Mr. Gerald was in his office, he had less than twelve hours to manipulate Franklinâs results. There were piles of papers in front of him, along with Franklin's exam results and some blank sheets.First, Mr. Gerald carefully reviewed Franklin's original exam papers. He saw that Franklin's answers were correct and well-written. "He's too smart for his own good," Mr. Gerald muttered to himself.He then picked up a stamp and started marking âcanceledâ on Franklin's answers wrong. He crossed out the correct answers.Next, Mr. Gerald printed out a fake answer sheet. He copied Franklin's handwriting as best as he could, making sure the fake answers looked convincing. He filled in wrong answers and left some questions blank.Once he was done with the fake answer sheet, Mr. Gerald placed it in Franklin's exam folder. He made sure everything looked neat and organized so that no one would suspect a thing. He then took the original answer sheet and put it in a drawer, locking it securely.Mr. Ger
After finishing the phone call with Conor, Franklin went to meet with his friends. He had promised to take them to the most expensive restaurant on campus.He remembered when he used to date Daisy and didn't have money to take her out. Franklin loved Daisy a lot back then, and thatâs why he always treated her with respect even though they never did anything inappropriate.Thinking about Daisy made Franklin feel sad. He wondered if Daisy would want to be with him again now that he was rich. He remembered all the times they held hands while walking in the library, and other places they went together.Just then, Franklin heard a familiar voice call out his name. âFranklin!â He turned around and saw Daisy, Emily and Jessica standing near the entrance of the big restaurant. Tom, and others were also there but not Richmond.Before he could say anything, Emily stepped forward. âWell, well, if it isnât the thief and cheater. What are you doing here, Franklin?âFranklin opened his mouth to res
Back to Casey Ford and Richmond in a corner of the school campus.Richmond took a step closer, lowering his voice as he spoke. âYou know, I can see youâre so upset with Franklin. But you should know that I'm angry with him too. The money he took from Daisy wasnât his to take. It was mine,â he explained, trying to gauge her reaction.Casey raised an eyebrow. âAnd why should I care about your money, Richmond?âRichmond chuckled softly. âMaybe you shouldnât. But Iâm just trying to understand why someone like you would go to such lengths to get back at him. What did that bastard do to you?âCaseyâs expression hardened again. âLike I said, I donât have to explain myself to you. My reasons are my own.âRichmond took a deep breath, deciding to change his approach. âAlright, Casey. I wonât press you on that. But letâs talk about something else. Iâve been watching you for a while, and I must say, youâre quite impressive and gorgeous.âCasey looked at him skeptically. âIs that so?ââYes,â Richm
Franklin has had enough of Daisy and her friends' negative comments, so he decided to take his friends into the Bellagio restaurant. Afterall, that was the main reason they came here in the first place to have a good time and not to exchange words with some minions.As Franklin and his friends approached the grand entrance of the luxurious Bellagio restaurant, Daisy and her friends burst out laughing. "Hey, look at them trying to get into a place like this! Do they think they're rich or something?" one of them jeered."Yeah, I mean, come on, Franklin, you're not exactly swimming in cash," Tom sneered. "What are you doing here, trying to impress us with your fake wealth?"Franklin smiled calmly. "Tom, you'd be surprised what I can afford. And as for impressing you, I don't need to try. My presence here speaks for itself."Daisy and the girls chimed in, giggling and making snide comments. "Yeah, right, Franklin, you're probably going to get kicked out before you even make it past the lo
Franklin, Caleb, and Sasha were still enjoying their Italian dishes and the bottle of fine wine. Across the room, Daisy, Emily, Jessica, and Tom were having a good time as well, albeit with a bit more worry about Richmond's delay.Just as they finished their meals, the waiter approached Daisy's table with the bill. "Good evening, ladies and gentleman. Here's your check."Daisy glanced at the bill and frowned. "My boyfriend will be here any minute to pay," she said dismissively.Emily, Jessica, and Tom exchanged nervous glances. Emily whispered, "Daisy, are you sure Richmond is coming? It's been a while."Jessica added, "Yeah, what if he got caught up with something and can't make it. Just as you said earlier."Tom, trying to keep his cool, said, "Don't worry, girls. I'm sure he's on his way."The waiter cleared his throat, looking unimpressed. "Ma'am, we do need to settle the bill now. It's our policy."Daisy rolled her eyes. "Do you know who my boyfriend is? He's Richmond Wright, and
Richmond Wright left the college party after he had met Casey Ford. She was very pretty, rich and independent, the kind of woman he wanted. Richmond already likes her a lot because he thought she was an amazing person and he intends to be around her all the time.But then he remembered that he was in a relationship with Daisy Bernard. He didn't really like Daisy, but she was pretty too. He was only with her because of her looks. He didn't care about her feelings. He only cared about how she looked.But now, he doesn't need Daisy anymore. He had already gotten what he wanted from her over and over again. He wanted to be with Casey now. She was more important to him. Her family was very rich and powerful.Richmond's family is now having some business problems. They needed help. Casey's family could help him. So Richmond is planning to be in a lovely relationship with Casey. He wanted to use her to help his family.Richmond didn't care if Daisy would be sad. He didn't care if she would b
Franklin, Caleb, and Sasha watched as Casey Ford and her rich friends walked confidently towards their table. The atmosphere seemed to shift as the group made their way through the restaurant, drawing the attention of other diners.Franklin straightened up. "Well, here we go."Casey arrived at their table with her friends. "Franklin," she said smoothly. "Mind if we join you?"Caleb raised an eyebrow but stayed silent. Sasha, always the sociable one, smiled tightly. "Sure, have a seat."Casey and her friends settled in, the table suddenly feeling much more crowded."So, how have you been?" Casey asked, directing her question to Franklin but glancing at Caleb and Sasha as well.Franklin shrugged. "Can't complain. Just enjoying a good meal with friends. What brings you here?"Casey laughed lightly, a hint of condescension in her voice. "Oh, you know how it is. Just out with friends, enjoying the party. We thought we'd stop by and see how the other half lives."Sasha leaned in and asked.
