Immediately, as if orchestrated all along, students charged at Harrington, rushing towards him like an angry mob and shouting at the top of their voices, resembling angry religious fanatics defending their God against perceived threats.Julius’s bodyguards, standing next to him, sprang into action. Four of them quickly formed a blockade to reach Harrington, while the other bodyguards nearer to actor Adrian moved forward, hindering the students' fast movement against Harrington.In the heat of this moment, the students could hear the sounds of police sirens, creating a haunting symphony echoing the discordant notes of unrest in the air. When they turned aside, they saw five police cars and a van.In this way, SWAT teams jumped down from the back of the black van, clad in sleek obsidian black tactical gear. Each member wore Kevlar vests, matte-black helmets, and darkened goggles that concealed their focused determination.As the SWAT teams moved towards the students, each student knew a
Watching the news in the control room, Julius let out a smirk as he saw how Alexander and Olivia ushered themselves into a kiss and how the students were seen fighting for Alexander.“What do you think about Harrington being arrested, Mr. Turner?” he voiced suddenly after a long time of remaining quiet.“He would think you got him arrested after he crawled, pleading for your mercy, just like you told him to do.”“Do you think Master Reeds can really call the police on him, or is there someone else in the picture that we do not know about?”“Sir, Master Reeds always goes so low to come against anything that will expose him to the public. He did that to one of the directors of finance when he insisted on paying him bribery.”“What did he do exactly?”“Master Reeds wanted an allocation of two hundred million dollars. But the real amount he was due to get was fifty million dollars. When he saw that the director of finance would not do as he wanted, Master Reeds accused him of corruption a
As if he could sense his presence, the old man suddenly paused. Slowly, like a man detecting a strange shadow following him, he turned his face to the right side. "Julius?" he shouted from a distance. At the sound of his voice, everyone in the queue whom he served turned their faces in the direction he called Julius’ name. "Julius?" each of them shouted excitedly as they spotted him. However, any claim that they were not confused would be a lie. “Why is he dressed so cleanly?” one of them thought. "It's been quite a while since he came here. Where has he been?" another said. "He is wearing a suit. This can't be Julius; he cannot afford something as expensive as that suit," someone remarked. "You can also see that the suit is customized. God! No! I hope this guy hasn't gone to steal it." *** “Julius!” the old man called again, leaving the customer in the queue and walking out of the van. As the old man walked quickly towards Julius, he could not believe his eyes at how new and
The next morning came reluctantly, moving too slowly, as if it were hesitant to arrive. Julius had remained awake all night, consumed by thoughts of the perfect revenge to sweep Emily and Jessica off their feet and make them swallow their own bitter medicine, so they could understand the sting of mockery and disdain. Julius continued to pace to and fro in his luxurious room, his hands below his jaws, as he recalled all that Emily and Jessica had said about him in front of the old man. Yes, the old man had always provided him with free food whenever he couldn't afford to buy any, but to be spoken to in such a manner in front of everyone pained him deeply. So deep that Julius clenched his fist immediately at this moment. “You just wait and see, you punks!” he muttered as he peered through the large window in his room, observing the arrival of a brand new day. Instantly, he shifted his gaze to the telephone, positioned in the right corner of his room, resembling an eagle fixing its ey
Arriving at the bridge, which stood as a relic of forgotten times, Mr. Turner parked the car under the bridge and stepped out of it, opening the door for Julius, then immediately bowing.As Julius emerged from the cocoon of his luxurious car, he saw that the walls of the bridge bore scars of neglect. Its surface was cracked and weathered from years of exposure to the elements. He also noticed how moss and ivy crept along its edges, weaving a tapestry of greenery that contrasted with the dull gray of the concrete.Beyond their car, underneath the bridge, Julius saw a truck with its paint completely peeled off. It was so peeled off that he could tell that its once vibrant paint was now a patchwork of rust and faded hues.Similarly, Julius observed how its metal was poked with dents and scratches, bearing the scars of countless journeys and years of neglect.However, if the truck appeared neglected, it was a deception. Right at that moment, Julius saw the truck driver’s side open, and st
Marking his targets right, ex ranger Jackson parked his truck almost at the gate of the university where he watched each student return home like a hawk watching his prey patiently waiting for the right time to strike. Having waited for more than two hours, and had not seen anyone that looked like them, he continued to look upon the ladies whose photographs were on the document given to him and compared it with each lady who made entry or exit through the gate of the university. For this mission, he possessed a microscope like a detective with a magnifying glass, scrutinizing every detail with precision. With each girl he peered at with the microscope, he took a complete look at them from the hair on their head to their body and to their feet. Nevertheless, no matter how much time had passed, he was not the man who gave up on any mission easily. He pressed his hand gently on his truck radio and while the radio responded by opening its mouth like an infant opening his mouth to get
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"Alright!! Since you are all interested in knowing about the crime the pauper Julius Sabbath committed, I want to add a twist to this. The person with the highest number of roses earns the gist. Which means that I will only tell such a person the gist, and the others can find out from that person!" ex-Ranger Jackson heard how Emily laughed again.At this instant, if he did not smile as well, it was a lie. In this way, "Are you not trying to raise funds for yourself and your co-host, huh? Emily," ex-Ranger Jackson said to himself.As he said this, ex-Ranger Jackson took his hand on the hot dog roll as he gently placed his phone down. However, if his eyes left the phone, it was a lie. He continued to see what happened on the Twitter space as he took another bite from the hot dog roll, then washed it down with juice in a branded package.Having done this, he picked up his phone again, and right at this instance, he saw how lots of rose symbols infested his screen like an overgrown garde