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The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge) NOT FULFILED
"Your coat, boss," Madrigal said, hanging it inside the car after collecting it from one of Andallio's masked men. "Thank you—weirdo," Madrigal commented in a lower tone, but Brandon could hear him clearly. "Ha-aha why did you call them weird?" Brandon asked entering the car. "The masks seem shady to me; what’s that scent on your coat?"Brandon unhooked his coat and sniffed the scent. "Oh—it must be Herveaux; he hugged me out of, I don’t know, uncontrollable emotion. Drive me home," he responded, hanging the coat and planting himself on the seat, leaving out a stressed exhaust sigh as he waited for Madrigal to get the car moving. "Hey man, what’s wrong? Hit the brakes, let’s move." Brandon tapped him and moved closer. He saw Esmeralda and Hailey whipping in each other's ears, and Esmeralda was coming in their direction."You came this far; will you be okay?" Brandon whispered into his ears as he stood still, holding the car's steering wheel. "I should be; why is she coming here?
The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge) MOTHER IN-LAW
HAILEY’S APARTMENT. Douxed up in a bath suit and her hair tied up in a petty twooel, Hailey took her cellphone, which has been ringing for hours, from her purse. "He’s still sleeping?" She patted Jordan on his legs. She turned on her phone, and it was bombarded with messages about Ramirez’s unbelievably steep rise to the top. They boosted the market and now have the top share. "That spoilt brat didn't tell me anything; how on earth can a meeting in one night do this?" Hailey uttered a thought out loud, not ignoring the fact that she was outright surprised. "Who’ll believe I was there when this happened?" Hailey groaned. "I feel like it has something to do with Bradon; I need to get out on time." She left the bathroom and rubbed some cream on her body. "Arrhh," Jordan Vera-Dona yaened. Getting out of the sofa where he slept last night"That’s too much of a yawn for a man who used to be a cop," she blurted, playfully massaging her legs seductively. Jordan Vera-Dona knelt before
The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge) FALL BACK.
AT THE OFFICE FALL BACK. "What!" The whole crowd began chattering, bringing out their phones, and asking each other questions on the table. Hailey laughed wickedly in her head as she saw all of them immersed in confusion. "Good, that is what I want—you all to be caught unaware!" she muttered lowly. "Boss, did you hear her? What’s going on?" Madrigal asked Brandon mockingly, and it stopped when he saw his face brimming with anger. Brandon stormed out of the board room, with Madrigal and Marcellus catching up to him. "She enjoyed every bit of it? How didn't we see this coming?" Brandon roared, flaring up. "It might be a lie; we can’t trust that woman; we should talk to Esmeralda herself," Marcellus suggested innocently, but was welcomed by a vile, uncanny expression that made him think otherwise. "Maybe we shouldn't," he mused. Brandon and Madrigal had just finished celebrating their limitless success and smooth ride in their revenge plan, and then Hailey and Esmeralda happened
The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge) CLOSE ENEMY.
"Thank God he’s gone," Esmeralda breathed. Reversing the car back to the route she was going to take before he offered to drive her there. "Wait for me, Vanessa," she muttered, selecting a cool song on her playlist. She noticed a car following her in the mirror, and she stopped suddenly. He car zoomed off without waiting before she resumed her. "Brandon, you’ll never change!" she snarled. She pulled over at a restaurant in an enclosed and serene area. "Vanessa Silverrio," she mentioned to the waitress at the restaurant so she could get the table they reserved. Vanessa had told her she was waiting for her there, but she was nowhere in view. "Come with me, ma’am. He asked me to bring you here; you must be Esmeralda." The waitress asked courteously, confusing Esmeralda. "Wait—which man? I am here for a woman and not a man; what’s going on here?" Esmeralda alarmed. Hugging her bag more closely to her thighs. "The man said you would come to ask for Lady; she sent him—he’s over
The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge) THE NOTE
~Life hasn’t been the same as I have been fighting for a while now.~I got the courage last night; at least I didn’t die a failure.~It’s too hard, and I am tired."This is perfect, boss," Andallio’s aide praised him. After examining the text and cleaning Andallio’s fingerprints from the cellphone, he hid it under his bed. To create the intuition that it slipped off his hands after he passed out. "The police will soon be here—who should we blame for leaking it online?"Andallio mounted on the bed. Peering into Herveaux’s cold body, which was covered from head to toe, "You should have just stayed back without interfering," he muttered."Get a maid; one of you should admit it; I shouldn’t be teaching you your job; get out!" He trolled, whizzing off the curtains in his way.He went back to the terrace with a teary eye, punching the rails and kicking them aggressively. "There’s no going back; I have come too far," he threshed, sweeping the droplets out of his eyes as the cops entered the
The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge) NOT THE MURDERER
ARTURO."The last time I came here, hmmm—" he streched his head out of the car, breathing in the air in front of the glass house before driving in. "It smells like chaos in there; no more regulars," he muzzled as he got down. "Sorry, sir, you can’t go in; our boss has assigned visitors." The men at the gate stopped him. "I hate these guys so much—hmm, go tell him I am here." His face coiled as he mustered his courage to subdue his embarrassment. "Wait here, sir," they ordered him as they sent a message. Arturo felt really disappointed that they treated him that way. Don Soriano had never accepted, but it never got this far. The humiliation was one thing he promised never to accept again from anyone, no matter what."You can go in, boo—he said they are on the terrace." The man returned, ushering him up to the terrace. "And why are you following me?" he asked warily. " Just work with me, sir," the man responded. " FU**!" Arturo smirked, shaking his head. He got to the terrace, w
The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge) PASTA
JORDAN. No one was around in the bungalow where Hailey resided with Jordan. He left Gold Inc. Prime and came back after dropping her off with her orders. "Hailey—Hailey," he arced, smoothening his beards as he went through her things carefully. "You’re smart; there are no traces left, and you still don’t trust me," he uttered, running his hands through all her files. "So smart, she almost got a hunch of the recorder I planted on my jacket," Jordan laughed, taking it off and hanging it inside her wardrobe. He dipped his hand inside his pocket and brought out the smart little recorder."Should I say she was careful? Or just lucky?" Jordan muzzled after listening for a couple of minutes, and she had no vital conversation.Manila—white coaster busHe paused and listened again. "Manila? And she probably saw a white coaster bus?" Jordan stood up, raking his brain. "I just need more time to get this blown," he mustered courageously. He heard the car honk, and he rushed to keep things
The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge) GUN TO MY HEAD.
AT THE MANSION. "I’ll not get anything from them." Brandon sighed, leaving the glass house. "I don’t think you were planning on getting any boss; you just wanted to push them." Madrigal responded at the back of the car."When did you return?" Brandon asked him surprisedly to meet him, already waiting for him inside the car. He didn’t know he had returned after following Esmeralda. "Not too long, Torillio was there, and I guess Vanessa too; they’re hiding something," Madrigal responded. Brandon rubbed his palms on his face depressingly. He had too much on his plate as he got to solve one problem, then another resurfaced."I won’t let this let us down; we should go somewhere before going home," Brandon replied, driving by himself instead of Madrigal. Herveaux’s sudden suicide was immersed in his thoughts. "The bruises and olvido had a point; uncle Herveaux does calligraphy, and I believe his suicide note would be written, pen to paper," he thought out loud. "But who do you think
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