Daisy and her friends were escorted by the manager to the back room of the high-end restaurant, away from the main dining area. This is done to handle the situation discreetly and avoid causing further disruption or embarrassment to other patrons.The room was small and plain, with a few chairs and a table. The walls were painted a dull gray, and there was a faint smell of cleaning supplies.The manager closed the door behind them, locking it. "Alright, here's the deal," he began, looking at each of them sternly. "You have ten minutes to come up with the money to pay your bill. If you can't do that, you have to pick three of the following punishments."Daisy and her friends listened as their faces were pale with worry."First," the manager continued, "we can call the police to get you arrested. You'll have to explain to them why you can't pay your bill."Emily gasped. "The police? No way!""Second," the manager went on, "you can work off your debt by doing tasks in the restaurant, lik
Franklin's hands were folded in front of him. The room was filled with a few people that had been there for hours.Conor had just left, taking the responsibility of tracking the Insider. Now, it was time for Franklin to make the next move.He glanced at the faces of Vera, Deborah, Mr. Hughes, and Ashley. The group was waiting for him to speak.Franklin inhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts before speaking.âIâve made a decision,â he said quietly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of urgency. âWeâre locking down the building. I want everyone out. No one gets in or out until weâve figured this out. We canât afford to take any more chances. If weâre going to settle this, we need complete control.âVera, always the first to act when things got serious, nodded immediately. âUnderstood. Iâll see to that. details. Everyone will be escorted out, and weâll make sure the perimeter is secure.âDeborah didnât say anything, but Franklin could see the gears turning in her mind. She, too, knew the
The day had been full of tension, even as the Insider walked out of the meeting room, he felt a sense of fear.He had convinced the others that he was just Paul, a simple logistics employee, and for now, it seemed like they believed him still.But as he made his way out of the building, he had no idea that Conor was silently following him. Franklin had ordered him to keep a close eye on the Insider.Conor stayed far enough behind to remain unnoticed but close enough to follow the Insiderâs every step. He saw the Insider turn into a narrow alley, change the face mask and clothes he was wearing and pull out his phone.Conor stopped and crouched down behind a parked car, straining to see him changing and to hear the conversation.The Insider was speaking to someone on the other end, his voice low and hurried.âI donât know how they found out,â the Insider was saying. âBut the son of Mr. Miles is back. He knows about the plan and they have footage and fingerprints of all of us. Iâm on my
The Insider stood at the center of everyoneâs attention, his face calm but his eyes darting nervously around the room.Franklin watched him closely, noting every twitch, every sign of unease.The room was still except for the quiet hum of the laptop, which had just finished playing the damning CCTV footage.âI donât know who this person youâre talking about is,â the Insider said, his voice steady but with a hint of defensiveness. âYouâve got the wrong man. Iâm Paul. I work in logistics. Check with my teamâtheyâll tell you.âFranklin narrowed his eyes, his fingers tightening on the edge of the table. Paul? Is that the best he could come up with?Conor exchanged a glance with Franklin, then stepped forward, his arms crossed over his chest. âPaul, huh? If youâre so innocent, then how do you explain the fingerprints on the server equipment? They match yours.âThe Insider shrugged, trying to look unconcerned. âItâs not uncommon to have similar fingerprints in large companies. Maybe someone
The light from the overhead lamps made the space feel brighter. Franklin, who had arrived earlier than the usual time, took a seat and his hands rested on the table, fingers lightly tapping as he waited for the others.His mind raced with thoughts about what was going to happen today. This is the time. No more hiding. Itâs time to face Bill Ford and his evil schemes.The door creaked open, and Conor stepped inside, carrying a laptop bag and a small black case.Behind him was Mr. Hughes, who looked serious as always.Then came Ashley, her expression calm but her fingers nervously clutching a folder.Vera and Deborah entered last, talking quietly between themselves.Everyone greeted and took their seats around the table.Franklin stood up, clearing his throat. âThanks for coming, everyone. We donât have much time, so letâs get straight to it.âConor placed the black case on the table and unlocked it, pulling out a small stack of papers and a flash drive.âWeâve gathered enough proof to
