The room fell into a stunned silence, all eyes of those who knew sultan as Tiana's ex or just his first name turning to Sultan. His heart raced as he processed the groom's words. The missing rings, the public accusation—everything was spiraling out of control.Like seriously? Sultan Armstrong steal?!Ashley’s grip on Sultan’s hand tightened under the table, her eyes wide with disbelief. "This can't be happening," she whispered, her voice trembling.She definitely didn't believe he stole the ring. Well, she didn't know sultan personally to believe be didn't steal the ring, but she knew for sure that Tiana and George was up to no good!Sultan stood up slowly, trying to maintain his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about," he raised, his voice steady despite the rising panic inside him. "I didn't take any rings."He acknowledged he was sultan, the one and only.George’s eyes narrowed. "Then how do you explain your presence here without an invitation?" he demanded, his tone a
In the midst of the commotion, just when Sultan had given up hope of revealing he was a Watson (fearing they wouldn't believe him without his card), another disturbance erupted from the front. A man, flanked by men in black attire and sunglasses, entered the hall, commanding silence and prompting the security personnel to halt their restraint of Sultan. "The Son of the President has arrived!" one of the black-clad guards announced from the front.The president's son was dressed in white amidst the black-suited men. Everyone was surprised to see him. Tiana's mother was incredulous, thinking, ‘The president's son came to my daughter's wedding. Could it be that one of the men she dated was him?’Whispers filled the room, and cameras started clicking. This was the country's president's son, after all!Mr. Sanderson, being the father of the day, went forward to welcome the young man. Sultan, on his own part, was dusting off his shirt when he heard someone call, "Emmett." He looked up.
Sultan sat in the back of Sullivan's luxurious car, the cityscape blurring past the tinted windows. Sullivan's driver navigated the bustling streets with ease, heading toward a quiet, upscale district. The invitation to discuss a potential collaboration had come as a surprise, but Sultan still took it in, determined to make the most of it.Sullivan sat beside Sultan, his expression calm and composed. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice, Young Master Watson.""It's an honor, Sullivan. Please call me Emmett," he replied, trying to match Sullivan's poise.Also, Sullivan didn't look much older than him, and same time, didn't seem younger than him so, Sultan wanted them to address themselves as peers.Sullivan nodded. "Emmett it is, then. Let's get straight to the point. I've been following the work of the Watsons, and I'm impressed with their innovative approach. I believe a partnership between our companies could be mutually beneficial."Sultan raised an eyebrow
Sultan rushed into the Watson estate, his mind fixated on the tarot card like a man possessed. One day of neglect had almost sent everything haywire. The card was probably rolling its eyes at him, if it had one thinking, this guy is really perfect for the fool role!As Sultan hurried inside, Mr. and Mrs. Watson called out to him from the waiting room, their voices filled with concern. “Emmett! Emmett!” they chimed, like a pair of anxious parents wondering if their child had finally gone off the deep end, seeing him sprint like that.Sultan waved his hand dismissively, not stopping as he hastened to his room, clearly on a mission to hug his luck!Once inside, Sultan immediately spotted the tarot card next to a strange file on his bed, like a beacon of hope in a sea of chaos. He peered at the file. The heading on the file read 'Joe Armstrong.' He sighed with relief, grateful that Lugard had come through with the goods. The guy was just so efficient in his work.“Good job, Lugard,” he
In the midst of a haunted, abandoned industrial site, the eerie silence was broken only by the faint hum of a single dim light struggling to pierce through the darkness.The shadows loomed large, casting unsettling figures on the rusted walls.Amidst this oppressive gloom, three men could be seen. One sat regally on a throne-like chair, shrouded in darkness and mystery, a mask obscuring his face.Another stood before him, head bowed in submission, while the third man loomed behind the seated figure, silent and watchful.The masked man spoke, his voice a low, commanding rumble, "So, Matthew, you are going to be my guise. You have already sealed the deal to work with me, so you know that you do not belong to yourself. As long as you work with me, you belong to me."The man standing in front, eyes fixed on the ground, responded with unwavering devotion, "Forever, Lord, I work for you, and I am for you. As long as we work together."The masked figure leaned forward slightly, a hint of sat
Reaching into his pocket, he brought out the tarot card, the Fool card that had been his constant companion in these strange times.With a deep breath, he tossed the tarot card into the air. It spun gracefully, catching the light, and then, as usual, it transformed into a swirling vortex. The vortex expanded, pulling at the air around it, and Sultan felt its familiar tug. He didn't resist. The vortex enveloped him, and he was sucked into its depths, the world around him blurring and fading away.“Uhh,” Sultan sighed as he stood in the Major Arcana World, the surreal landscape stretching out before him. He found himself in a familiar place, with a shimmering pool of water right in front of him, its surface reflecting the shifting colors of the sky. It was the Major Arcana Pool.Yeah, this is Major Arcana, a place that defies all logic.Beside him was a cloud like garden, an ethereal grove filled with floating, wispy plants that moved as if alive. Sultan grabbed the tarot card from
A figure sat at the desk in the study, flipping through a book with a calm demeanor. Lugard stood by the window, his expression unreadable. "Lugard," the figure began, not looking up from his book, "do you think Sultan Armstrong suspects anything?" Lugard turned from the window, his face grim. "He’s been suspicious for a while now. The file I left for him is a catalyst. He’s going to have questions when he returns and sees it." The figure nodded, finally closing the book and setting it aside. "It is necessary. He needs to see the information for himself. It’s the only way to push him in the right direction." Lugard crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. "But you know how volatile he can be. If he thinks I'm trying to deceive him, it could backfire and it might affect you, us all." The figure leaned back in the chair, his fingers steepled. "That’s a risk I’m willing to take. Sultan needs to understand the gravity of the situation. And if he doesn’t trust this process, we’re all in
Sultan stood, stunned, as the eerie reflection in the water faded away. His heart pounded in his chest, the echo of the mantra still ringing in his ears. The surreal encounter left him disoriented, and he barely registered the presence behind him until he turned around.There, standing with an air of ancient wisdom and foreboding power, was the Hermit. Sultan’s initial shock melted into relief."Oh my God, I am so happy you are here," Sultan exclaimed, taking a step forward. But before he could say more, the Hermit raised his hand, and a cloud of dust swirled up, enveloping Sultan’s face."What the—" Sultan sputtered, coughing as the dust settled on his skin. Suddenly, the dust transformed into a swarm of insects, buzzing and writhing in the air around him. Sultan’s eyes widened in horror as the swarm split into two, flowing past him on either side.As the insects parted, Sultan noticed a dark mist in the distance, swirling menacingly. The Hermit's face was a visage of bone and sa