"Stop it, Mother. Why do you have to lash out your anger by burning his cloth?" Natalie's voice was heard from the backyard, she got her hand intertwined with that of her stepmother dragging. Dylan unspecific about what is happening cleared his eyes and got closer to the two women. "Mother is that my shirt?" Dylan's eyes fly shot to the shirt that Debbie was fisting her hand around. "Yes, it is, you dare question me?" Debbie splashes at Dylan. She was like an inferno, the incident at Cappadocia made her heart boil more and more. Debbie let out a sigh and then held Natalie's hand harder. Natalie winced from the pain of her stepmother's hand pressing against hers. "Dylan you son of a bitch." When Natalie saw Dylan she angrily shouts. "You're always on my nerves in one way or the other must agree to Weiss." Dylan was frustrated by her action he knew that he was the reason Natalie had to spend a hefty bag of money in Capadoccia Culinary, but it was not because of her, but his moth
When everything was sure Dylan huffed. Then closing his space, Wayne slowly turns around. "What? Do you think you can divide the peace of this house, Dylan? Wayne don't stoop so low to the level of an ordinary bodyguard." "What?" Wayne pretending to be shocked by what her mother just said let out a shock blinking her eyes. "I'd true isn't it the fact that you don't want to be alone in this shit." Dylan was not only gobsmacked by everything. This is insane. "Mother, why don't we talk inside, something more pressing came up." Faranxis rushed to pull her mother by the elbow. Wayne with a satisfied smirk turned to go fave Dylan. "Just how much?" "Well enough to get your bad mouth off my back," Dylan replied coldly. Wayne smirked. "Whos the loser here?" Wayne said with pride. "Newsflash no one would ever choose and outside over what we have as a family." Wayne was still trembling her confidence was overridden by the fact that Dylan figured it out. D
There and there Dylan noticed something unique he quickly puffed his eyes pretending not to have the sight of it. Natalie had never been thus sweet, enough though her honey side is admirable, Dylan wants to be done and not used again as the pitchfork for her show. Then there was this sideburns as if he cared about anything that is going on. Natalie sighed. Pulling away from Dylan her feature earlier were not from her heart as if she cited enough to get close to the husband Dylan pulled away too, he was more than uncomfortable that stunk hard before her eyes. "Humph, what are you doing standing there like a rock." Natalie rolled her eyes d if she's seen something disgusting. "This is getting quite boring as fuck." Ric said stitching into the chair. This was more of him using mocking styles to be against his mother, after all she did, Dylan still got to stay with them in the same mansion. Natalie smiled, at her mother as they walked out, after she was done with
Good things happening around us is only a reflection of what we upload it. As the bright light of the house illuminates the party, Francis walked straight up as if having his dance partner in mind he stretches out his hand for Sarah. "A dance with you might be one of the greatest things to happen to me tonight," Francis muttered in a low mushy voice. Sarah blushed slouching her hand to her cheek not to be obvious. Then she placed it into Francis's palm. Most ultimately Natalie has been having a hard time, this is the fifth if not the tenth glass of dry gin she's had from the counter in a row. She glimpse up to see every of the patriarch gathered around Dylan like a poker they were so busy tossing him around. All this placed him in the circle of a tight spot not was his wife helping matters but he didn't expect her to. Wayne shot Dylan a sinister smile mockingly she blurted. He was then pulled away. "Were you not the one that borrowed money from us." D
The loan sharks exchanged a glance at each other. This was way beyond what they thought they would get Dylan but smiled at him like they had seen a messiah and then Dylan showed no compromise. The deal is settled instead of nagging him around it's better they fight each other while he feel pleasure from it“Young master Dylan,who would think that you’re rich after seeing this I can’t help but apologize for our unbashingvattitide.”“Be well to carry out the deal as if your lives depend on it , if I figure out that you’ve failed I might record the fact that I know everything and what that I have on you.”“No way we can’t fail, we’re born for this.” The loan sharks yelled almost in unison Dylan nod his head in a slow wayFrancis will get served now by the fire he set ablaze, he sighed“Then sign this discretion agreement.” Dylan says.They were shocked again, Dylan knew how dubious loan sharks could be, he’s lived his life in the street and have seen the manners of how they behave, it wa
"What nonsense!" The old man was too impatient that his reaction made Mrs Debbie squirm. "Mr Dorogo you're overreacting," Debbie said in a gentle but condescending way. Dylan knew that Mr Dorogo was boiling furiously at the woman and will do everything within his power to remind her of her position. "You not thinking of insulting me by inviting yourself out here without my permission and doing as you like." The atmosphere became unbearable for Debbie as her blue eyes were born deep into Mr Dorogo eyes grey eyes. But then the man removed her hands from him and yelled at him. "I thought we are all humans I didn't know you were belittling this young man and expecting me to help you." Mr Dorogo took a deep breath Dylan was his son and if he was to react to the Bush he would turn this situation into a scandal. His assistant Mr Turner took the head of this incident as the shout intensifies from the side. "Mother we should go I don't think we're welcomed here." Dylan placed his hand
