“It pleases me to see that you are still doing great, contrary to what the TV has shown of you.” Julius's voice sounded impassive and, at the same time, mocking Mr. Thornton.Hearing this, Mr. Thornton fired back, “You bastard! After everything I did for you, this is how you repay me, huh?”“After everything you did for me?” Julius responded.“Do you remember how often you didn’t pay wages? How would you make sure to use us like slaves? Do you remember how you went on vacation with employees' incentives? And what did you do on those vacations? Sleeping with girls?”“F**k you, Julius!” Mr. Thornton retorted. “How I choose to spend my vacation is none of your business,” Mr. Thornton said once more, then continued.“So, this is who you are, huh? You bit the hand that fed you. When you had nowhere to go, who received you? Who accommodated you when no one was going to give you a job? Who gave you a job and made sure you did not go hungry?”“Hahaha!” Julius laughed as he heard these words c
Just as Mrs. Willer continued to talk on TV, Mr. Thornton began to remember all that he had done for her and wondered why she decided to testify against him.In this sense, he remembered the evening he was about to leave work and had already told his employees they could close for the day. Mrs. Willer was down the road with her heavy loads; she needed someone to help her lift a load heavier than a whole truck could carry to her apartment upstairs.When she sighted Mr. Thornton, even though he had just ordered some ladies to his office and was at the door, wanting to receive them, she called loudly, “Mr. Thornton!”Happily like a quokka, Mr. Thornton told his ladies to wait for him in the office and he walked to Mrs. Willer to help her with her loads.“Is this how you repay me, Mrs. Willer?” Mr. Thornton voiced aloud again amidst his thoughts. Hence, his thoughts continued.In this same way, he remembered the night he was leaving work early, while his employees were still at work, rend
The next episode was the following day, where Julius had been invited on "The Curiosity Made Me Ask." Right on this day, he was wearing a more rare suit.“Mr. Turner, you said this is a new designer from Paris?” Julius asked.“Yes, sir. This is from Cifonelli. He is one of the most prestigious tailors in Paris, known for their impeccable craftsmanship and attention to detail. Also, it is important to note that this suit was customized for you, sir,” Mr. Turner said. Julius nodded his head in approval.Nodding his head signified to Mr. Turner that Julius loved the suit he wore. Julius looked at himself in the mirror again and again, affirming to himself like a groom on his wedding day, “I am cute, I am always cute, and I will always be cute.”“I am sorry to interrupt you, sir, but you have been invited on 'The Curiosity Made Me Ask,' episode by reporter Jasmine. Are you going to reveal everything you know about Mr. Thornton?” Mr. Turner asked.“Reveal?” Julius sounded surprised. “No!” h
The comments at this moment resembled a heated battle on a battlefield. The responses flowed rapidly, each one sharper and more indignant than the last. Certainly, what Julius said on TV had poked some nerves, and Mr. Thornton couldn’t help but begin to smirk. His smirk wasn't one of joy but of calculated satisfaction, knowing that the public tide was turning in his favor."How dare he toy with us? Didn’t he say he was going to expose Mr. Thornton?" one comment read, echoing the sentiment of many."So there’s nothing to expose about him? He just wanted to trend for nothing’s sake?" another user retorted, frustration evident in their tone."Rich people and how they get away with a lot of these things," someone else muttered, their cynicism dripping through the screen."Mr. Thornton better sue him for defamation," a particularly incensed commenter demanded."I think you guys should calm down," a more measured voice suggested. "He said we should wait and see. I think he’s onto something,
“You see, my dear people, I did not just label Julius as the hunter. His behavior towards this situation simply showed that he thinks he is the hunter. Now, let me explain.Wasn’t I just in my room, about to get some sleep, when the news suddenly showed Julius facing an interview with CNN? It was a quiet night; the rain was tapping lightly against my window, creating a soothing rhythm that was supposed to lull me into sleep. Of course, I thought it was the usual type of interview where he would call out Master Reeds, even though he had been arrested. The dim glow of my bedside lamp flickered as the screen displayed Julius’ smug face.I was somewhat disinterested in this, and all I wanted was to get some sleep. The exhaustion of the day had weighed heavily on me, but suddenly, I heard my name escape Julius’ mouth. My name? How come? The shock jolted me upright, my heart pounding in my chest.It hurt to see that the guy who came to your door, defeated by life and looking like a poor sou
“Thank you, Reporter Dickson, for your invitation. I have just checked your profile and some of your interview sessions with other people. I want to appreciate your good efforts in being the voice these people have in their trying moments. I have received your invitation and accepted to be on the show. Please send me the time and date so I can plan accordingly,” Mr. Thornton sent. In the blink of an eye, he saw at the top of the text area, “Reporter Dickson is typing…”Seeing this, he waited patiently. Even before a second had passed, Mr. Thornton saw Reporter Dickson’s message slide in like a smooth transition from a video course.“Thank you for your acceptance, Mr. Thornton. The show is scheduled to hold on Friday at 1:30 PM. You may also share this with your followers so they can see the show and hear your voice. Until then, we trust in your innocence. Stay strong. See you on Friday. Best regards.”Just as Mr. Thornton received this message, he also saw that it was followed by a li