The executives sat frozen, each man consumed by anger or fear. Papers lay scattered across the table, evidence of the evil scheme Bill had stirred. He stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk.Franklin Miles, seated in a secret room around the corner, watched everything unfold with a tight jaw. Something about the whole ordeal didnât sit right with him, but he kept his expression neutral. He glanced at Conor, who was standing by the wall with his arms crossed. The two exchanged a subtle look before Franklinâs gaze returned to the table. He had other plans to figure out what was really going on, and those plans required patience.Bill tapped the table lightly with his fingers, the sound breaking the uncomfortable silence. âGentlemen,â he said, his voice calm yet piercing, âitâs clear we have a serious issue here. Investors like me donât appreciate seeing their money vanish into thin air.âLee leaned forward, his face pale. âI didnâ
The morning sun shone brightly over the grand headquarters of Bill Enterprises. It was a day of high pressure, as Bill Ford and his entourage were finally visiting the Miles Empire. This wasnât just a casual meeting. Bill had been well articulated about his evil scheme with the way Miles Empire handled investor money, and today he planned to address it.Bill stood in front of his mirror, adjusting his tie. He was wearing a sharp black suit, his expression calm but cold.His assistant knocked on the door.âMr. Ford, your convoy is ready,â the assistant said.Bill nodded and grabbed his briefcase. âLetâs not waste time. Today, we will finish what we started.âDownstairs, the convoy waited. His entourage, including Professor Arjun, Ivan, Viktor, and Igor, stood by their separate car. Each of them wore a similar grim expression and had their own different role to play.âWeâre ready when you are,â Viktor said.Bill looked at them, his lips curling into a small smile. âThis is going to be q
Franklin sat at his desk, staring at the laptop in front of him. His office was quiet, but his mind wasnât. The things Jake had told him about Daisyâs plan and now his worries about Miles' Empire wouldnât let him rest. He ran his hand through his hair, leaned back in his chair, and picked up his phone. It was time to act.âConor, come to my office,â Franklin said after Conor picked up.A few minutes later, Conor entered. He was dressed casually but moved with the ease of someone always on guard. âWhatâs up, boss?â he asked, sitting down.Franklin leaned forward. âWe have a problem. I installed surveillance cameras in critical areas of the headquartersâquietly, without anyone knowing. I need you and Mr. Hughes to check if theyâre working properly. Donât let anyone suspect what youâre doing. I have a feeling something's going on.âConor nodded, his brows furrowed. âYou think someoneâs trying to mess with things there?ââI do,â Franklin said. âAnd I want proof before we act. These camera
Daisy pushed the door open and stepped into her apartment, kicking off her shoes by the entrance. The place was quiet, but not the comforting kind of quiet. It felt tense, like the walls were holding their breath. She dropped her bag on the couch and ran a hand through her hair.âSophia?â she called out, her voice echoing in the stillness.âIn here,â Sophiaâs voice came from the kitchen.Daisy followed the sound, her steps slow and careful. When she got to the kitchen, Sophia was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, her face tight with frustration. A cup of tea sat untouched in front of her.âHey,â Daisy said, trying to sound cheerful, though her stomach twisted at the sight of Sophiaâs expression. âWhatâs with the look? Did something happen?âSophiaâs eyes narrowed. âYou tell me, Daisy.âDaisy froze for a second, her mind racing. âWhat do you mean? Did⌠did something happen with you and Jake?âSophia let out a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. âOh, yeah. Jake happened.
Franklin was having breakfast with a coffee cup that had gone cold, and a laptop blinking with unread emails. The day had been long, and he was already feeling drained.Just as he reached for the coffee cup, his phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number.He hesitated for a moment, then picked it up. âHello, this is Franklin Miles,â he said in his usual calm tone.âFranklin, itâs Jake. Daisyâs brother,â a nervous voice came through the line.Franklin frowned, sitting up straighter. Jake? Daisyâs brother? This was unexpected. âJake? Why are you calling me? Is everything okay?âThere was a pause on the other end, and Franklin could hear Jake take a deep breath before speaking again. âNo, everything is not okay. I need to tell you something importantâabout Daisy.âFranklinâs chest tightened. âWhat about Daisy?âJakeâs voice was shaky but firm. âSheâs lying to you, Franklin. About the baby. Itâs not yours.âFranklin froze, the words hitting him like a pun