Jacques Claude Gauthier was engrossed in uncontrollable emotions that tears couldn't hold up in his eyes and shimmered down his cheeks in grand style. His tearing up got the attention of all the individuals at the uncompleted building, they all remained dumbfounded but kept glancing at the grandfather and grandson conversation.Millions of words were muttered in their hearts but none of the individuals gave in to speeches while staring at Jacques Claude Gauthier tearing emotions beside his Grandson. It was rather too late to pretend not to see the CEO and founder of The Lion Winery Industries in beaming tears.The individuals without being told from how they positioned their faces already understood what could have propelled Jacques Claude Gauthier to tears while holding onto his grandson's firm hands. If he had an escape from tearing up probably he'd have chosen that but he didn't seem ashamed of tearing up in front of his grandson.Margot Fournier and Celine held up their eyeballs f
Grand Lord Raphael Gauthier grasped the in-depth words of his grandfather and understood where he was headed. He would have opted to interrupt his hunger to opine his thoughts but on the second thought he decided to lay low and pay more attention.Jacques Claude Gauthier had his face clothed with a teary smile. He wouldn't have outdone what his grandson had accomplished even if he were to go back in time. The most mind-blowing of the reality was that it was the same grandson birthed by his daughter whom he once despised.If Jacques Claude Gauthier had known he would have treated his late daughter much better than exiling her from the family empire because she doggedly decided to marry the man who made her heartbeat.He knew better and all he's got is Grandlord Raphael Gauthier who saved him after hours of being kidnapped. How life is interwoven with uncertainties and surprises and Jacques Claude Gauthier was shown a life example of never being in haste while making life-threatening de
“Urgh!” Raphael groaned out deeply. Hot sweats dropped off Raphael's head and profusely flew down to his bearded cheeks, his face stiffened, whilst wearing his tattered worn-out white and black work outfit. He had been working tirelessly for over seven hours since he resumed work in the morning as a part-time Room service agent at one of the most-rated five-star hotels in Paris; Stamford Luxury Suites, an establishment he had graciously worked for about six years. His legs were aching in deep pain, he could barely see clearly as the stress from work's demands had somewhat blurred his vision. His stomach grumbled terribly. He hadn't had anything to eat since that day broke forth, not even water to quench his dried throat. Any attempt to get himself fed whilst at work would precipitate a hefty series of humiliations from his family in-laws who were the esteemed managers of the suite where he worked. Other staff could be overlooked but Raphael would commit a terrible sin if seen eat
In a couple of moments, a police cruiser drove into Stamford Luxury Suites residence and screened its brake a few miles away from the reception.The siren kept blaring out as three hefty 6"fit tall cop men headed towards the lobby where the suspect was being held.“Cops. This is the shameless pauper that stole our guest's $10,000, please do the needful as officers of the law,” Mr. Laurent swiftly informed the cop men whilst stylishly winking at them.“Yes, have him arrested!” Mrs Emma, the guest, Andre, and Marcel simultaneously consented.Raphael randomly gazed at their faces as they continually blurted out their false accusations. “No officer. They're lying against me. I stole nothing” his voice repeatedly resounded in self-defense.“You have every right to remain silent as anything said could be used against you in a court of law,” one of the cop men recited with his right hand placed towards his armed gun.“Take him out once at once! He's a shameless penniless thief!” All accompli
The cop men created a bit of privacy when they behold Laurent and Emma walking towards Raphael, they knew they were the ones trailing them from a distance.The cop men winked at them, they clearly understood they would want to have a moment with their acclaimed son-in-law before his detention.“Newsflash? I'm certain y'all plotted all these against me,” Raphael blurted out in confidence.“How could y'all be so cold-hearted to falsely brand me a thief? Huh?” He couldn't help but inquire, veins appearing on his forehead in fury.His family in-laws smirked and tutted their lips in ridicule. “Pauper, we advised you but you were so adamant and stubborn. Now look at you. Everyone believed you're a thief,” his father-in-law unleashed his heartfelt pleasure to Raphael's predicament.“You brought all these upon your impoverished self, stay off from our lives and walk away from our daughter, but you blatantly refused to buy our candid advice all these years,” Emma aligned with her husband and m
Being Raphael's fifth anniversary he had saved up some considerable cash to purchase a warm gift for her, but he had already used that to bail himself.Would he rather sleep in prison and miss being with his wife on their fifth anniversary or bail himself and explain to her what truly transpired?He had little or no choice and the better alternative was to have himself bailed. He flagged down a cab heading toward his family-in-law's route.‘I hope she understands?’ he kept mumbling in his heart as the cab arrived in front of Laurent's residence. He calmly alighted and paid off with his last cash.Within moments he found himself at the Moreau's entrance door, he could hear one of Westlife's hit tracks blazing off from the living room. “It's already party time?” he said and squeezed the door open knowing it was hardly locked before 6 pm.Raphael's eyes glared at his family-in-law who were seated comfortably in the living room.From their gestures, it seemed like they were patiently wait
Raphael without further ado narrowed his eyes to grasp a better view of the man standing in front of him, from his stature, he could deduce he was in his early 40s, about 6"1' tall with a well-shaved goatee. ‘Young Master? What does that even mean, huh?’ The persistent questions ran across his mind whilst standing to his feet. “Please who are you? Why did you call me such? Have we met before?” he continually questioned, staring deep into his face. The strange man quickly knelt before him with his hands lifted towards him in absolute honor. “Young Master, my name is Benoit. I'm your grandfather's senior butler. I'm…” he was about to complete his words when Raphael quickly turned and ambled away from his presence. “Young Master?... Please don't depart,” He quickly mouthed as he noticed the strange outlook after he mentioned working for his grandfather. Raphael kept mute with a frowned face, his arms akimbo. Benoit still ran in front of him and knelt once again. “Are you pissed off t
Raphael had to inquire as everything was unfolding faster than he could ever imagine.Less than an hour ago he was shamelessly dumped by his ex-wife and potentially replaced by his step-brother.Here he's in front of his grandfather he hadn't seen for about seven years offering a mind-blowing sum of cash with an exalted position in his champagne production company. Like for real?“Yes, my boy. First thing tomorrow morning. I'll have you announce to the rest of the management and staff your new position.”“I've dreamt and hoped for this day when I'd make you this offer. Don't say no my boy,” Jacques Claude Gathuier politely requested as he embraced his grandson who was still engrossed in a shocking state.Raphael's demeanor is a pictorial representation of; “Excitement and disbelief” from the little his late mother told him; he knew his grandfather was a man of his word. He wasn't bluffing either with his offer.“My boy. Our Winery business has been growing. We're amongst the top 10 fi