As he continued to stare at his phone and breathe hard, as if his phone were the source of his problems, Mr. Thornton received a beep on his phone suddenly.“Did Bridgerton change her mind?” he hoped, and with this, he rushed to pick up the phone from the floor. When he turned the phone over to see if his guess was correct, his curiosity piqued like the height of a mountain.“This is not Bridgerton; this is a strange chat,” Mr. Thornton said to himself as he tapped his finger on the strange chat profile picture. He saw a blonde-haired lady in just a panty and bra.Her body was fresh, her eyes were very beautiful, her lips were tender and pink, and her thighs and hips showed that this lady had beautiful curves and big buttocks.In the same way, he laid his eyes on her cleavage, which was enchanting, drawing him to linger for this lady already.Even so, as much as he wanted this lady so bad, his thoughts wandered through his wonderland, trying to remember if he had ordered this lady bef
---“Employees?” Mr. Thornton sounded confused by the lady’s question before he answered again, regaining his composure.“I gave them the evening off to celebrate my win. Haha,” Mr. Thornton chuckled, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer to the lady. The dim lighting in his office corridor accentuated the tension in the corridor, casting elongated shadows on the walls.“Is that why your d**k is already hardened?” she asked, her voice a seductive whisper as she moved closer to Mr. Thornton, close enough to hear his breath quicken. He loved the anticipation.As she slowly lifted her thigh and sexily wrapped it around Mr. Thornton’s back, he felt a rush of desire. He pulled her closer, placing his hands firmly on her buttocks, and whispered into her ear.“Trust me when I say this, you have the most beautiful buttocks I have ever seen in my entire life,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.“Even more beautiful than Bridgerton’s?” the lady whispered back, her eyes locked onto hi
“Thank you, Ms. Benedicta, for the opportunity to speak in this interview session about the recent happenings in our society. And yes, a prenup is a short prenuptial agreement. This is a legal contract entered into by a couple before they get married. It outlines the division of assets and financial responsibilities in the event of divorce or separation. This is the case with Rebecca, according to her agreement in the prenup; she won’t get anything from the assets after divorce.“Now, regarding whether she is right to be happy as her husband has been sentenced to life imprisonment, I want us to understand that, first of all, it is a person’s right to be happy. A person who is not happy deserves to be happy. However, the cause of being happy can vary. To some, money makes them happy; to others, their husbands or wives make them happy; and to other people, the aroma of food and the sound of sexual talks make them happy.In the case of Rebecca, I can relate to her when she says she was ha
Answering that question, the screen boldly showed reporter Alfred, who then said, “Our dear viewers, you have heard from Rebecca herself. She has filed for divorce with Mr. Thornton, and she is the happiest that justice has been served. Right now, we will be transitioning to the studio, where Ms. Benedicta will take over this discussion. But before that, don’t go anywhere.”As reporter Alfred said this on TV and smiled, the screen transitioned into a commercial break. A renowned soccer player was seen on TV kicking his ball and finally kicking it hard into the sky. Suddenly, the ball speedily changed into the Pepsi logo, and then a bottle of Pepsi was shown on the screen.After the commercial, the TV transitioned back into the studio, where a woman was shown wearing a short-length suit. Her hair was somewhat red and very short. She held a pen and a notepad and smiled boldly into the camera.Beside her were five men in different colored suits. One wore blue, another black, another grey
The news of this soon spread across every blog, every news station, and on social media, with the caption, “Mr. Richard Thornton, the same man who set out to compete with Master Julius Sabbath's luxurious hotel, has been sentenced to a lengthy prison term.” As for this, the news broadcasters have it on their TV screens, like:“Hello, dear viewers, We are back again to give you the latest news in real-time. As always, you are our priority, and we make sure to keep you updated.Just a few minutes ago, Mr. Thornton, who wanted to compete with Master Julius Sabbath of the great Sabbath family, was sentenced to a lengthy prison term. We heard this from the judge himself when he pronounced the sentence in court.Among the testifiers in court who shared their experiences with Mr. Thornton were his neighbor, Master Julius Sabbath himself, his two daughters, his wife, his ex-wife, and three of his employees.While they shared their experiences with the court, each of their testimonies aligned
