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
It was Friday, and Mr. Thornton checked the time to ensure he was not late for the show. "1:10 pm," he muttered to himself. With that, he got dressed, donning his best suit and tie. He meticulously combed his hair, wanting to make a good impression on national television.Arriving at the show only took him about 10 minutes, and when he checked the time again, he noted, "1:20 pm," as he stepped out of his vehicle and peered at the BBC building. The anticipation built up inside him; this was another chance to speak out.In this sense, he saw that the building was, of course, an iconic structure. He observed the Broadcasting House looming majestically, its Art Deco facade gleaming under the sun. The building's distinctive Portland stone had an ethereal glow against the clear blue sky, reflecting the prestige of the institution.Looking at the front entrance from the car park, he saw that the entrance was framed by tall, elegant windows bustling with activity. Reporters and staff moved pu