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Chapter Twenty “I don't even have time to waste” Vincent said when he saw that time was not by his side , the invitation says that the party will start by 8pm and it's already 7pm. “ I don't have time to think of the clothes to wear and the mask to wear “ Vincent said to himself and forgot about his wish. Once his bath was complete, he donned his best attire: a slightly worn white shirt and faded black trousers, meticulously pressed and cared for, despite the evidence of time's passing. He smoothed out every crease, taking pride in presenting himself as best he could. Over the years, Vincent had learned that neatness and simplicity could outweigh the extravagance of wealth.As he stood in front of the cracked mirror, he ruffled his unruly hair with his fingers, embracing the untamed look that marked his individuality. Vincent admired the young man staring back at him, seeing determination and dreams sparkle in his eyes. The masquerade party was an event where everyone hid behin
Chapter Twenty One“Don't panic Boss, I'm your stylist and the Quintillion system sent us to give you a makeover and accompany you to the masquerade party in absolute comfort. Please feel at ease” one of the strangers said softly and politely with respect. “What's the worst that can happen ?” Vincent said to himself as he agreed to follow them inside the limousine , it was his first time in a fancy car. He only uses the public bus or the train for transportation and he treks when he is broke. Vincent just kept quiet as the limousine took him to the Armani headquarters store in the country where all the clothes cost about 1 million dollars and above. He had to force himself to close his mouth so that he doesn't gawk too much. “Good evening sir," one of the attendants greeted with a genuine smile. "What kind of outfits will you like to wear?"Vincent hesitated for a moment, feeling unworthy of the luxurious surroundings, but he mustered his courage and replied, "A simple tuxedo for a
Chapter Twenty Two In the heart of the bustling city and in the middle of the night, a masquerade party hall stood tall and elegant. It was an extravagant evening, with the scent of excitement and mystique in the air because everyone was wearing a mask. Outside the hall, two security men stood with a certain air of importance, dressed in sharp black suits with matching bow ties. They gossiped and conversed in hushed tones, their eyes darting to and fro as they observed the guests entering the party. Suddenly, a low murmur rippled through the crowd, signalling the arrival of someone remarkable.A young man, tall and handsome, emerged from a white limousine that seemed to have been plucked straight from a dream. His face, concealed behind a finely crafted diamond mask, lent him an air of intrigue and mystery. The crowd couldn't help but gasp in awe at his captivating presence.As he approached the entrance, the security men instinctively straightened their posture and exchanged uncer
Chapter Twenty Three Vincent and the mysterious lady in red swayed in perfect harmony, caught up in the enchanting rhythm of the music. Her soft, delicate hands rested gently on his shoulders, while he placed his hands tenderly around her waist. The ballroom seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own.pounded in his chest, and he found the courage to break the silence"May I know your name?" he whispered, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. The beautiful lady's lips curved into a knowing smile beneath her mask as she replied in a voice as soft as a breeze, "I am Sassy, and you are?"Upon hearing her name, a jolt of surprise shot through Vincent. His hands instinctively left her waist, and for a brief moment, his composure wavered. "Sassy?" he repeated, his mind racing to comprehend the revelation.“Yes, do you know me?” she asked, trying to look behind his diamond face mask. With a graceful movement, Sassy released herself from their embrace,
Chapter Twenty Four “Damn it, is the Quintillion Superstar System a scam?” Vincent hissed in so much annoyance. In the dimly lit ballroom filled with shimmering masks and elegant costumes, the Masquerade party was in full swing. “He is wasting our time , let's deal with him!” and show him no mercy. At the stroke of midnight, when the clock chimed its ominous tune, the bullies made their move. With masks concealing their sneering faces, they cornered Vincent in the dimly lit area, their laughter echoing around the walls. Fear gripped him as he sensed their menacing intent."Look who we have here, all alone and pathetic," one of the bullies jeered, taking a step closer to Vincent, who instinctively tried to back away. However, the others circled him, blocking any escape route."I-I don't want any trouble," Vincent stammered, his voice trembling with both fear and the desire to stand his ground."Too late for that," another bully taunted. "You're here, and you're ours to play with!"
Chapter Twenty Five“Are you a ghost ?” “Why are you not dead ?!” Sassy kept shouting like a mad woman when she saw Vincent, she thought that she and Don Jazzy had successfully killed him in the ocean where his dead body could not be found. It can't be," she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. "You're supposed to be dead."The young man looked at her with a mix of surprise and concern. "Dead?" he echoed, his voice tinged with confusion. "Whatever do you mean, my lady?"Sassy's mind raced, trying to make sense of the impossible. "You're Vincent," she uttered, her voice quivering. "You disappeared 2 days ago. Everyone thought you were dead." she said her lips and hands trembling A shadow passed over his face, and he gently took her trembling hands in his. "I'm sorry to have caused you distress," he said softly, "but I am not the person and I don't know you ." Vincent lied to herSassy's heart pounded in her chest, torn between the man she once knew and this mysterious stran
Chapter Twenty Six"Thank you for helping me , I am indebted to you and I will never forget this day. I will pay you someday " Asher thanked Vincent with utmost sincerity.Vincent, I can't thank you enough for what you did back there," Asher began, his voice trembling with emotion. "You saved me from those bullies, and I'll never forget it."Vincent grinned warmly, his rugged face softened by the sincerity of Asher's words. "Don't mention it, buddy. You know I've got your back, always."Asher's eyes shimmered with tears as he recalled the terrifying incident that had unfolded just moments ago. The bullies had cornered him, taunting him with vicious words and threatening gestures. It was a recurring nightmare that had haunted him for weeks, leaving him defenceless and scarred emotionally. But this time, Vincent had intervened, standing tall and fearless, sending a clear message to the tormentors that Asher was under his protection."You don't understand, Vincent," Asher choked out. "I
Chapter Twenty Seven As the young man, Asher, and his friend, Vincent, entered the modest and average family house, Asher couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia washing over him. The feeling of love filled the air, triggering memories of his childhood that he had long tucked away in the corners of his mind."This is it, Vincent," Asher said with a warm smile, gesturing around the living room. The room was cosy, filled with mismatched furniture that had seen better days, but they held a charm that only sentimental value could bring. The walls were adorned with family photographs and cherished mementos, each telling a story of the people who had once lived and laughed within these very walls.Vincent nodded, taking in the ambiance with curious eyes. "It's a nice place, Asher. I can see why you're attached to it."With a nostalgic grin, Asher led Vincent to his bedroom, the place where he had spent countless hours dreaming and contemplating life's mysteries. The room was simple,