Chapter Fifty Nine Vincent mingled with the guests, exchanging smiles and nods of appreciation for his performance. The sense of accomplishment he felt was almost overwhelming, and he couldn't help but be swept up in the positive energy of the event. As he continued to chat and connect with people, he felt a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity that had brought him to this point.Suddenly, out of the blue, a splash of cold liquid hit him square in the chest. The shock was immediate, the sensation both jarring and confusing. His heart skipped a beat as he looked down, his eyes widening in disbelief. Fish water. He had been doused with fish water.The room fell silent as guests gasped and stared at the spectacle before them. Vincent's expression shifted from bewilderment to shock, the cold liquid seeping into his clothes, his hair, and every inch of his being. The smell of fish hung in the air, and the atmosphere went from celebration to confusion in an instant.Vincent's cheeks
Chapter Sixty Vincent struggled to escape the confinements of the small, dimly lit toilet. Panic clawed at his chest as he realized the door was locked from the outside. Heart pounding, he strained his ears against the suffocating silence of the narrow space, when suddenly, a chilling voice sliced through the air.Accusations hung heavy in the voice, accusations of theft that sent shivers down Vincent's spine. It was unmistakably Don Jazzy, the legendary performer known for his charisma and power. Henry recognized that voice anywhere, but fear silenced his tongue, rendering him motionless in the cramped restroom.Don Jazzy's voice grew more menacing with each word, his anger palpable even through the thick wooden door. He berated Vincent for a crime he didn't commit, his accusations of stolen performances for the president echoing like a sinister refrain. Vincent's heart raced, and his mind raced even faster, searching for a way out of this nightmarish situation.As Don Jazzy's tirad
Chapter Sixty One Amidst the growing crowd, Anastasia, the President's daughter, emerged from the gathering, her elegant presence commanding attention. Her expression was a mix of concern and annoyance as she approached Vincent, who was still caught in the grip of his emotional outburst."Vincent, please," Anastasia implored, her voice carrying a hint of authority, "You need to calm down. You're making a scene, and the paparazzi are always lurking around here. We can't afford a scandal."Vincent's screams had drawn the attention of not only the partygoers but also the ever-present paparazzi who lurked in the shadows, ready to capture any drama that unfolded in the world of the elite. Anastasia knew that a public spectacle like this could easily become tomorrow's headlines, tarnishing her family's reputation and causing chaos in the media.He turned to look at her, his eyes still filled with a mix of anger and anguish. "Anastasia, you have no idea what just happened," he replied, his
Chapter Sixty Two Vincent and Anastasia arrived at the superstar talent audition, drawing immediate attention due to the entourage of imposing bodyguards surrounding Anastasia. She exuded an air of elegance, adorned in expensive clothing, exquisite diamond jewelry, and a pair of stunning shoes that glistened with every step. Anastasia moved gracefully, like a swan navigating still waters.Vincent, in stark contrast, chose a casual ensemble for the occasion. He blended seamlessly into the crowd, a nobody amidst the glitz and glamour that permeated the event. Whispers and curious gazes filled the air as people tried to unravel the mystery of this unexpected pairing.Anastasia had always been an enigma, known for her discreet nature despite her fame. Her presence was like a sudden burst of stardust in the dimly lit room. Vincent, by her side, looked bewildered yet content, basking in the radiance of her aura. Their differences were evident, but so was their connection, an unspoken bond
Chapter Sixty Three Vincent couldn't believe what had just happened. As the curtains fell on the grand stage, he found himself standing there with Anastasia, his heart racing. He turned to her, his voice trembling with regret, "Anastasia, I'm so sorry for kissing you out there. It was completely unprofessional."Anastasia looked up at him with a warm, forgiving smile. Her cheeks were still flushed from the unexpected kiss. "Vincent, it's alright. Don't worry about it," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Besides, it made for quite the show, didn't it?"Vincent's eyes widened in surprise. He had expected her to be furious, but here she was, taking it in stride. He couldn't help but smile back at her, relief washing over him. "You're incredible, Anastasia. Thank you for being so understanding."As the applause from the audience filled the theater, Vincent and Anastasia stepped off the stage and into the backstage chaos. Vincent's heart was still pounding, not just from the
Chapter Sixty Four Amidst the chaos and speculation, a strong, authoritative voice suddenly rang out above the commotion. It was Elijah, one of the caregivers from the orphanage, who had always been a pillar of strength for the children. He had rushed to the scene as soon as he heard the news, and now he was taking charge."Everyone, please, calm down!" Elijah shouted, his voice unwavering. "We need to focus on helping the children who are hurt. Panicking won't do anyone any good."His words seemed to have an immediate effect. The onlookers began to quiet down, realizing that their hysteria was only adding to the confusion. Elijah's calm demeanor and experience in dealing with crises were reassuring to everyone.Elijah, with the help of a few volunteers from the crowd, began attending to the injured children. They provided comfort, first aid, and reassurance to those who were traumatized by the fire. It was a heartbreaking sight, but Elijah's presence brought a sense of hope and stab
Chapter Sixty Five Vincent stood resolutely in front of the grand white house, his eyes fixed on the imposing structure that symbolized power and authority. Clutched in his trembling hands was a placard that bore the words, "Save Our Home, Save Our Hope." His heart raced with a mix of determination and fear, for he knew he was about to confront forces much larger than himself.The orphanage, a place that had nurtured him and countless other children, stood a mere block away. It was more than just a building; it was their sanctuary, their refuge from the harsh realities of the world. And now, it was threatened by the very people who were supposed to protect them.Vincent's anger burned like a wildfire, fueled by the knowledge that the vice president had sent thugs to burn down the orphanage, all for political gain and money laundering. How could they be so heartless? How could they destroy the only place that had ever felt like home?With each step he took towards the gates of the whi
Chapter Sixty Six The vice president smiled at Vincent and the assembled crowd, attempting to project an air of assurance. "I understand your concerns," she began, her voice dripping with practiced charm. "I assure you that everything will be sorted out. The orphanage's future will be secured, and the affected families will be compensated adequately. There's no need for further protests."However, the people in the crowd exchanged knowing glances. They had heard these promises before, and they had seen how easily they could be broken. The vice president's reputation for making grandiose statements and then failing to deliver on them was well-known.The chants for justice grew louder, drowning out her words. "Justice! Justice!" the crowd cried, their voices echoing through the street. They knew that their fight was far from over and that they couldn't rely on empty assurances.Vincent stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "Madam Vice President," he said, his voice calm but firm, "we'v