Mr Dorogo raised his hand in the air, he signalled Mr Turner to give him and Dylan a minute together. "What do you say? I wanted to react to her ignorance and exuberance yesterday." Mr Dorogo said to Dylan stretching his leg under the table and hitting the chair insisting that Dylan join him by coming closer and not sitting on the couch. "Do you want to sit here or stand beside me?" Mr Dorogo motioned, his attention fixed on the MacBook in front of him. "I'm okay here." Dylan quickly said. "I want you closer." The old man was far-sighted. "I want to show you the new universe I'm building," he mumbled. Dylan quirk a smile and then rose to his feet, he dragged closer to Mr Dorogo. The old man figured that Dylan wanted this, if not for the fact that he's already their son-in-law he would not have made things easier for them but then he realized this was Dylan to take on not his. Dylan can play dumb too, he nods not sure of what he would say. Mr Dorogo
As the man drove closer and Mr Turner whispered away, Dylan looked at the Chinese flower vase in the corner with growing suspicion. "The Fuch can be any of the patriarchs." Mr Turner reminds Dylan with a deep breath. Dylan looked again at this eminent gaze glittering with an earthy hunger. "I will see what I can do Mr Turner, this is far more encouraging than I thought." Dylan traced a raindrop with his eyes as it turned across the glass. Dylan looked up when Mr Turner didn’t say anything, and saw the shadows that had turned his gaze turbulent in an unexpected reflection of the storm. “What is it? What am I not seeing?” Because of that look in his eyes. Dylan's shoulder was suffered at the mention of leaven as the Fuch when he passed by the office. "There is something I have to lay my hands on at home," Dylan said to the secretary trying to relax. "When Mr Dorogo is through with his session, tell him that I have gone." "Yes, I will do as you said young master." The
Natalie shrugs her shoulder and falls into the sofa with a concerned look covering her face. Her features were cowering out."Please don't tell me we're going to live in the street as bummers." Wayne clicked her tongue.Ric sat on the sofa his ankle crossing his knees and his finger tapping his chin at the most unpredictable event in their life."We should at least appeal," Francis suggests dropping the file on the desk and stepping towards Mrs Debbie.Mrs Debbie had her hand wrapped around her chin with an unusual look."What kind of appeal do you suggest?" Ric said adjusting himself in the seat and setting his heart to Dylan mouthing. "Getting rid of the useless son-in-law, what is the need of keeping a vegetable."Dylan looked Ric up with a smirk. "What is with the sneer, keep your head down.""All of you shut up!" Mr Bush clasped his hand on the table adjoining every.Dylan looked at the floor so that they didn't notice him, he hide the fact that he is lying about his whereabouts
Mr Bush check in with a receptionist three minutes before the appointment time and try not to let the last-minute arrival bother him.Mrs Debbie is already anxious and impatient It is overshadowed by the fact that Dylan was not there and she tries his cell again, but gets only voice mail."That bumper had swayed us." Mrs Debbie sounded mean.The secretary that came their way has a flat chest and acne scars pitting her cheeks and jowls, the sort of woman who has become mean just to survive."Please, come inside, we're sorry for keeping you out." She was too nice that she got a red cheek from Mrs Debbie.Dylan's eyes rammed through the crowd, he checked his wrist, now that everyone was busy meeting their class it seems an opportunity for him to sneak out."I thought we would meet today at the bar." Mr Turner trudged Dylan's shoulder.Dylan turns to face him with a sly look. "Let's have a drink, Mr Turner." Dylan ignored every line of words said by the man.Mr Turner turns to the side. "
Mr Turner's gaze locked on the thick wall that was illuminated by the light from the street he then turn to Dlyan wondering whether that sound is coming from him. ''are you sure of what you're saying?"Dylan gave a quick nod to what the man asked. He couldn't be any surer than he was at the moment, he was bathed and humiliated then tossed at like he didn't matter. He stepped forward. "I was not having moustache around youth when I mattered it."Mr Tuner finding sass in Dylan's sentence chuckled lightly. "You might need to get your feather to believe that, he thinks you have outgrown the air on your face and won't let you anywhere close to being the head of his conglomerate." Dylan stepped back, rubbing his hand slightly on Mr Turner's shoulder. "I will take care of this."The assured answer made the man raise his shoulder as he stepped up to the back of his steering wheel and revved the car. Dylan was now quiet on the only walk along the street of Melbourne, Melbourne was quite fast
