“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
“Daddy, I know that I like money, but it's not always about the money. You slapped me, and since then, you act like nothing happened,” Nancy snapped angrily. She was with her dad, Mr. Andrew, who tried to make her see how sorry he was and that he was ready to offer her help.Scott has brought Mr. Andrew to Nancy’s place, and he asked Scott to go back to the house, stating that he would call the former to come to pick him up when he was done. So he wouldn't keep him waiting, as he has insinuated he would spend much time at her daughter’s place, as he knew it's likely to take time to make up with her daughter, Nancy.“I am so sorry about that; you have to forgive me, please. I know I overreacted, but I wasn't in a good mood either. You know I love you, and I won't do anything intentionally to hurt you, my girl,” Mr. Andrew went on to preach to her.“It's fine; I forgive you, but you won't get it this cheap next time because it seems to me you do it intentionally. Remember, this is not t
Jack just got back from work that evening, while Blade was at their usual spot for relaxation, so he sighted Jack first and waved at him to come over.Jack went inside the house first, so as soon as one of the housekeepers met Jack in the sitting room, he took his boss's suit and his briefcase to keep them.He went straight to meet Blade. “Good evening, Blade,” the prior greeted.“Good evening, young master. Not long after I got back, since I knew you would be back soon, I decided to wait for you here. I really had a long day, so I might sleep off before I know if I had gone to my room the moment I got back,” Blade narrated.“It's fine. So how did it go? I hope you were able to get something solid.”“Of course I did. You know, I have been on this for the whole day,” a grim-faced Blade reported."Ok, then, spill it out at once, my dear.”“There are a lot; some seem like twists because it's quite unbelievable. Well, foremost, when I met Barrister Lucas, he told me that he feels Richard’
“Good day, sir,” Jasper greeted Mr. Moe, whom he met at the formal reception room for guests, which can be referred to as the Drawing Room. Mr. Moe was expecting Mr. Andrew, as they would have a brief meeting that very day.“How are you, Jasper? Any news so far?” “Yes, boss, this is Jack's picture,” Jasper said, placing a copy of the picture he had in his hand on the table.“That is alright; you did well." Mr. Moe took the picture, took a glance at it, and involuntarily nodded, then placed it back on the table. “Don't tell me that is all you got in the probing so far,” he asked worriedly. Just the thoughts of this very Jack alone were humiliating to Mr. Moe.“No, sir, there is more. I gave out the picture first because you demanded it. Funny enough, it will interest you that Jack is the heir to Agron Incorporation, although he uses his accounting firm as an edge to keep a low profile. He is the only surviving grandchild of the late Lord Rock, as Jack’s mother is his only daughter.”F