his senses, and he was abruptly reminded of the significance of this day.A mix of emotions swirled within him, like a maelstrom of conflicting sentiments. Excitement had the better part of him but nervousness wrestlers to get the spot instead. His heart raced with anticipation, yet his mind was clouded by doubts and uncertainties. What will be the outcome of today? Would he be accepted or rejected? The questions swirled in his mind like a vortex, making him alowly drift into anxiety.He swung his legs o
As they entered the conference room, everyone's eyes turned to Patrick, and they bowed slightly in greeting. But it was clear they didn't know who he was. Patrick didn't seem to mind, his confident stride and kind smile commanding attention."Good morning, everyone," Patrick said, his voice clear and strong. "I've called this urgent meeting to discuss the future of Genius Group. I ask those present to take their seats, and our media team to arrange a Zoom call for those unable to join us here today."The room buzzed with whispers and curious glances. Who was this man, and why was he speaking with such authority?Just then, Andrew stepped forward, a determined look on his face. "Before we begin," he said, his voice ringing out across the room, "I have an important announcement to make. This is Patrick, the new owner and heir of Genius Group."Gasps and murmurs erupted around the room. The board of directors, seated at the far end, stared in shock, their faces pale."But...but this can'
Andrew signaled to Patrick, who was standing by the door, to retrieve the box of files. Patrick offered a slight bow and turned to leave, his movements fluid and confident.As soon as Patrick was out of the room, one of the elderly men spoke up, his voice dripping with skepticism. "I don't know, Andrew, you don't look like the Genius himself. You don't have his eyes, his nose, his jawline... you're not even similar!"The room filled with murmurs of agreement and disagreement.One of the men, a portly gentleman with a thick mustache, nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, I see what he means. The Genius had a distinctive look, and Andrew here doesn't quite match it."But another man, a slender woman with glasses, countered, "But that's not necessarily true. Children don't always look exactly like their parents. And Andrew has the same birthmark as Genius, doesn't he?"A third man, a gruff-looking individual with a scowl, spoke up. "Birthmarks can be faked, my dear. I'm not convinced."A soft-sp