The sounds of the men inside were gradually muffled by the soundproof door. Derek was almost going berserk and Bryan had to keep him in check. "What's the deal? Are you going to run in there and bring her out yourself?" He asked. Bryan tried to restrain the lord and advise them to listen and find out what was going on. "My men will be here any moment from now," he assured. Soon, the men walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. Bryan once again tried to hold Derek back but he couldn't be stopped, he skipped out from behind the tank, and in a matter of seconds, he grabbed Henry by the wrist and as he turned to face him, Derek delivered a punch to his face. The much younger man, reacting upon being assaulted, didn't waste a second in throwing a counter punch himself and suddenly, the two almost broke out in a fight. The thug who was with Henry tried to interfere and gang up on Derek but Bryan was faster and he moved in to stop them. He threw a punch at the man and push
Derek and Henry looked at each other intently for the next few minutes. They both had their faces contorted into a mask of hurt and anger. "You think there's a way to get out of this other than behind bars?" Bryan asked as he looked at the man and his thug. Both of them were already getting desperate, that they were wrapping onto anything that could get them out of the mess that they were already so soaked up in. "Shut the fuck up, man! This is a freaking family issue!" Henry snapped and the guard also growled at Bryan, trying to shut him up. Derek still has his eyes fixed on Henry but he kept glancing at his daughter who was in the thug's hold, her head lulled back to the side. "Why the fuck aren't your men here?" Derek asked suddenly and with frustration. He'd been waiting for the men to storm into the place so he could take his daughter out of the hold of the hands of both men. "You are bringing men here?" Henry asked angrily and the man who had Dagma trapped held on to her t
Dagma and Derek walked out of the hotels heavily guarded by the army men that Bryan had brought. Henry was handcuffed and dragged out of the premises and his thug was even in worse shape. "I don't want the media picking up any of this to make headlines," Derek warned. At once, the army officers got some of the phones that the staff were slowly pulling out to cover the incident. "Delete this immediately!" The leader of the legion snapped at one of the guards who quickly took it from the rest of them and dutifully deleted the videos. "We're very sorry," the man said. "I'm sorry we took the video, we're all so shocked to find out that the CEO is involved in such activities, the lady Dagma is his favorite cousin, they have many fond memories together and she loves him," the man explained and shook his head. "That's all in the past. This hotel could be sealed off depending on what gets out there. If you still want to keep your job, then don't say a word," the army man ordered her and he
Freda sat in the living room of her house. It was sparkling neat as usual as the servants hurried about to set up her feast-like breakfast. She wasn't the sort to eat anything that was below her standard and she'd grown up having only the best of meals. Walking down to the dining table, Freda pulled out the cutlery and touched the table with her fingertips, trying to check if there was any dust on it. "This is the best meal you could make?" She asked and looked at the chef who was looking down at his own feet, shaking like a leaf. Freda snapped at him, "Get out of my face and fix something nice for dessert! At least that should wash away the trash that you've made!" She snapped. "Yes, ma'am," the chef said and was about to move away when he suddenly came back and asked, "Mistress, is there any particular dessert you'd like?"Freda scowled at him, "Are you going to wait for me to tell you what to do with your job? Don't you know the right dessert for spaghetti bologna?" He asked. "I
Freda looked at the maid and then smirked, finally letting go of Claire's hands. "It's too late now, the man is here for the meeting with her and there's nothing you can do about it," she said scornfully. Claire looked at her mother and shook her head, "Mother, why didn't you tell me that this is what you meant when you said we had a guest today? You should have checked in with me first to know if I wanted to meet anyone that __" "I don't fucking care! I don't need your permission to do something right for you! You're my daughter and you'll listen to me and do as I say at all times," she commanded with an icy voice. Claire noticeably withdrew into her shell and couldn't say a word to defend herself or oppose her mother. It was getting increasingly pitiful for Bryan to watch his wife who was once very confident and proud being the same woman who cowered at the sight and sound of anyone. When she finally had the balls to stand up for herself in the presence of her mother, she had wit
Bryan looked at the man fiercely and walked to the table. He could see his fat chin gobble down the wine as he pulled the tablecloth closer and picked on the chicken bone. Bryan had never witnessed a more careless eater in his whole life. "Who is this little roach?" Caleb asked with a loud tone and turned to face Freda with a frown. "Don't you know how to keep your servants and slaves in check? I won't tolerate this nonsense!" He bellowed. "There are no slaves anymore, at least none that any of us know of. The only slave that I see here is you and you're a slave to your bowels," Bryan retorted. Claire had to put her head down to hide the laugh that was rumbling out of her belly. She couldn't help but look at Celeb again. He was clearly in need of help. He didn't seem to bother about his obvious obesity but I instead feasted on the meat and wine on the table that it just might be his last. "I'm so sorry, senator, this won't repeat itself, I will have this insolent servant thrown ou
Freda stood outside the hall of the Oscar estate. She was right beside her daughter who was dressed in a thin robe that flowed down to her ankle, made with the best fabric she could find in the market. "Mother, I've told you that this fabric is itchy," she repeated herself for the seventh time within the hour and Freda looked at her the San away she had for the six times that she'd mentioned it. "I don't know why I have such a dull daughter! Others are trying to make the best out of their children and my only child is trying so hard to be mediocre," she snapped angrily this time and glowered at her. "But mother, this dress isn't even pretty. It makes me look old and the fabric doesn't suit my skin color. Not to mention that it irritates my skin," she complained bitterly. Freda looked at her with an arched brow and asked, "What would you rather wear? These old dresses that you already wore?" She asked with a stern look. "Mum, because I've worn the clothes twice does not make them o
Grandfather Maxwell walked into the rooms and everyone fell silent. Freda shifted even closer to his chair and urged Claire to do the same thing. Bryan watched as most of them began to smile sheepishly, even if it was a fake smile. He'd never seen a family filled with more sycophants like the Oscar family. "Grandfather, welcome back to the estate, how was your trip to the Islands?" One of the women asked with a bright smile on her face. Maxwell simply nodded at her with a warm look, "It was quite fine, thanks. I didn't let a lot of people know about my travel, I'm slightly surprised that you found out," he says. The woman smiled pleasantly and replied, "Oh, it's because I care about you, master and I am interested in knowing about your well-being," she replied, "Not to mention that my son was the co-pilot on the jet," she added. Maxwell nodded and smiled at her, " I didn't know you had such an accomplished son," he said. Tom also cleared his throat and quickly told him about hi