Frederick drowned his vodkas slowly. "Peter Pan is doing a great job of hiding his identity and none of you!" He yelled in annoyance. "None of you could unreveal him?" He picked a bottle of champagne and threw it in no particular direction. It hit the wall and smashed into a thousand pieces.The men around shuddered."Peter Pan had no lead, boss. There's no way we could have traced him," one of the men responded.Frederick regarded the man for a moment before he picked up a bottle and threw it at him. It hit his head and he started bleeding."If you don't fucking know to get Peter Pan, don't fucking talk or I'm going to cut off your head. I need you to get me Peter Pan and as fast as possible!" He hollered at them.The men bowed their heads in shame and guilt.Frederick sat up suddenly. "Wait a minute. Benson still works for Peter Pan?" It wasn't really a question but everyone nodded all the same.A smile formed at the tip of Frederick's mouth. "If we can't locate Peter Pan directly,
The elders were speechless for a few minutes."What! You've seen Morris' face?" It was Stephen who asked, with shock on his face.Derek nodded once. "I have," he muttered. "And well, he knew who I was as well. He recognized me which means war already started without the indication," he declared.The elders mussed."What is your plan, boss? Because like I've said earlier, Morris isn't a soft man. He's not easily defeated.""There's a plan but you will all have to get involved in it," He hesitated and regarded them for a moment. "I am going to show some of you what Morris looks like. Then we will start from there."The elders nodded in agreement. "Besides, Morris will be in the trillionaire meeting," Benson said suddenly.Derek looked at him with shock. "He will?"Benson nodded once. "Yes. He's the president. He has been the president for three consecutive terms now.""Really?" Derek was shocked. "How come no one has taken from him?""Well." Benson shrugged slightly. "No one is fit eno
Mabel hesitated as she thought of what to do. She released a sigh and suddenly went on her knees.She couldn't contain the embarrassment but she had no choice. She had to save her head."I'm sorry, Derek. I'm very sorry. Please, forgive me," she pleaded softly.Derek smiled softly. "One more thing, you are not to inform Amelia that you saw me tonight. I will definitely come for you If you do."Mabel nodded quickly. "I won't."Derek looked at Herbert and signalled for him."You can leave," Herbert muttered and she scampered away."Where did you know her from?" Albert inquired, anger still vivid in his voice. "She's so disrespectful.""What should we do with the manager?" Herbert asked suddenly.Derek raised a skeptical brow. "The manager?""Yes, you didn't know?" Albert smiled. "Well, since you are the owner of Beacon Hills, you could have him fired."The manager's eyes widened with shock and fear gripped him instantly. "What!" Derek was the next to be shocked. He looked at Albert. "H
"We have to stop her! We need to stop her," Sophia muttered with fear. She couldn't stop panicking.Annabelle might die for real. She might not be able to make it this time around.Derek felt even more frustrated. He mentally slapped himself. He was never going to forgive himself if anything bad happened to Annabelle."What are you going to do now?"Derek looked at Sophia. "She did state where she was going and what we are actually going to do."Sophia nodded once. "Alright.""And you have to go home, Sophia."Sophia shook her head briefly. "I'm not going anywhere until I hear that everything is fine."Derek turned to Sophia again. He slowly pulled her closer so that she was forced to stare up at him. He was two inches taller."I've got this, Sophia. Trust me but you also need to be alright, you know right?"Sophia nodded once, captivated by his eyes. She had been slowly getting so mesmerized by Derek that she wasn't sure if she was ever going to stop.Maybe it was too late and there
For a moment, Maribel didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she was supposed to go out of stay.Perhaps Morris was merely sleeping. It was very late in the night anyway."Clara?" Morris called again and Maribel heard him move.Maribel held her breath for a moment.Morris suspected something as well because he got out of bed and looked towards where Maribel was.At this point, Maribel decided to do the one thing that came to his mind, escape.She opened the door and hurried out. She pulled out her phone as she hurried along the hallway and placed a call to Nick.Nick picked it up immediately. "Hello, Maribel.""Have you seen Clara?""Not yet," Nick said in a whisper. "How many rooms are in this estate?"Maribel made a quick calculation. "Maybe ten," she sighed. "So, that means you haven't come across any of Morris' men, right? Because I've just met Morris," she revealed."What! Morris!" Nick exclaimed softly. "How? Where?""He's the one in the master bedroom."Nick cursed under hi
Derek's phone rang suddenly. It was Nick.He picked it up. "Hello, who am I speaking with?""Nick. It's Nick, boss."Derek released a sigh. "Where the fuck are you? Where is Annabelle? Put her on the phone."Nick paused slightly. "I think Maribel is in trouble. When she called me a few minutes ago, I heard another voice in the background. You need to come now before they_" he was forced to a sudden stop and the next thing Derek heard was a loud thud."Nick!" Derek yelled. "Hello!" He called but no response came. So, he dropped the phone."Boss, have you located your sister?" Thomas asked.Derek shook his head briefly. "It looks like she has been taken already. How long does it take now?"Thomas looked down at the map. "Not more than ten minutes.""If she's already inside, then there's no way our earlier plan would work," Benson muttered.Derek didn't talk immediately. A lot of things were going through his mind. The earlier plan was simple. Annabelle was supposed to kill Clara and me
Maribel looked up, just as Clara moved closer."My father killed your father because he deserved it. You should be grateful all these years that my father brought you up," Clara said with sarcasm and there was a stupid smirk on her face.Maribel found herself smiling. However, she wanted to punch the stupid smirk off Clara's face."And you are so happy about it. Your father is a murderer and it pleases you?""Well, I don't care actually. Besides, I'm taking over my father from wherever he stops. So, why should it not please me?"Maribel looked away. "You don't have the tendency to speak to me, Clara. I used to be in your position. It's until he starts using you for his selfish means before you discover the kind of man he is."Clara laughed. "You know what, there's a difference between you and me. You are the daughter of his enemy. I am his daughter. Do you think he jokes with me?" She yelled.Maribel turned a deaf ear to him. The pains she was having in her abdomen have suddenly multi
The figure got up suddenly and Derek saw what he was seeking. It was indeed a female.Derek didn't know where the switch was and the room was semi-dark. So, he couldn't really see who the lady was."Get up, Clara," Derek muttered thickly.The figure went stiff for a moment. "Who are you?"Derek smiled briefly and took a step closer. "Get up," he ordered.The figure hesitated briefly. “Who are you? My father will give you anything you want,” she moved slowly and the next thing he saw was a kick moving towards him. He dodged it quickly and hit the figure slightly by the side. The figure grunted as she was merely pushed aside. Before she could attack again, Derek pulled her closer and placed the gun on her temple. “Don’t move or I will pull the trigger,” he swore.He might not know how to aim but he definitely knew how to shoot.The figure shivered slightly. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she pleaded softly.“Switch on the light,” he ordered.The figure nodded once and slowly moved towards th