George woke up, and met himself in a well-lit room which was receiving a good amount of sunlight. There weren’t decorations on the walls, and the room looked dry, and old.It was more like they had put him in a room-like-basement. After scanning everywhere with his eyes, then he noticed that he was tied up, and left hanging in mid-air.“Hello? Is anyone there? Please let me down. I’ll give you anything you want, just let me go.” George pleaded, earnestly.Then he noticed the masked man and his men, coming out of a corner.“Wow. He is awake. Get me a chair to enjoy the wonderful view.” The masked man requested, with excitement.As one of his goons dropped a chair, politely for him, he sat down, and let out a satisfied sigh.“Alright, bring in the specie.” He instructed, and crossed his legs, staring at George who was looking lost.“Please I…I know I… may have wronged you or something. But… but I can settle it with a huge amount of money. How much do you need?” George stuttered, and flu
Charles could not believe his ears. He sat abruptly, and pressed the phone against his ear.“Did I hear your right, Mr. Grayson?” Charles asked again.“Yes. We can talk more on the reason if you’re able to make it to my office before I leave.” Mr. Grayson suggested.When he hung up, Charles stared into blank space, because he was still shocked by the news. Even if he wasn’t solely depending on the income from his partnership deal with Mr. Grayson, it was awkward to be the one to be cut off.“Is there anything wrong?” James asked, out of concern.“Drive back to Gray Tech company.” Charles ordered his driver, and he immediately made a U-turn.Then he turned to James, and sighed.“Mr. Grayson just informed me that he has to cut off our partnership deal. So, I need to go to his office to hear the reasons. Probably it might be something we might be able to fix.”Fortunately for Charles, there was no traffic congestion, so they were able to get to Gray Tech Company in no time.As soon as Ch
Charles stood on the same spot, hands. deep in his pockets, watching Carlos. Carlos was the smart and calculating type. He wasn't as reckless as Tyson, nor did he do things impulsively or without reason. For him to ask to meet up, it meant he had something to say, and it wasn't something to be taken lightly. After assessing Carlos for a while, he began to stride over to him. Charles decided in his mind not to be cowed by whatever Carlos said to him because it could just be another of his father's strategies.His father already knew Carlos rarely talked or lost his temper and was probably trying to make Charles think something big was going on."Start talking." Charles told him, raising his wrist to stare at the expensive watch on it. "I am a very busy man." He added, dropping it and placing his hand back into his pockets. "Well, I'll cut to the chase. I also have no time to waste. Charles, back off. It's time you relax. Those properties are for our father…" Carlos started, and Charl
It had been quite hard to secure the same poison Mark had given Angela to use and when she finally laid her hands on it, she made her way instantly to Charles' house without being invited because she didn't want him to decline. She got to his home and was informed however that he wasn't around and she knew it would be the best opportunity. Angela walked to sit on a little sofa in front of another with a little table in between them. Then she dialed Charles' number and informed him that she was at his home and asked if he was around on purpose so he'd think she wasn't probably just arriving, and he had told her he was on his way."Please get me wine, two glasses and some fruits. Charles is on his way." She called out to the maid, holding her bag securely and the maid immediately went to carry out her order. "Here it is, ma'am." She said, after getting the things Angela asked for."Serve wine in both glasses. He should be here by now. I'll call him again." Angela said, picking up her
Vera hurried up to Charles' room, and a deep gasp of shock escaped her mouth as she met Charles lying lifelessly on the bathroom floor.“Oh, my goodness!” She screamed out, and then ran into the bathroom. “Come on, let's take him downstairs.” Vera urged, and both her and the maid carried Charles downstairs.As soon as they laid him down in the sitting room, Vera hurriedly took out her phone, and dialed a hospital's number for an ambulance.“Charles, Charles, can you hear me!” Vera called out to him and then checked out his pulse.He was still alive, but his pulse was weak, which meant that he was dying. Soon, an ambulance got to Charles’ house, and he was wheeled into the ambulance.Vera felt for him because this wasn't the first time he was poisoned, and his enemies were sort of getting to him too much.On getting to the hospital, they wheeled him into the emergency center, and both Vera and the maid waitied impatiently and in fear.Vera phoned James, and when James heard the news, he
"Tonight?” Angela asked, surprised it was happening rather quickly, but then, she thought again. It was actually for the best. Charles was no longer needed on the surface of the earth. He had exceeded his stay, and all he did was cause problems for her, and her mother. Her poison plan had failed woefully, so it was best another one replaced it, and it had better work out. She was about to ask for more details to be certain Charles would be finished off without failure and any more disappointments when her phone buzzed, and she, upon seeing the message, she stopped. She had totally forgotten all about an issue she was yet to fix. “Excuse me, mum.” She said to her mum, whose phone had begun to ring. “Sure.” Mrs. Penny replied, and picked her call. Angela left the living room to her room, and when she closed the door behind her, she stared at the text on her phone screen. Her heart began to pound and, for some reason, cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She sucked in a deep breath
“Mark!” Angela screamed out, as her heart jumped into her throat. She couldn't even look down. If she took even the slightest step backwards, she was going to fall, and Mark himself might not be able to hold her up.Angela's chest fluttered like a crazy butterfly, and she felt so weak, so weak to the extent that she felt she was going to cry out loud, if he didn't pull her away.The furious wind didn't help matters, so instead Angela closed her eyes tight, and tried not to think of the numerous feet below.“How do you feel right now, Angela?” He asked, still holding her wrist, with a hand on her shoulder, not pushing her, and not pulling her. Just holding her there. “Mark, please… please. Let's… let's talk over there. Over there, away from the cliff.” She begged, sobbing with her eyes still closed.“I asked how you feel, Angela.” He insisted, giving a little push, and Angela screamed.“Scared! Damn it, I'm scared! I feel… I feel like my heart's going to burst, so please stop!” She sc
Charles watched Angela carefully. She was behaving strangely, although he couldn't pinpoint what it was that had her so restless. “How did I know it was wine? Wasn't it wine? I just thought wine would be effortless to poison because I also ate the fruits, so she couldn't have poisoned that.” She explained, staring at Charles with wild, unsettled eyes.“It might not have been wine. The doctors can't say, but they're guessing it was probably the food.” He told her, pushing off against the wall, and she nodded. “Oh, that's very true.” She replied, moving to go towards the door, and Charles followed her. “I just… I just hope you're okay now. I've checked on you, and… I guess I won't feel guilty anymore since I've finally come to check on you.” She continued, as she left Charles' house. “Why would you feel guilty?”“Why have you been attacking me with questions? Isn't it weird for you to get hurt, and I wouldn't even check on you? It's not like we're strangers or something.” She snapped