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The Fool's Gold The Devil In Both Worlds (2)
The argument escalated, voices overlapping in a cacophony of accusations and defenses, the room echoing with the intensity of their words. "You have no right to speak of lies!" The Hermit's voice cut through the noise, his eyes flashing with indignation, and his finger pointing accusingly at the Devil."You thrive on deceit, you devil," he continued, his voice steady and firm, "and that's why you are the devil!" He spat out the words, his lips twisted in disgust, and his face set in a stern mask."At least I don't hide behind false pretenses," the Devil shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and his eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned back in his chair, a sly smile spreading across his face, and his hands steepled together in a mocking gesture. "What are you afraid of? That I'll uncover your true intentions and maybe... try to steal something?" He raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing and provocative.The Magician raised his hand, attempting to restore order, his palm facing
The Fool's Gold The Devil In Both Worlds (3)
As the Devil left the realm of the Major Arcana, he vanished into thin air, only to reappear instantly in a golden room. The lavish space gleamed with opulence, the walls adorned with intricate patterns of gold leaf that seemed to shimmer in the light. With a fluid motion, he removed his dark attire, revealing a tailored suit underneath, and the fire in his eyes subsided, replaced by a calm, human gaze. The glowing ring on his hand dimmed, transforming into an ordinary black band, and his eyes lost their otherworldly intensity, becoming soft and brown. The formidable presence of the Devil dissolved, revealing Sullivan, the president's son of M-City, standing tall, his chiseled features relaxed, and a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He looked around the room, his eyes taking in the lavish decorations, and his expression turned thoughtful, as if he were lost in thought.Sullivan's eyes adjusting to the opulent surroundings. On the bed lay another figure, a tall man with blonde
The Fool's Gold Adopt Me
Sultan Armstrong sank into the plush armchair in the grand living room of the Watson estate, his weary eyes scanning the opulent space. After a long, arduous trek with Lugard, they had finally arrived at the estate, and the extravagant furnishings and heavy drapes seemed almost comically luxurious to him. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, earning curious glances from the Watson family, who had gathered to discuss his unexpected presence in their lives. They sat in silence, their faces a picture of confusion and concern, as they tried to process the events that had unfolded.Mr. Watson, a tall man with graying hair and a stern expression, broke the silence first. His bushy eyebrows furrowed as he spoke, "You... You..., we need to understand why you pretended to be Emmett. This is a serious matter."Sultan, grinning widely, shrugged his shoulders, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you see, it wasn't exactly a plan. More of a happy accident." He let out a hearty laugh, the sound
The Fool's Gold Three Memories
Emmett sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the ornate wallpaper that lined his room, its intricate patterns blurring together as his mind wandered. The evening shadows lengthened, casting a gloomy pallor over his face, and the flickering light of the lamp beside him danced across his features, accentuating the turmoil etched on his face.He reached for a bottle of whiskey he had hidden in his nightstand, the glass clinking against the wood as he poured himself a generous measure. As he took a swig, the fiery liquid burned down his throat, mirroring the turmoil inside him, and he winced, feeling the sting of both the whiskey and his own self-doubt."How useless am I?" he muttered to himself, the bitterness in his voice stark against the silence of the room, which seemed to swallow his words whole. "My own parents had to adopt someone else without even asking me. Just how worthless have I become?" The words hung in the air, a challenge to the shadows that seemed to closing
The Fool's Gold Four Trucks And A Bugatti (1)
Suddenly, the door creaked open once more, casting a sliver of light into the room. Lugard, ever-watchful and smart bodyguard, stepped into the room, his presence commanding attention. His eyes scanned the space before locking onto Sultan, his expression serious. “I need to speak with the young master,” Lugard announced, his voice firm yet respectful, his deep voice filling the room.Emmett's eyes flashed with irritation as he stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “You, Lugard, right? You're my bodyguard, not his,” he said, his voice sharp with authority, his brow furrowed in annoyance.Before Lugard could respond, Sultan raised his hand, a calm smile playing on his lips. “It's fine, Emmett. Let's not make a scene,” he said, his voice soothing, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He turned to Lugard, his demeanor as relaxed as ever, his interest piqued. “So, what's up, Lugard? What's so urgent?” he asked, his head tilted slightly to one side, inviting Lugard to spe
The Fool's Gold Four Trucks And A Bugatti (2)
Mr. Watson clapped him on the shoulder, his hand warm and firm, a gentle squeeze that conveyed his affection and approval. "Just keep being yourself, Sultan. Now go on, I can see you've got somewhere to be," he said, his eyes twinkling with a knowing glint, his voice filled with a warm, paternal tone. With that, Sultan nodded, turning towards the new driver, who watched the exchange with mild interest, his expression a mask of professional neutrality. Sultan approached him, key in hand, and they walked together towards one of the luxury cars parked in the driveway, its sleek lines and polished surface gleaming in the sunlight. "You don't need to follow me, Lugard is with me," Sultan said, his voice firm, his gesture dismissive. *As they drove away from the estate, Lugard finally spoke, his voice low and serious, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "I've been keeping an eye on the shareholders' movements. There's something you need to know." Sultan glanced at him, intrigued, his e
The Fool's Gold The Burden Of Truth (1)
Lugard approached the Watson Estate, his pulse racing with anticipation. The gates, usually manned by two guards, were now fortified with four, their eyes scanning the surroundings with heightened vigilance. Each guard carried tactical batons, their grips tightening as they eyed Lugard's approach. Their stern expressions did little to ease the tension, their jaws clenched in unison.The surrounding area was swarming with reporters from various news outlets, microphones and cameras at the ready. They surged forward, a chorus of shouted questions filling the air, as Lugard stepped into the fray. "This is CBT News reporting live from outside the Watson Estate," a reporter announced into the microphone, her voice rising above the din. "We've received confirmation that a car registered to the Watson family was involved in a catastrophic accident. The whereabouts of Sultan Watson remain unknown." She paused, her eyes locked on Lugard, her gaze piercing. "Who is Sultan Watson? Did the Wat
The Fool's Gold The Burden Of Truth (2)
Emmett reached for a bottle of whiskey, the amber liquid offering a brief respite from his tormented thoughts. As he swirled the liquor in his glass, he asked himself, "Was I liking Sultan? No! Did I pity him? Yes! Was I happy he's gone? No!!!!" The questions swirled in his mind like the whiskey in his glass. "Why?" he thought, "Because my parents are going to mourn him and leave me in the corner, as always! Even in his absence, I'm still being neglected, just like always. You're just like the others, Sultan." The bitter taste of the whiskey matched the bitterness in his heart.*Meanwhile, the business world was in turmoil. Immediately, news of the accident and Sultan's mysterious disappearance spread like wildfire, igniting a frenzy of speculation and concern. The Watsons' company stocks plummeted as investors grew wary of the secrecy and confusion surrounding the incident. Screens displaying stock prices flashed red, and traders' faces fell as they scrambled to respond to the cr
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