"Young man, Nora is not a chick that you can just grab and take home; there should be a protocol and let everyone know your intention with her. I'm so sorry I called for your arrest earlier. I hope Nora is doing fine." The head doctor was aware that Nora and her brother had been admitted but didn't know who he was until James showed up in the hospital. He was glad that the duo had a younger parent. "Yes, she is; she is on her way to Alfred Teaching Hospital to learn nursing," James replied to the head doctor. The other nurses didn't allow the head doctor to reply before they started bashing James with ill words."Tell another lie; just tell us you have impregnated her because you look like nothing but a pervert," the head nurse screeched. "That girl can never be admitted to a local medical school, not to mention Alfred School; just admit what the head nurse said.""Apologise for saying that, Pervert!" James demanded an apology. "This shameless idiotic fool is asking me to apologi
James left the hospital and got into his car to find his way back home. He had not driven a metre when he saw the same boy Nora had warned not to be seen on the roadside begging. He reduced his speed to confirm if he was the same boy, but the boy was so smart that he had identified the car and took his heel immediately. He sighted James inside the car. James pursued him with his car, drove past him, and quickly got down. The boy spun and began to run back. James screamed and begged the boy to stop running so that he would not take him to the police. "Wait, stop running away. I promised I wouldn't take you to the police; I just want help, please."The boy felt the sincerity in his statement and spun again. "I stopped because you said you wouldn't call the police; if you do, I won't forgive you. Promise me once again.""I promise," James said softly. He slowly walked to the boy in order not to scare him away. He grabbed his hand as he got to him and carried him to his car. The boy
The boy directed him as he drove; he almost drove two kilometres before the boy stopped him. James could not stop asking the boy if they had gotten there, but the boy would tell him to continue. "Stop here; your car can't get into the street; we have to walk the remaining distance.""I hope you haven't taken me to the wrong place because this place is far away.""I came to a far place so that I wouldn't be recognised."James looked at the boy beside him with cold eyes and thought, "How could a small boy have this kind of intelligence?""You know what? Let us get down."He unfastened his seat belt and got down. The boy did the same and wanted to get down, but James had locked him inside. He went to his side and opened the door for him to get out. They both headed into the dirty street they saw in front of them. The street was close, and it had no lane that a car could pass. James tightened his grip on the boy's thin hand as they walked. The boy halted at the front of a tent, and J
As James handed Ethan over to his mother, he found his way home only to meet the door to the entrance open, and the thing they went to buy was in the living room. He raced and rushed to their rooms, but they could not be found. He clenched his teeth as he heard them laughing in Maureen's room. He held them dear to his heart; they had become his weakness. He snapped out of his anger and strode to Maureen's room. He thought sending them away would be the best thing because they were inside talking and chatting with Maureen. Maureen used to relax by this time of the day, but they were inside his room discussing with her. Small James was an extrovert; he could talk from January to December. James had entered Maureen's rooms; Nora and Maureen had seen him, but Small James hadn't because he was busy telling Maureen all he was when they went out. James cleared his throat, and he was shocked that he was caught talking. Maureen and Nora laughed at him as he became gentle immediately. "Wel
Alberto visited Samroto, and they discussed the president of Winslow. "I know you are a prominent person in Winslow; having a 10% share in that company is not a joke. I would have partnered with you, but I like to shoot my waggon to the sky."Samroto secretly gawked at Samroto for a defeating remark he made about his shares: if he had had a 10% share of Winslow, he would be at the top of the world. The only 0.000008 he had would soon be liquidated; he knew no one would step on Winslow's toes and go scot-free. A fake smile spread across his face and he retorted, "10% share is not a joke, friend.""Yes, it is not a joke, but sleep can't be compared with death; when you sleep, you wake up, and death is final and whole. I want something like whole; your share is quite good too; maybe I will link Darren, my useless son-in-law to you; you can assist his business, but for me, your share is too low," he berated him. "Alright, I will help whoever you recommend, but I heard that you are not
The annual event people had been waiting for had finally arrived. Many prominent figures in society could not wait to be there; the invited and non-invited would be there; they were eager to know who the Heir of Winslow was, and some were meeting in to strike a deal. Among the people who were eager to meet the heir was Alberto. Fleets of expensive cars had lined up in his compound; he borrowed more than the ones he owned. He hired twenty bodyguards, five saxophonists, and a chef who would make intercontinental dishes available. He wanted to show Heir that he was capable. He spent nothing less than 50 million dollars on the event. Alberto waited outside his compound to scrutinise people going with him; he criticised whoever said that his or her dresses were not good enough. He would be getting the attention of a lot of people today, and he would not like fingers to be pointed at any member of his family. He was grateful that useless James was not with them because he never had good c
Alberto got out of the car, grinning from ear to ear. People were admiring him because he had a VVIP card. They thought the people closer to the heir were the only ones getting the car, not knowing the card was made for humiliation. Only the wise among the people who would be at the VVIP table would escape through. High-class people would not consider his presence when he was met outside and started coming to greet him one after the other to gain the favour of the heir. "Good afternoon, Pa Alberto,"He spun to see who was greeting him, and he opened his mouth in surprise and returned the greetings: "Esien of Abert Group, you came too.""I will sue your company for bearing my name without paying me for the service my name is rendering for you," he teased. Essen grinned and replied to the first comment, "Yes, I did. I always come to annual events every year. I dare not miss this one, where the heir would be present.""That is very good of you." Alberto patted him on the shoulder bec
Everyone was more surprised when James sat on the grand chair with his legs crossed. Everyone's mouth was wide open in the VVIP fool and the down floor. They wondered who the hell the servant was who pulled stunts after cleaning the chair. and they began to curse him. People at the VVIP gawked at him. Alice could not help but hide her face because she didn't want to be tagged as his ex; it would be a disgrace for her. He sat on the grand ancestral chair. Samroto's body began to shake violently on the floor, and his son, who stood behind him, helped him out of the building. He knew no one would be able to sit if not for the blood of Winslow; the man was indeed Winslow's heir. He feared that James wouldn't let him go without punishing him for disrespecting him. He meant to serve him the same way he served his father. He stood up and retreated inside. His son asked him why he was scared but didn't utter a word. He dares not cross another line by revealing himself. Martinez was