Chapter 83Andrew was still in shock when the screen disappeared. He wiped the sweat away from his face. The gate suddenly opened and the gatekeeper stepped out, signaling to Andrew to make his way inside the house. "The hell?!" Andrew managed to mutter after he had regained his composure. Despite the air conditioner working just fine, his clothes were drenched with his own sweat. His hands trembled when he tried to get hold of the car keys and start the car. When he couldn't seem to get hold of himself. He unlocked the car and got down from it, making his way through the gate instead. "Good afternoon boss, welcome home boss." The gatekeeper greeted. Andrew barely waved at him and made his way inside. The gatekeeper's face contorted in confusion, his eyes glued to Andrew as he made his way into the house with the car still parked outside. He noticed that Andrew's hair was dishevelled, he looked disoriented and his clothes soaked down to his shoes. "Boss, what about your car?" Th
Andrew woke up the next morning to see his breakfast already set on the table in front of him. He was thankful that he had not knocked the food down when he tried to get up. He rubbed the back of his head and slowly arose from the bed. He was beyond baffled that when he woke up, it was already day. "Had I really slept for that long?" He quizzed himself while his eyes searched the room for his phone. He finally found it lying on the bed beside him. He reached for it and turned it on to check the time. "What the— eight thirty-five?!" He exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair, "I remember I got back from the office by two or thereabout, so I slept from then till now." Andrew's calculations were on point. He replied to his text and checked on the missed calls that he had, making a mental note to call them back when he had gotten himself together. He let the phone slip from his hand onto the bed and was about to make his way across the room when his eyes caught the breakfast l
Andrew was unable to peel his eyes away from the screen as he kept on reading the message over and over again inside his head. His other hand clutched the wheel of his cloth while he drove down to his office even when he had no reason to be there that day. He didn't realize that he was still dressed in his clothes from yesterday. All he thought of at that moment was to get to his office as soon as possible, he hadn't even remembered the promise that he made to himself not to But when he got there, he was surprised that the office was still in the condition. "What in the name of— is this a prank or something?" Andrew raised his phone to his face and read the text message again. "I thought the message said a part of the company was burning," Andrew said still staring dumbfoundedly at the text message before letting it down. "Everything seems to be in perfect condition here." Andrew pressed down on the car horn and waited for the gate to open before he drove in. The gatekeeper was eq
The screen disappeared and materialized again. "First mission?" Andrew muttered under his breath. –Tap on the screen to display your mission–"I'm not tapping on any bullshit!" Andrew's resolve grew and he went back to his office chair. –Very well then. It might interest you to know that the theme of this mission is to get back your wealth–All the hairs on Andrew's body stood and he gritted his teeth. It dawned on him that the dream he had about his parents was somehow connected to this. It seemed odd what he was getting himself into. He placed the paper angrily on the table and clutched his hand with both hands. "I don't know Valkyron but this doesn't feel real," Andrew admitted. –I must apologize if you feel that way, master but the earlier you accept responsibility for your mission the faster you can get your wealth before your rivals do–Andrew shot his head up immediately, 'There are others involved in this too' he intoned internally. –Yes there are–"What the—" Andrew exc
Andrew's eyes Fluttered open as he woke up, blinking rapidly as the morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, lighting up his bedroom. He glanced around, disoriented, his mind was still in a blank space for that moment. He struggled to remember what had happened the previous night. He looked around the room with suprise in his eyes wondering how he had got here. He held his head feebly between his hands and tried to process his thoughts. There was something there, just beyond his reach, something important. He reached for it, but as he did, a sharp pain shot through the back of his head. He winced, pressing his fingers to his temple, as if that might help to ease the throbbing ache."What... happened?" he muttered to himself, still feeling groggy. He pushed himself up on the bed, propping his back against the headboard. The images from the previous night were blurred, and no matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he couldn't piece them together.As he swung his legs over the
Andrew let the phone slip from his hand and made his way to the bathroom door. Before he could turn the handle, the door to the bedroom creaked open, and his wife, Lisa, walked in.“Andrew,” she called softly, her eyes scanning his face, “I thought I heard you come in. I was just finishing up downstairs. You look...” Her voice trailed off as she stepped closer, her brow furrowing as she took in his tense posture. “You look like you’ve had a long day.”Andrew managed a weak smile, attempting to brush it off. “Yeah, you could say that.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “I was just about to take a shower, clear my head.”Lisa reached out, her hand brushing against his arm. She felt the tension in his muscles. Something was wrong, she knew him well enough to see that much. She had seen that look before, she recognised it immediately. “Andrew,” she said gently, stepping closer, her eyes searching his, “what’s going on? You seem... different. You can talk to me, you know that, right?”Andre
Andrew dried his face clean before making his way out of the bathroom. Lisa was already long gone by the time that he was out. His eyes scanned the room for any signs of Valkyron but the system wasn't there. He sighed and proceeded to dry the rest of his body. As he did so, there was only one thought on his mind; to visit the prison where Alec had been and question the officers why they had released him from prison. The thought of it made Andrew's insides burn with rage—How could they have let Alec off just like that, after the gravity of his crimes? Andrew could not contain his disappointment for the police department in the city. Even if they had wanted to release Alec, be shooting have been informed about it. Now he was convinced that the letter he had gotten was from Alec himself—he had been the one to deliver the threat letter to his office. "That bastard, if I happen to lay my hands on him, I'm so going to beat him to a pulp and he's going to regret leaving prison in the firs
Chapter 90Andrew glanced at the screen, his heart skipping a beat as he saw Patrick's name."Hey, Andrew. Need to talk to you about Alec's case," the text read.Andrew's curiosity piqued, he typed out a swift response. "What is it?"The reply came quickly. "Alec was never in the police station to begin with."Andrew's eyes widened, his mind reeling. "What do you mean?" he typed, his fingers stumbling over the keys."The night he was supposed to be transferred, he escaped. No one noticed until morning," Patrick's response read.Andrew's stare locked onto the screen, his thoughts racing. How could this have happened?He felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He looked up at the lady who barely noticed his presence and went back to the business that she was attending to before Andrew came in. He made his way out of the station, galncing down at his watch, he noticed that there was still enough time for him to get yo is office. As he made his way to his car, he couldn't get the though
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