The courtroom was tense with anticipation as Master Julius Sabbath stepped down from the stand. The judge, his face a mask of solemn contemplation, turned to address the room. The weight of the testimonies and evidence presented against Mr. Thornton hung heavy in the air."Mr. Thornton, please rise," the judge commanded. Thornton stood, his face pale, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape from the walls closing in around him.The judge began, "After hearing the testimonies of multiple witnesses and reviewing the substantial evidence presented, this court must now deliberate on the charges brought against you. The accusations are grave and numerous, encompassing wage theft, domestic violence, sexual harassment, and corruption."He turned to the jury, ensuring their attention. "First, let us address the charge of wage theft. We have heard from multiple witnesses, including former employees, who testified to your consistent failure to pay wages on time. These delays an
As Michael Harrison left the stand, the judge turned to the bailiff. "Please call Master Julius Sabbath to the stand."Julius walked to the stand, was sworn in, and took a seat, facing the courtroom with a calm yet determined expression."Please introduce yourself to the court," the judge prompted."My name is Master Julius Sabbath," he began. "I am the heir of the great Sabbath Family who was once in poverty training when I met Mr. Thornton."The judge nodded. "Master Sabbath, can you tell us about your experiences with Mr. Thornton?"Julius took a deep breath and began. "When I first met Mr. Thornton, I was still struggling to make a name for myself and was undergoing training to improve my skills. Mr. Thornton hired me despite my circumstances, which I appreciated at the time."He paused, his expression growing more serious. "However, it soon became clear that Mr. Thornton had a very abrasive personality. He was always verbally abusive to his employees, especially the male ones who
A young girl, slightly nervous but determined, approached the witness stand. She was sworn in, and after taking a deep breath, she began her testimony."Please introduce yourself to the court," the judge prompted gently."My name is Emily Thornton," she said, her voice soft but clear. "I'm 12 years old, and I'm Rebecca's first daughter."The judge nodded. "Emily, can you tell us about your experiences with Mr. Thornton?"Emily took another deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Mr. Thornton is my dad. At first, he seemed nice, but it didn't take long before he started changing. He would get really angry at my mom for little things. He would yell at her a lot, calling her names and saying really mean things."Her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on. "One time, I heard them fighting, and I went to see what was happening. I saw him push my mom against the wall and hit her. She was crying and begging him to stop, but he wouldn't. I was really scared, and I didn't know what to do."E
As the court resumed after the recess, the judge called for order. The courtroom immediately quieted, and the judge addressed the court.“Thank you for your patience,” the judge said. “We will now call Mrs. Laura Thornton to the stand.”Laura Thornton, a composed woman in her late forties, walked to the witness stand. She was sworn in and took her seat, glancing briefly at her ex-husband before looking resolutely ahead.“Please introduce yourself to the court,” the judge prompted.“My name is Laura Thornton,” she began, her voice steady. “I was married to Mr. Thornton for three years. We have no children together.”The judge nodded. “Mrs. Thornton, please tell the court why you divorced Mr. Thornton.”Laura took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. “I divorced Mr. Thornton because of domestic violence. For years, I endured physical and emotional abuse. Contrary to what Mr. Thornton has told everyone, that I extorted him and sex-starved him, the reality is that I lived in constant fear
---Emily, at this instance, took a deep breath, her eyes hardening as she looked at Mr. Thornton, and continued talking. “I worked for Mr. Thornton for two years. Like many others, I was drawn in by the promise of fair wages. But those wages were never paid on time. Sometimes they weren't paid at all. When we confronted him, he would dismiss our concerns, make excuses, and even threaten us with termination if we kept asking.”Her voice grew more intense. “But it wasn’t just the financial exploitation. Mr. Thornton created a hostile work environment through his constant verbal abuse. He would belittle us, call us names, and make us feel worthless. He thrived on our fear and desperation.”She paused, her expression growing darker. “And there was something even more sinister. Mr. Thornton sexually harassed me and other female employees. One day, while I was working late, he came up behind me and tried to touch my breast. I pushed him away and told him to stop, but he just laughed it off
In the early hours of the morning, this was the day every citizen had waited for, both young and old, men and women. The courtroom was filled with an air of anticipation and a sense of justice long overdue. The seats were packed with spectators, some standing in the aisles, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the proceedings.In the same manner, reporters jostled for space, their cameras clicking and flashes popping, eager to capture every moment of this high-profile trial.Reporters were both inside and outside the court. On this day, “Today is the day we have all waited for, the day Mr. Thornton stands trial for his fate, whether he will be sentenced to prison or become a free man. Do not forget that Mr. Thornton has been charged with wage theft and domestic violence against his wife, Rebecca. Will he be able to secure his freedom? We can only wait and see,” reporter Jasmine said on TV while she smiled, and the TV screen transitioned to the court proceedings.As the TV screen