In the dimly lit courtroom, the judge pronounced Frank's sentence with a solemn voice, "Frank Stevens, you have been found guilty of your involvement in the conspiracy to harm Donald. Your actions have caused immense pain and suffering. The court hereby sentences you to twenty-five years in prison for your crimes."As the gavel fell, Frank's world crumbled around him. He had been a willing participant in Albert's sinister plans, but now he faced the consequences of his choices. With his head bowed, he was led out of the courtroom, his freedom forever lost.Meanwhile, Rodney's fate hung in the balance as his trial unfolded. The evidence against him was overwhelming, from his confession to the damning testimony of his former associates.The weight of his crimes pressed heavily on him, and as the days turned into weeks, Rodney knew that the outcome of this trial could be his last.The day of Rodney's sentencing arrived with an air of anticipation. The courtroom was packed with spectators
"Hey, I'm running late. I have to go now," Donald said, after checking his wristwatch. He had better go back to work before it was too late."Donnie, to where? By the way, I wanted to tell you I wouldn't be able to come around to your birthday tomorrow, so..." But before Jackson his close friend at the University could finish his statement, Donald had dashed away, replying to him from a distance. "See you later!" Donald was in his final year at the University of Chesbil and was to turn 20 years old the next day. He had been experiencing a low-key life ever since he was born and had been involved in low-status jobs to learn what his future employees might be like and most importantly, to better understand, the inner and basic core of running different companies and leading its employees.Within a short time, he arrived at the Royals' hotel, where he worked as a food server. "Hey, Donald," one of his colleagues at the hotel greeted him as he walked in. "Hi, Greg," Donald replied, as
Donald gave the man and Sandra a last glance before walking away with coldness in his eyes. Even though he loved Sandra, it was now glaring that he couldn't continue a relationship with her.Who would go back for a bitch?However, Sandra didn't seem to be moved by his coldness, but smirked as she eyed Donald’s back."Sandra, I will surely make you regret it!" Donald vowed as he walked down the corridor of the hotel room. Just as he was about to make a turn to go downstairs, his phone rang "Hello, Dad," Donald said when he noticed that it was his father calling. "How are you, Donald?" "I'm fine, Dad," Donald responded flatly. After all, he wasn’t in the mood to greet anyone happily."Your grandfather has decided to assign you one of the big companies to run, especially now that you have reached the rightful age to start taking over part of the family business," Albert, Donald's father said rapidly. Although he sensed something was wrong with his son, he said nothing. His son had no
While Sandra continued pleading, she suddenly saw Donald standing not too far from them. Feeling disgusted at Donald’s existence, she rolled her eyes and murmured somthing beneath her breath."Eh! How come this useless pauper is here? Has he still not given up on me?" Sandra naturally suspected that Donald was there because he had been following them all the way long.The rich guy, Rodney, also noticed Donald, and after sharing a mischievous look with Sandra, the two of them burst into laughter. "Hey, how come the servant boy is here? Have you been following us? Poor spoony!" Rodney couldn’t hold back the pride of a winner as he laid a deep kiss on Sandra, which made the latter giggle in pleasure. However, Donald didn’t even spare them a side glance. He wasn’t there to waste his precious time on a couple of bitch and bastard, he was there to prepare for his luxurious life.Rodney, on the other hand, had never been ignored like this, and what made him boil with anger as he had just b
The shop manager wanted to invite Donald for tea and perhaps even hoped to get invited to Donald’s house in return. If lucky, she would be able to meet Mr Jeff and have a nice chat with him. She believed that would benefit her business career a lot. But Donald wisely changed the topic.On the other hand, feeling rather confused, Rodney and Sandra decided to leave. There was no point staying now that Donald seemed to know the manager of the shop. What if they were both acting to fool others? Besides, Rodney didn’t want Sandra to go back to the expensive handbag. He had had enough for today, so without hesitating, he dragged Sandra toward the entrance."Are you leaving so soon? What about the handbag?" The saleswoman called from behind. "We'll be back some other time," Rodney replied reluctantly, dragging Sandra harder with a firm hand toward the entrance before the saleswoman could say one more word.. Rodney was a regular customer at the luxury shop, so the saleswoman believed him a
“You can't believe who I saw! " Rodney said, his eyes wide open as if he had seen ghosts. "Who?" a female voice asked lazily from the other end. "I saw Donald, your ex. Did you happen to know that he is the son of the giant tycoon Albert Jeff"“Hahaha...No way. You’re kidding me, he is just an average poor commoner" the female voice interrupted with laughter. "No, Sandra. I’m serious. He is indeed from a rich home. His birthday is being celebrated in a grand style, and the creme de la creme of the society are all present..." "What …. do you mean?" Sandra questioned, her voice shaking obviously. Was she having hearing problems at such a young age?"You won’t believe it, he was announced to soon take over a very large consortium in this city! Didn’t you say he was so poor he couldn’t even afford to buy you a ring?" Rodney roared with suppressed anger, as he hung up on the phone. He had ruined it all just because of a whore!"Can this be true? Rodney is probably drunk," Sandra said t
After watching the “rich” guy throwing in the towel, Donald entered his office and quickly went through his schedule for the day. Time flew and soon it was time for him to leave. He had to be in school to see his project supervisor later that day, so he decided to get ready to leave. He put some documents into his bag so that he could go through them later on his arrival home. Then he walked out of his office downstairs to where he had parked his newly bought car. He drove out of the company's premises, but after five minutes of driving, he came across Amelia and naturally offered to give her a ride. Within a short while, they arrived at the university and Donald was trying to park his car when he heard a tap on the window. He turned and inevitably raised an eyebrow at seeing who it was. "Hey, Donald. Who owns the car you're driving?" Sandra asked. Donald, however, frowned and ignored her. What was the whore doing here? And it was none of her business whose car he was driving.
It was Donald's graduation day at the University of Chesbil, and his family members were all present. He was excited that he was graduating from the University, and some of his colleagues who worked with him while he did low-status jobs were also present. Many shook hands with him, while some others hugged him to congratulate him. The day was a memorable one for him, not only because he was graduating from the University, but because he received an award as the best graduating student of the University. Many of his schoolmates envied him, and he was praised for been able to graduate with an award, despite having to jumble menial jobs with study.While he stood to take pictures with his family and friends, he had a voice not too far away. "CEO" the person called. After calling a number of times without any response, the person moved close to tap him on his shoulders, then he whispered: "CEO." Donald turned to look at the person, and burst into laughter. It was one of his classmates,