Alaric thought deeply about it, and there was only one idea that popped up in his mind. You had to find a way to get Norton's number. Maybe Sasha's phone would have Norton's number. "Young master, what do we do now?" Steve asked him, noticing the weird expression on Alaric's face. He wasn't stable, and his mind was flooded with so many thoughts. "I don't know. I only know that she has a boyfriend named Norton, and I don't know how to reach out to him," he said. "Norton? That sounds like the name of Mr. Jefferson's second son. Is he the son of Mr. Jefferson whom you are meeting within two days?" Steve asked Alaric. Alaric didn't want to expose the whole truth, but it seems like the truth would come to light sooner or later. This was a very tough situation, and anything could go wrong if he didn't do anything about it. "I think I know the way," Alaric said, turning to look at Steve. "Steve, go outside and meet with the guards. Make sure that they do not come here. I want to go se
A sigh escaped Alaric as they drove off the hospital and traveled down straight to his family Villa. He didn't want to leave Sasha alone, but he had no choice but to do it. If anyone recognized his face and saw him with this massive escort, then they would begin suspecting. His identity shouldn't be revealed yet. He stepped out of the car as the car halted in front of the villa, and several others piled behind it. "Young master, don't worry. I will make sure that Miss Sasha is alright. Nothing will happen to her," Steve said, as Alaric stepped out of the car. Alaric ignored him and stepped straight into the Villa. He wasn't feeling pleased with himself, and he was tense by what happened. If Sasha died, then he wouldn't forgive himself. He stepped into the elevator and turned to Steve. "Is my mother home yet?" He asked Steve, who nodded. "Yes, young master. I got word that the madam has returned home," he replied. Alaric sighed. "Alright," he replied. "Press the button to th
"What do you mean son? What are you trying to tell us?" Mrs. Wright asked, so keen on what he was about to say. "I'm sure you are aware of the poor life I used to live. I was derogated and insulted because of it, and I missed so many opportunities because I was considered weak among the people who surrounded me." "Did they treat you badly? You can talk to me about it. I will make sure to find them and their families and speak to them," Mrs Wright suggested. "No Mom. That is not what I want to happen. I don't want you to do anything to them. I just want them to realize that they have made a mistake, and I'm sure they will do that by themselves. I know that they will definitely turn from their bad ways and do good." "How sure are you about that, Alaric? I don't want you to feel bad because of the people who made your life difficult in the past." "There is no need for it, Mom. I will have to do everything my way. I'm sure that they will change for good," Alaric said. "Why are you su
"I believe in you, son. I know that whatever you want to do has a reason for it, and I know that you wouldn't do anything wrong," Mrs. Wright said, smiling at Alaric. He nodded and smiled in a retort. "Thanks for having faith in and trusting me Mom. I will never forget what you have done for me. This family changed my life and you showered me with love. I will never regret coming into this family." "It's also a good thing for us that we have you in our lives, son. I'm sure that you will be the one to uphold our reputation in high regard I have strong faith and confidence in you," she said. Alaric nodded, and they talked about a few more things. " Anyways, did you meet with the members of the Board today?" His mother suddenly asked. "Yes," he said and nodded. His eyes darted to the outside. "I met with them. They were very kind people and they had very great reputations as you had told me. Also, I didn't face any problems and I was able to catch up quickly. There was no commotio
Alaric stepped out of the elevator. His eyes were fixated on the bright chandeliers hanging on the ceiling. For some reason, he wasn't used to it. He still wondered how everything could change so quickly. Steve walked behind him. He turned to Steve. "The Villa I purchased, is it ready for occupancy?" He asked. Steve shook his head. "No, Young Master. Unfortunately, you will have to wait a little more time. It usually takes three to five days for a purchased apartment to be vacant for occupancy. The house you purchased is still undergoing some final touches. It should be ready in a few days, and it shouldn't be a problem afterward. Forgive me, young master." "Oh, no problem," he replied. The anticipation of moving into his own personal haven had been building within him for many days. "How about the supercar I purchased? Is it ready?" "No, young master. I have completed the payment as you asked me to, but then, it should take a while before it is ready," Steve said, sighing
"Young Master, we have arrived," Steve informed looking at Alaric who was seated in the back. Alaric's eyes opened to see the bright sunlight, blazing through the car window. The beautiful company stood in elegance, and he was surprised at how large this building was. A smile crossed his lips as he nodded, and Steve stepped out of the car. A guard opened the door for Alaric to come out of the car, and Alaric stepped out. He sighed deeply, understanding the responsibilities he would shoulder. Somehow, he felt like it was a very foreign thing to him. "Is there anything wrong, young master?" Steve asked, noticing the weird action of Alaric. "Nothing is wrong. It just feels like this is something huge that I have not done before. I'm still wondering how I will be able to handle everything," he said, feeling tense. "Don't worry young master. Everything will be just fine. I'm sure you did well yesterday, and I know you will also do a good job today. Your mother, the Madame, will be s
"Sorry if I made everybody wait for so long," Alaric apologized, not sure of what the look on their faces meant. The entire room looked at each other in a way that wasn't so clear to Alaric. One of the men in a suit stood up and walked to Alaric. "Sorry for what, Young Master? There is no need to be sorry, sir," he stated. Alaric looked at him with a befuddled expression on his face. "There isn't a need to be sorry? What do you mean? I came late to the meeting, and it seemed like you guys were exhausted already from waiting for me," he said. "No, young master. That is not the reason why we were looking at you that way. We were only surprised someone came in unexpectedly, nothing else. We are pleased to have you. Right?" He asked, turning at other people in the room. They all nodded, concurring with the statement. "If you guys are not angry, does it mean I came early?" Alaric asked, confused. "There is no need to ask about that, Young Master. It is not something we are to deci
Alaric walked to the lobby where Evelyn was waiting for him. "What was that, Evelyn? I don't understand why you had to leave that abruptly," he said. A tinge of remorse blazed in her eyes, and he couldn't fathom what the situation at hand was. "I'm sorry young master," she said with a faintly dim expression. "I didn't mean to leave like that. It just happened all of a sudden, and I had to leave," she said. "Why did you leave? What happened?" He asked her. "I'm sorry if I made you worry, Young Master. I wasn't comfortable at that time, so I had to leave and come here to wait for you," Evelyn explained. "What made you uncomfortable? Is it because of Lucas? Is he troubling you?" Alaric asked, showing concern on his face. For a while, Evelyn was silent and didn't say a word. "Forget about it, young master. It is just some personal issues. I hope you understand me, please. I just don't like Lucas," she said. Alaric was shocked to hear that. He thought Lucas was a very good pers