Mr Turner's gaze locked on the thick wall that was illuminated by the light from the street he then turn to Dlyan wondering whether that sound is coming from him. ''are you sure of what you're saying?"Dylan gave a quick nod to what the man asked. He couldn't be any surer than he was at the moment, he was bathed and humiliated then tossed at like he didn't matter. He stepped forward. "I was not having moustache around youth when I mattered it."Mr Tuner finding sass in Dylan's sentence chuckled lightly. "You might need to get your feather to believe that, he thinks you have outgrown the air on your face and won't let you anywhere close to being the head of his conglomerate." Dylan stepped back, rubbing his hand slightly on Mr Turner's shoulder. "I will take care of this."The assured answer made the man raise his shoulder as he stepped up to the back of his steering wheel and revved the car. Dylan was now quiet on the only walk along the street of Melbourne, Melbourne was quite fast
Mr Bush check in with a receptionist three minutes before the appointment time and try not to let the last-minute arrival bother him.Mrs Debbie is already anxious and impatient It is overshadowed by the fact that Dylan was not there and she tries his cell again, but gets only voice mail."That bumper had swayed us." Mrs Debbie sounded mean.The secretary that came their way has a flat chest and acne scars pitting her cheeks and jowls, the sort of woman who has become mean just to survive."Please, come inside, we're sorry for keeping you out." She was too nice that she got a red cheek from Mrs Debbie.Dylan's eyes rammed through the crowd, he checked his wrist, now that everyone was busy meeting their class it seems an opportunity for him to sneak out."I thought we would meet today at the bar." Mr Turner trudged Dylan's shoulder.Dylan turns to face him with a sly look. "Let's have a drink, Mr Turner." Dylan ignored every line of words said by the man.Mr Turner turns to the side. "
Mr Dorogo picked one image with his right hand and the other with his left hand as he compared the two images in his hands. He gave Mr Turner a quick glance, then he paused his lips and nods."If we want to land the new Stone City project we would need to meet face-to-face with the new mayor." He dropped one card and picked another from the table. "When does the nomination period begin?" "The floor leaders of the leading and opposition parties are waiting for your call, sir." Mr Dorogo studies the images while one of his workers announces."Is it not my money they're waiting for?" He licked his lips.The officer couldn't look Mr Dorgo straight in the face."They won't give the project to a different company after getting your money right?" Mr Turner said, entertaining his fingers together and getting into the frame with Nr Dorogo."Do you know why you must be careful when you spend other people's money, Turner?" Mr Dorgo raised his head, stealing a quick glance at the man's profile.
Ric turned to face his mother with a look of oblivion in his eyes. "It's Dylan." He points his finger in his direction.They saw Natalie tucking her hand into his and dragging him out of the mansion onto the pouch, they stood there. His height condescending to Natalie, she gulped scrubbing her hair and pulled it off."Thank you.""For what?" Dylan knowing fully well as she thanked him wanted to be specific. He stepped closer to Natalie. "I did not sign the divorce paper, as you wanted," Dylan said."For saving me!" She evacuated the last word.Dylan chuckled and stepped closer this time they were only breathing apart."There's a tag on your shirt. Don't rush downtime."Natalie with a fluttering heart swat his hand away. "Don't think your call saved me.""Stop being dramatic, you just said I saved you." Dylan had a playful smirk on his face."Your father really cares about you. You should meet him, at least when he's least alone." Dylan edged towards the staircase.Natalie wandered aro
The stretchers were being moved along with the casualties, groans of pain echoing through the villa.Natalie held her hand to her chest. When her phone managed to turn on, she received a notification that said the meeting scheduled for eight o'clock pm had been cancelled due to a security threat."What happened back there?" Mrs Debbie asked curiously as she glanced through the screen."There is a blast and everywhere reads that it's the villa Natalie went to instead of the father," Ric said with concern."Her number is not pushing through either," Francis said chewing down on his finger, he used to do this whenever he was nervous and figured out there is a serious situation."Does that mean Natalie could be dead?" Wayne's voice cuts in, her nails tapping on the staircase rim with her face indifferent."Don't be so stupid who is talking about death here? She can't be dead!" Mrs Debbie yelled shunning Wayne.Wayne rolled her eyes. "It's just a simple meeting and nothing dire and if ever
"It is only a matter of time, you have to let her die as part of your revenge or save her." The old man said to Dylan as he tried to piece the whole situation into one big frame."Why did you say that?" To him meeting the president wasn't something to cause a fuss about, it could be deadly but not for a task that looks fruitless as this. Natalie had gone for two days now and the mansion gate had been locked."I want to know," Dylan said. The man stopped on his heels and stepped towards Dylan."Mr Dorogo will prefer it if you keep your lane as his successor.""I should know why he showed up at Tiffany's launch and created a fuss that night. If I must succeed him these are things that shouldn't be kept a secret." Dylan's piercing gaze was seen through his voice.The man stepped closer, laying his hand on Dylan's chest, the street light illuminating both men as they were close together."I've scored more than I should and my loyalty is questioned. Meet your father and ask him, he will no