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
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
—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
A few weeks later, Andrew's parents were well enough to be discharged from the hospital, and Andrew could not have been more glad. He threw a party on their return—the party only included himself, his parents, his immediate family, the house workers, and Pa Jones. Since he had not yet revealed himself to the others; his friends, and office workers about his return, no one esle had been invited to the party. Andrew felt his life was complete again; he was almost the richest man in the country, and his parents, who he thought had died, were alive and well. It was a swell moment for him. Lisa was the one who was growing increasingly worried that Andrew was now staying back from the office and avoiding contact with everyone else. Poor Patrick had been to the house several times to check up on her. Lisa couldn't tell why, but Andrew had instructed that she should not let him know that Andrew had returned, and each time Patrick left the house with a sad look on his face, she would ask A
Andrew had failed to recover his car from the ice cream shop. He Would have taken up the issue concerning his stolen car, but the car was the least of his problems now, and he had all the money to replace the car he needed. He was more concerned for his parents' health than anything else. He was glad that Lisa had patiently listened to him when he took his time to explain That people were onto him, And they would stop at nothing to make sure that, they saw Andrew suffer, and she had to be grateful that he had found their daughter and rescued her just in time before those men got away. He hadn't given her the full details of the story, just the necessary parts, and debunked every other thing that Dora had said. When Lisa confronted him about what Dora had said about him having superpowers, he laughed about it, making the laugh so real, and deep down, he was only passing time and thinking of what to say that would sound convincing enough. "Would you believe that?!" Andrew said after
Emilia ran her eyes over both men before she responded. "Yes, Diego is in, and do you wish to see him?!" Emilia asked back. "No, no, I do not want to see Diego; I was just making sure.""Okay but who are you two?!" Emilia asked them with question gazes. "Um, my name is Reginald, and I know that I can confide in you, Emilia. So please tell me, Is Mr Genius here?!"Emilia continued to stare at both of them for a while before she responded. "I don't think there's anyone that bears that name in this place. " She said plainly. "Is there anyone who bears Mr Andrew here?!" Reginald asked, rephrasing his sentence. Emilia tried to hide the look that she had made when Reginald mentioned Andrew's name. "No, there's no one that bears that name here either!" She said promptly and tried to dismiss both of them. "I think you too should leave now or haven't I answered all your questions?!""Please do not raise your voice, Emelia!" Reginald pleaded as he looked around, hoping that they would no
Andrew was already making arrangements to get his parents moved to a better hospital that was just a minute's drive away from his house, and in no time, parents had been transferred, all thanks to Pa Jones help, who had assisted in filling out all the paperwork that was necessary for making the transfer. Andrew had made sure that he had sorted out all the hospital bills where his parents had been and thanked them heartily before leaving. It was not until dusk when his parents had been settled into the new hospital before Andrew remembered that he had not yet retrieved his car from the ice cream shop. "Darn it! How can I be this forgetful these days?" Andrew lamented to himself. He knew going back to get the car would be a lost cause because already the car would have been stolen because he had kept the key to the car carelessly for any lucky thief to find. "What's the matter young chap?" Pa Jones, who had noticed the change in Andrew, could not help himself but ask. "My car. I w
"This way, we have to hide before anyone sees us!" Reginald said, searching for a Place that they could both hide. Rolling out of the building was not an option now As they were a long distance away from the door. "I thought you said that only the front passage is used for entry and exit, so why is it that someone is coming now that we are making our way in?" Patrick asked angrily. "There's no time to ask silly questions but just follow me so that we can hide from whoever is coming!" Reginald held back from yelling at Patrick. Patrick gritted his teeth in anger but had no other choice than to follow Reginald into hiding. They found the perfect spot behind one of the doors that they could hide from whoever was approaching. Reginald crossed his fingers and shot his eyes tightly as he prayed that Diego was not the one approaching the passageway Because if it was, it would not take a minute or two for Diego to sniff out strangers in his building. Patrick was about to say something w
"Look, the reason why I do not want to go in there is because I'm not on good terms with Diego." Reginald tried to explain to Patrick that every other thing that he had said to make Patrick give the document back to him had fallen by the side of Patrick's ears. "That's a lie, Reginald, and I am not going to fall for your lies anymore.""Believe me, and it would not even make sense if I should just go to the door, knock on me,t, and ask Diego to release Mr genius; it doesn't work that way,,y does it?!" Reginald asked Rhetorically. "That is why we are going to break him out, and I am not giving these documents back to you unless you help me!" Patrick affirmed. "Shit!" Reginald cursed under his breath. "This was not part of the agreement, boss.""Well, it is now!" Patrick stated. "Now come on let's go. How do we get in without being spotted by anyone especially not by Diego?""That's not any of my business, bosses. Now. Give me back the document and let me be on my way; I told you to
Andrew didn't realize how much he hated Hospitals until he walked into the place. "Man, this place reeks, is this really where my parents were Kept?!" Andrew asked the old man in displeasure. "Yes, this is the place, and why are you holding onto your nostrils like that, lad?" The old man asked when he looked up and noticed Andrew's fingers were still clenched onto his nose tightly. "I do not like the smell of this place" Andrew replied him. "Well, you better start getting used to it because we're going to be in here for a while." The old man informed him. Andrew suddenly stopped in his tracks as if remembering something. The old man noticed this and turned around to meet Andrew's gaze. "What's the matter, lad? You're tired already?!" "No, I'm not tired; I just have this weird feeling...I can't wait to see my parents.....""Well, that's where we are headed for now. We're almost there, we're just three rooms away. " The old man informed Andrew, pointing toward what seemed to be t