Late in the evening, Jack came out to his usual relaxing spot to receive some fresh air. He was looking at the beauty of New York from the top view, where he sat with a glass of wine as he helped himself from the bottle of wine placed on a table.In no time, Blade joined him. He was quite certain Jack would be at no other place than his usual relaxing spot after Jack returned from work, and tomorrow would be the weekend, which means that Jack won't be going to work the next day.“Oh, you are here? I thought as much,” Blade said immediately, spotting Jack as he approached close.“Good evening, Blade,” Jack said after he swallowed a gulp of the wine and took his cup down to the table.“Good evening, Boss.”“How are you?” Jack asked.“I am good. Thank you. How was work today?”“Very well. Thanks, man.”“That's fine,” Blade responded as soon as he had a seat, just beside Jack.“What's the update so far on Richard?“Nothing much more than that; he will be going to court on Monday, which is
Jack got dressed in a pair of Louis Vuitton shoes designed by the company for him, and then in footwear from Prada.Blade had tried to talk him into wearing some designed outfit from these companies, stating to him that one’s outfit goes a long way to speaking for them even before they talk. In Blade’s words, “you must not always dress simple; sometimes dress to kill because you are addressed the way you are dressed.”Jack drove off from his mission and headed to Jasmine’s house with his tinted window Royce Rolls, just at noon.On getting there and trying to pack his car at the garage, he noticed Jasmine alighting from her car after she carefully parked. Jasmine’s mom—Mrs. Winifred—was with Jasmine in the car, but Jack didn't notice her at first because of the parking space arrangement.Mrs. Winifred only admired the car as it drove in while Jasmine was about to pack her car and said to her daughter, “This is the kind of car my son will buy for me now that he is the senator, or if his
“Sorry, I was a bit late,” Nick apologized to them as soon as he got out of the car. “I hope I didn't keep you guys waiting.”“It's fine, man. We got here not quite long, so you got here right on time,” Jack confirmed, checking the time on his wristwatch. “This is just 9 minutes after 1, so it's still fine.”Jasmine had already collected the house keys from Mrs. Winifred, who was with the keys, and opened the doors.Once everyone got in and made themselves comfortable in a seat, Nick was the first to speak. He was quite convinced that what must have played out when Jack saw their mom was likely not to be too friendly. Even though he didn't smell any form of such when he got back, he was convinced in his heart.Nick wouldn't want his mom to be the one to come between himself and Jack, so he wouldn't spare a minute to apologize to Jack.He couldn't even ask anyone there because it would be informal to do it when Jack was still there, so he simply went straight to the point. “Jack, I ap
“You mean the young man owns that car?” Mrs. Winifred didn't hesitate a moment to ask them—Nick and Jasmine—immediately. They got back after seeing Jack off.“Mum, I am sure you have harbored this question for the longest time, but please…”Mrs. Winifred cut Jasmine off immediately. “I don't know the exact amount of the car, but I know that it's one of the most expensive cars in the world now. I watch the news, and I get updated, even though not as often as you guys.” She continued to express how surprised she was; she couldn't even hide it.“I was almost tempted to tell Jack about what you told me about Richard, but I knew that would only make him feel himself. After all, the person I practically used to rub against his face deals in hard drugs,” Mrs. Winifred added.She was so flabbergasted because what she had thought was a poor man turned out to be a very wealthy man in disguise. She was convinced that no poor man would drive such an exquisite car, not even on rent.“It's better y
Mr. Moe got back from his wife’s place; it is safe to call her his wife, as they have agreed to get back together as a couple. Ms. Nelly gave him her word that she would come back to the house soon.Mr. Moe let her know that he still loved her so much, and that was why he suggested she come back to the back.At first, for some reason, she was reluctant, but after some time, she accepted, but on the condition that she would love to visit her house from time to time. No one was staying in it, and she wasn't willing to sell the house either.Her conditions were fine with Mr. Moe; it didn't seem to be a problem as long as Nelly had accepted to go by his will.Jasper didn't go with Mr. Moe, as the former claimed he was busy with the findings of getting to know who was behind Richard’s arrest. So Mr. Moe went with just one of his drivers.Mr. Moe was a wealthy man who had every material thing he wanted at his disposal.Think of cars; he has flashes of them. He dispenses a lot by the day wi
In the bustling courtroom, Richard Alex stood at the defendant’s table at the center of a legal court. His heart was pounding like a drum in his chest as he felt the suffocating weight of guilt and uncertainty bearing down on him.He hasn't gotten any updates from his dad lately, as he was denied access. Again, he could also see the same woman he had never approved to be his dad’s wife, as the judge.But Mr. Moe was well convinced that everything would go as planned, and he tried to maintain a steady, unfazed look.Jack, on his end, couldn't wait for the case to come to an end so that Richard would be jailed.The prosecutor, Barrister Lucas Joseph, stood tall and imposing, his voice reverberating off the walls as he presented his case.“I present to you Exhibit A,” Barrister Joseph declared, gesturing toward the video screen. “Clear evidence of the defendant's involvement in the illegal trafficking of narcotics.”Richard squirmed at the spot where he stood as the video played, showing
“Richard, you are leaving the country with immediate effect. I think your movement is being monitored by someone; that was why it was a bit easier for the airport director to carry out such a task,” Mr. Moe continued to bellow nonstop. “Can't you see the way it was a bit difficult for the airport director to defend the case as an eyewitness in court when our lawyer questioned him? To the best of my knowledge, he is acting under an influence, but I don't even know who this person is.”“About that, dad. There is something I would like to discuss with you on that,” Richard said.“What is that, my son?”“Did you notice any young man who kept grinning from ear to ear while the case just began, as he thought I would lose the case as expected with the level of evidence they got?”Having no clue what his son wanted to say, Mr. Moe only wanted to continue what he was discussing with him. To him, he felt Richard was interrupting him. “My dear, I didn't take note of anyone in particular; my maj
At the same interval, Jack stepped into his mansion after he parked his car in the garage. His face wore a heavy frown, with his brow furrowed in deep thought and his lips pressed into a tight line.He didn't get to the house straight from the court. He had gone to play some tennis, even in the sweltering heat, just to know if he could cool his already tense nerves down. But that didn't work out as the tension in him remained unmoved, so he decided to head home, although Blade had been calling him, and he had refused to pick up his call.“Young master, what is wrong?” Blade inquired as his boss looked troubled the moment he saw him. “I hope you are fine.” Concern was evident in his voice as he stood not far from Jack, in the living room.Jack simply ignored him and made his way to his room, his footsteps heavy with frustration and disappointment. Blade had to trail him from behind, determined to get some answers.As soon as they got to the room, Blade couldn't hold back any longer. “Y