Move, the officer commanded Maxwell as they got into the station. "Make sure he doesn't leave here. He must not be granted bail until I say so." Mr. Bash said to the officers: Sabastian stuck out his tongue as they took Maxwell into the detention room.He seemed calm without saying a word, but immediately the bash left. Zander appeared in front of the police station.The officers at the gate bowed their greetings."You took something that belongs to me, and I am here to get it." Zander said. He walked past them and went straight to the sheriff's office."Ah! Mr. Wilmore, good day. Nice to have you here today.""Thank you". Zander said with a frown arched on his brows. I was told you have my boy under custody." Zander asked."Maxwell, the young man they just brought here about an hour ago?"Yes, he's my son, and no one must hear or know about his identity." Zander warned."Yes boss. I am so sorry. I didn’t know the boy was your son. I wouldn't have placed the arrest on him." He said i
Athena got back into the house, and then she recalled that he said something about leaving her stuff in the house. Her mother was sitting on the couch, stamping her feet on the ground, when she got into the living room. "Good riddance," Veronica said, and she got up to continue her work in the kitchen. Athena didn't bother to look at her; she was focused on checking out what Maxwell had left for her. She rushed up the stairs and pushed on his door. Her eyes broadened in shock. Maxwell had carefully laid everything she got him on the bed without picking a pin. She doesn't know what he means by this. "Does this mean he wasn't ever going to come back into my life?" She questioned herself. Then she looked at the ring in her hand. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She climbed up the bed and pulled the clothes to her chest, sniffing them a bit.She began to cry until she fell asleep.Meanwhile, after walking a good distance, Maxwell called Mirabela to come pick him up. It wasn't about fifteen
"We should get going then.". "Sure". He grabbed his card and followed her downstairs."Maxwell, you just got here. What are you up to?" Grandpa asked. He knows the love Mirabella had for her cousin was something else. She had always told Grandpa that she would spoil him with gifts and stuff if he ever got to find him. And now that she sees that her cousin is really fine, she will not stop showing him off."Wait for when we finally get to reveal him to the world," she teased her grandpa. She pressed a kiss on his cheek three times and ran out of the door."Here you go; I'm tired of being your chauffeur," she said, throwing the keys at Maxwell."I'm going to crash it."."No, you won't. I'm tired," she told him, slumping heavily into the front seat. Maxwell looked at her and then at the keys for a while before joining her inside."You know you could get a nice haircut too.". "All that, just because I want to sit a bit with Vickie?" Maxwell asked in surprise as he started the car."Yes,
Maxwell was sitting with Mirabella at home after the close of work. Grandpa had just left them to have some rest upstairs, as usual. The duo were busy on the field with their little cousin picking on the mat when Maxwell's phone began to buzz. “I will beat you off this chess game, Mirabella gave Maxwell a promise.You can't. I am good when it comes to chess, and I plan on going to international competitions with it. My phone…” Maxwell replied, searching for his phone, where he threw it. He was so busy that he didn't notice the phone had fallen off the mat and was now resting on the grass underneath the mat. He pulled it out and checked on the caller. “Why is Vickie calling me again? I thought I made it clear the last time,” he murmured. Mirabella winked at him, and he began to blush.“Please hold on." He said it with a finger pointed out. He swiped the phone and placed it on his ear.“Yes, what do you want?”.“I'm dying, Maxwell. Please come to Huggies Cafe; I don't know what I ate.
Maxwell and Mirabella had just gotten home. They had planned to sort things out by themselves with the police so it wouldn't escalate to the public, but just when they got into the house, Grandpa cautioned them, holding his phone in his hand.“What in the heavens name is happening, Maxwell? What is this rubbish I see online?” Grandpa asked casually. “I can explain." Maxwell said, but as he wanted to speak, Mirabella jumped in and blamed the whole incident on herself. “I caused it, grandpa. He didn't want to go there, but the lady told me that she was dying, so I asked him to go. See, we have our evidence against them.”. Maxwell turned to face her in shock."Yes, I have my evidence. There's a small chip on your wristwatch. I know you didn't notice it. I kept it there for a reason. I smelled something was wrong, and when you told me Vickie was not a clean person, I decided to add that chip to record everything, and I am glad I did. She pulled the chip from his wristwatch and played i
Because of Mrs.Veronica's words, Maxwell turned and left. Athena watched him leave. Her eyes are teary and cold. She knew their relationship had been successfully torn apart. Her mom had never liked Maxwell from the beginning, but for her to go to the extreme of chasing him out of the house is something Athena cannot believe. She wiped her eyes and got back inside while still feeling the humiliation from work earlier in the day. She feels really bad for hitting Maxwell without first finding out what really happened, but it was already too late to regret it, though the guilt was going to linger for a while. When she could no longer make out his image, she walked into the house.Maxwell walked a long distance, angry and fuming, until it was dark enough for him to trace John to his little guest house. For weeks, Maxwell traced him when they had the issue at school, but he decided to refrain from his plan when he met his grandfather. He flagged down a taxi and went straight for the Blue
Vickie couldn't stand the message Maxwell had just given her. After he left, she hurriedly got a change of clothes and headed to John's guest house. When she got outside her apartment, she flagged a taxi and hopped in. Her entire body shook vehemently as she approached the venue. She hoped it was just some sort of Photoshop, but if it was real, then she was in really big trouble. John's father is the governor, and he would fish her out as one of the culprits for his son's misfortune. She panicked and bit her lower lip in regret. But it's too late for all that show of remorse. For the years she spent with Maxwell, she knows he doesn't go back on his words. And if he had shown her what he had done, then that was it. The moment the taxi got into a traffic jam a few blocks from the Blue Club, she tapped the driver from behind. The man stopped abruptly. She threw the cash at him, ran out, and jogged off the remaining distance. It was 8pm, as she checked her wrist watch. It was a bit la
She managed to put the call through and leave it. “His father is the governor of the state, and he will be here soon,” she told the doctor with pride. The doctor didn't say much to her. He went his way and asked the nurses to get things prepared for the surgery. Vickie sat in the reception for a while and then decided to stretch her legs a bit. A tight cramp in her legs, she sighed slowly relieving the hurt as she could barely feel her feet on the ground. She got out of the entrance, and then, just as she was about to take a left turn towards the back yard, she heard the blaring sirens coming from the approaching vehicles. Her heart pumped loudly into her eyes. She paused and turned, her eyes widening. She saw the patrol coming in from the front gate. She ran back inside as fast as possible, smiled at the nurse at the front station, and comported herself. His excellency is here," she informed the nurse with a fake smile on her face. Through her eyes, the nurse could see the fear