Charles stared at the judge intently as he looked at the audience ready to give his verdict. He knew he had won. That was sure, but he just couldn't help thinking and wondering if things were going to end in his favor.Most of the time he had always gotten disappointed and although he had been really confident with James' smartness, he could not help but wonder about a negative what-if. The judge's little eyes roamed over the audience and finally opened his lips to speak. "The jurors have deliberated, and have come to a decision." The judge started, and Charles bit the insides of his cheek. "The court has voted in favour of Mr. Charles." He announced, and to Charles, it felt like fireworks burst in his chest. He had succeeded. The judge continued to speak, announcing that his father was to transfer all the documents he had in his possession concerning the case of Charles' mother to Charles, but Charles was lost in the joy he felt at the moment. His hands clenched into fists, not be
The next day, Charles got ready for the meeting he was to have with his father, so he can get all his documents, transferred to him.He walked down to the sitting room, and found James sipping a pineapple juice while waiting for him.“Alright, alright, I’m here. Let’s leave. You’re with the court order, right?” Charles asked, to confirm.“Yes.” James responded firmly as he stood up.Charles nodded his head, and then they both walked out to his car, with his bodyguards, joining in.“Sir, you look really good, today.” Charles’ driver complimented with a happy smile.Charles chuckled, and smacked his lips. “Thank you, John.” He appreciated him, and then leaned backwards on the car seat.They drove off to one of Mr. Lincoln’s companies, and his secretary allowed Charles and James, in, because she recognized Charles, and also knew what he was here for.“Please go in, sir.” She urged, politely.“Thank you.”Charles and James went in, and met a not surprised Mr. Lincoln, and his lawyer, sitt
Mrs. Penny sat down, waiting for the people she had called, to get here. Soon, a doorbell rang, and she instructed a maid to get the door.Just as she expected, it was the gang whom she had spoken to on the phone that just got here. They were all dressed in black. The leader wore a black suit, and nice shoes to complement it, while the others wore other kind of outfits, but were black.“It’s so nice to finally have a business to do with you, Mrs. Adam.” The leader said as he moved closer to her, and extended his hand for a handshake.“So, you have been hoping to have business with me.” Mrs. Adam replied, and signaled for him to have his seat.“Yes, of course. My boys and I were really delighted to have your call. And we’ll ensure that we’ll sweep you off your feet once we get a hold of the work you want us to venture in.” The leader assured, with a smile.“Oh, I see. My interest is getting piqued, already. Allow my maid to serve you chilled juice, and then we’ll get right to work.” Mr
Mr. Lincoln sat on a sofa in his living room bent forward, elbows on his knees and fingers clasped in front of his nose, thinking hard. He hadn't been himself since the trial with Charles. Although he hated to think about it, he just couldn't help feeling the sting all over.The shame seemed to renew every damn hour. It was expected to have dimmed and reduced but it was still there burning deep into his bones and bothering him. How could that jerk have managed it so quickly? It made him look like a fool. He had been caught in his lies within the first twenty minutes and couldn't defend himself. Tyson had made things even more embarrassing by going to fight Charles. Although he understood where his son's anger was coming from but the fact that Charles' bodyguard had handled him roughly stung hard. "Why's the whole mood this way?" Carlos asked as he slammed the jug of milk he was holding onto the dining table behind which he was about to sit. "We haven't lost yet! We're still going to
The next day, Charles woke up to the lovely humming sounds of the birds. He sat up, and stared at his phone’s to-do-list. He was ready to do what he had to do. Then he dialed both James’ and Vera’s number, telling them to come over to his house for a meeting. In an hour, they both got to his house, and he walked downstairs to meet with them.“Good morning. I called you here for a meeting regarding my new business idea.” Charles revealed calmly.“Whoa. That’s really amazing. A new business idea is exciting.” James spoke out, with composed excitement.“I know right? I have actually had this idea for a while now, but this is the right time to actually work on it, before I continue dealing with those annoying people.”“Okay, so what do you need us to do to make this work, and come alive?” vera questioned, with her notepad, and pen in her hand.“Alright, I need people that are into robotics stuff. People who love tech stuff, you know. So, Vera, I’ll need you to publicize that, and the mee
“So, Mr. Lincoln, we have as many buildings as you want, but their prices are no longer the same as last week. They have kind of increased.” The manager informed, holding the catalogue.“Alright then. Please show me your catalogue.” Charles requested politely.The manager passed the catalogue to James and James gave it to Charles. Charles went through the catalogue, and was quite pleased with the different buildings he saw there.“Well, if their prices are now hiked, I believe they are all worth it.” Charles spoke, nodding his head in satisfaction.Then his eyes caught a perfect building which he felt he could use for his tech company. Then he checked the price, and it was a whooping sum of 5 billion dollars.Charles thought about how he could get that amount. It was possible if he removed the money from all his accounts. He had made several investments recently, and most of his money, gone.“Alright, I’ll take this one. My manager here, will bring it in cash once I withdraw it from t
Angẹla watched Charles expression change from a blank one to one of shock. His eyes went as wide as apples and he grabbed his phone with his second hand as though he couldn't see properly. Then he blinked serverally and his eyes went everywhere in disbelief. Angela smiled. Seeing Charles clearly experiencing a bad situation was thrilling. So he also could make that expression on his proud face. He stood from his seat and left immediately and Angela's eyes followed after him. What did he see to throw him so off-balance? Then she realized she was wasting time and she actually had the opportunity she needed. She looked around, wondering if the maid was still somewhere in sight and when she saw the maid wasn't, her hands flew to her bag, prying it open and searching frantically for the poison."You should have kept it somewhere unique." She muttered to herself as her head whipped all around frantically. Then she found the tranparent poison bag and discovered her hands were trembling re
Angela was on edge as she watched Charles tip the glass of wine over. Just one more tilt, one more tilt. Suddenly everything seemed too slow. Why was he so slow just to drink one glass of wine?Then his phone rang and he dropped the glass of wine immediately.Angela swore under her breath, squeezing her skirt tightly in frustration. He had been so close, even the tiniest gulp was bound to do something. Charles held up his phone in hopes of it being James calling, but it was not. Instead, it was Vera calling. Charles sighed, and picked up the call. "Vera." He called as he moved to sit and in doing that, he accidentally pushed the glass of wine off the little table and it fell to the ground, shattering and sending wine splattering on the sofa. Angela shrieked as she watched the glass of wine seep onto the carpet close to where it shattered.There went her poison. Charles stared at her, wondering why she was overreacting over a glass of wine."Couldn't you have been more careful!?" S