It was a beautiful lady dressed in a short red gown. Her cute face admired the ring in her hand. “This is definitely Wittelbach. There’s no way I would miss it.”Derek huffed. “Give that back to me!” He said harshly and took the ring from her.“Don’t tell me you own that ring? Where did you get it?”Derek regarded her for another moment before he walked out of her. He flagged down a cab. “To the iPhone store,” he muttered.He kept the ring in the box and placed it in his breast pocket before he sat inside the car. He wasn’t going to prolong the matter again. It doesn’t matter. Amelia wanted a divorce and she was going to get it.It wasn't that Derek didn't love Amelia but it felt like Amelia’s mind was set in stone already and there was no way to change her mind.He would just have to focus on finding his father’s murderer. He had to focus on finding out who Morris really was and forget about love at that moment.He pulled out his little phone and placed a call to Sophia. The first ri
The statement angered Derek and he rushed towards the entrance.Four security guards moved closer to him quickly, preventing him from entering."Stop him at all costs!" Ryan told the men, with a smiling face. "And make sure he leaves this store immediately," he added quickly."Get out of my way, or you won't like what will happen to you!" Derek muttered in between his teeth. He was angry now and he wasn't going to back down."Leave while we are still asking nicely," one of the men warned in a thick voice.When Derek didn't answer, one of the security guards moved closer and launched an attack at him.Derek dodged the blow quickly. He was very swift now which surprised him. He was yet to think of how he was able to defeat Herbert.He elbowed the man and sent him reeling backward. Another man aimed for his eyes, he dodged it, turned in the process, and hit the man on the chest.He rushed against the last man, pushing him against the door."What the fuck is happening here?" A deep voice
Derek didn't expect it but he knew that Ryan was forced to do it.It didn't matter anyways.He walked out of the store and released a sigh. Actually, he was thinking of going to the Aircastle company that day. Thomas rushed to Derek suddenly and bowed slightly. "Boss."Derek regarded him for a moment, shock written all over him. "How did you get here? What are you doing here?""The VP told me you will be here. So, she said I should come over with this gift," he gestured at the Bugatti Centodieci.The last of 10 hand-built units, this Centodieci contrasts a Quartz White exterior with a Black Carbon finish across the lower body and Black Matt grilles. The brake callipers – in Light Blue Sport – as well as Light Blue Sport finishing for the logo on the Black Carbon rear wing, establish a deep connection with the EB110, reimagining the famous shade of Bugatti Blue that the car was introduced and produced in. The interior of the tenth coach-built Centodieci also features a Light Blue Spo
Zayn was so annoyed at the fact that Citigroup was doing well again. His plan to make Amelia come back to him has failed. It only showed that Clinton didn't do his job or instruct his men to do it before his death. He felt angry about it and decided to confront them, especially their new mafia boss. He paid anyway, he had the right to know about it. Benson stepped inside the lobby and regarded Zayn for a moment. "You are toying with fire, Zayn. You do know that." Zayn regarded Ben for a moment. "Coming from a nobody like you. I will have to hear from your boss! I don't talk to people like you!" He yelled in anger. Actually, he came with five fierce-looking men. So, he was assured of his safety. His phone rang suddenly, putting a stop to the next word he was about to utter. He pulled out his phone and realized it was an unknown caller. He turned aside and picked it up anyways. "Hello." "Hi Zayn," a thick voice called. "It's Peter Pan," he announced. Zayn released a sigh. "Boss
"What? Why? I mean why will I even do that? You are the president of all these companies. You can't be the manager of TriggerHub," Sophia protested softly.Derek shook his head briefly. "I need to know what is really happening with TriggerHub.""If that's going to happen, then you could summon the manager and find that out.""Well, haven't you tried that? How has that helped so far? Just why didn't you just fire all the workers there?""Well," she hesitated. "It was the first company that your father would establish and in fact, most of the workers there are the first," she explained."What!" He exclaimed with shock. "You mean TriggerHub has been there for ten years? And it's still the one with the lowest net worth and on the verge of going under?""I'm so sorry, Boss," Sophia said quickly. "I have been so occupied with managing Aircastle because it's the capital. And I've done my help with other three companies but TriggerHub just wants to prove very difficult," she explained.Derek
Benson gathered his brows amazingly. "A mask? A diamond mask? Why?"Derek looked at him. "I have a plan. Just get me what I want."Benson released a sigh. "I'm afraid that might be a bit difficult. Besides, there's barely any diamond mask in Orange Park. Only two are here and aside from the fact that it's very expensive, it's not easy to retrieve.""Who owns it?""Mathias. He is not really an acquaintance and very expensive," he explained."It doesn't matter. Get across to him. I will pay any amount. It's for the greater good anyways," he darted at the watch. We have just less than two hours. The mask needs to get to me in less than an hour," he ordered.Benson bowed slightly. "I will be on my way now. I will contact you after it has been settled," he assured and walked out.Derek looked at Thomas. "I want to have everything that you can get your hand on concerning Clare. I want it before Benson will come back."Thomas bowed once. "Can I make use of your laptop?"Derek nodded once. "S
"But boss_," Benson started suddenly but was cut off by Derek. "I know what in doing," he assured. It was at this moment that everyone was looking at Derek and wondering who he was, coming to the auction in a diamond mask like Clara and even challenging her. Clara craned her neck towards Derek for a moment. Derek couldn't see her facial expression but he knew she silently just warned him. She turned towards the auctioneer again. "One thousand and two hundred dollars," she said suddenly. Derek smiled slightly. "One thousand, two hundred and ten dollars." "Boss!" Herbert and Benson muttered at the same time, shock vivid on their faces. Derek was breaking the rules. Clara hesitated for a moment as if thinking about the whole thing. She chuckled silently. "One thousand and four hundred dollars." "Wow! Anyone else?" The auctioneer announced happily. Derek didn't respond. "Alright. The ticket goes to_" "Two thousand dollars!" Derek announced suddenly. The auctioneer's eyes went w
"Alright boss, I will do_," Benson was interrupted rudely by a sudden thud against the car. There was a woman crying by the driver's side. "Fuck," Benson cursed under his breath and started the ignition. Derek looked at him for a moment, "Stop the car," he ordered. Benson reluctantly did. "Boss." Derek looked at the woman for a while. The windows of the car were tinted, so it was easy for them to see everything happening outside the car but that won't be the same for women. "Do you know the woman?" Benson went quiet. "Do you, Ben?" He asked in a thick voice that emanated authority. "I do," Benson responded in a low voice. "Who is she?" He shook his head briefly. "Let her in." Benson looked at Derek quickly. "No, you can't do that." "Why not?" "You won't be able to help her." Derek ignored his remark. "Let her in," he repeated. Thomas got out of the car and moved over to the driver's side. He murmured some inaudibles to the woman before they both moved to the back seat.