He saw Mr. Barn running in his direction, pleading."So you really like your position, yet you don't want others to prosper?" Rex asked him. "Well, I'll get you a new job, but for this firm, I don't think it's suitable for you to manage."He dipped his hand in his chest pocket, brought out his card, and gave it to him."This is my contact; call me by 6:50 p.m. today and I will tell you everything about your new work," he concluded, leaving the man and walking in the direction Jackson packed the car."First mission accomplished, now back to the school saga; this is exactly how I'll be dealing with them all," he muttered and entered the car. They sped off to Mr. Alphonsus's residence.As they arrived, he told Jackson the mission was not yet over and to get ready to drive him back to New Heaven Estate.He rushed to his room and picked up most of his clothes, leaving only the ones he would be wearing whenever he visited his grandfather or came for a holiday."I'm set; let's go," he told J
He turned toward Barrister Adair and saw him smiling. He walked up to him and hugged him. "You're indeed an underestimated secret heir," Barrister Adair said as they separated from each other's bodies. Rex thanked him for the wonderful artwork, and for those two talented artists, he requested their bank account details; however, Mr.Adair refused at first that he shouldn't pay them; he told Rex he would take care of their payments and that just what he decided to do for him as a welcome gift, but Rex instead told him he just wanted to appreciate and support their talent, not pay for what they did for him, and Mr. Adair had no other option but to accept. As soon as he accepted, those two young men developed broad faces, and it was obvious that someone could notice they were not happy at first when Mr. Adair wanted to stop Rex from collecting their account information. "236....." the first guy called, and Rex dialed as he was calling. "Rex Hudson?" Rex asked, making sure he got the r
"We're highly honored to have Miss Beauty—the irresistible temptation, Cassandra—and the altruistic nigga—the only millionaire student, Kanye West—tonight!" he announced. There was a massive stir at the moment, and immediately Cassandra and Kanye climbed the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, let's make some noise for the two lovebirds among us!" The duo was parading as the MC was hailing them. DJ, play some music for them; let's do this; let's make it happen!" The MC remarked. The DJ played a famous song and turned on the volume higher; the rhythms filled the room, which made it hard for anyone to easily hear each other. Cassandra and Kanye started dancing to the rhythms of the music, followed by the crowd, each with their partner. They danced, and she started twerking. This caused most boys there to be carried away because her ass was at the point of being seen completely due to the mini gown that had a high thigh slit. She began to lose control over herself as she was delighted t
Cassandra stood there looking perplexed; she didn't know how to handle the situation. Though they perform all sorts of dirty acts in the club and it doesn't get past the club building, she knows perfectly well that the school would be set ablaze if she went on with the act. However, she has no choice; she couldn't reject it as her boyfriend has already accepted it. The party continued, and it would be a few more minutes before the party would be over. Cassandra's heart was already beating hard. "Yo, ladies and gentlemen, the party is coming to an end. I hope you all were entertained. In the meantime, let's not forget Cassandra is going to have a nightstand with that young man; it could be you next time," the MC uttered. Finally, it was over; everyone was already drunk, and the hall was filled with the redolence of alcohol and cigarettes. Kanye was seen looking drunk as well, whilst Cassandra wasn't; this was because of the issue that left her disheartened—the promise Kanye, her boy
Before he could finish his statement, his phone started ringing. Curious about who the caller could be, he sighed and stretched his hand on the mini table to pick up the phone. "Hopefully, this would be a nice call because I've already had enough of a rough day for today," he lamented and gazed at the door, making sure Cassandra had vamoosed. He checked the name written on his phone screen and was delighted that it was his friend; however, he was worried if everything was okay with him for calling him at such an hour; it was already late, nearly ten o'clock p.m. "Hello, buddy... oh that... don't worry, I'll storm the event; see you there," he hung up. It was Andrea who called him; he reminded him that the date of the charity program was rapidly approaching and asked him if he would attend. Little did he know that Rex had since planned how to attend the event and set up the three different schools that would join them ablaze with his action. Already feeling sleepy, he dropped the p
"I'm really sorry that I came without your awareness," Jackson pleaded. "I got a phone call from him saying he tried calling you but you didn't pick up his call," he explained. "So that led you both to come here, I put it to you, Jackson, you've been spying on me," he said, smirking. "Do you think I've forgotten the incident that happened on that early morning — the morning I encountered you at the staircase, and you fretted as you saw me?" he added. "So you think I'm too young to be easily fooled?" He questioned.There was a clear, confused expression written on the manager's face. He wondered what resulted in those words Rex was saying; he wasn't even excited to see him or ask him about the car they agreed he would deliver to him. Was it even his fault? He tried calling Rex as he instructed him so he could tell him his new address, but ended up being snubbed. 'Young master, please don't get me wrong, we're here for your car; I took him to your apartment, but we didn't see you, so
"Good day, sir. You appear to be confused. Have you had any negative experiences with our services?" The woman at the reception center inquired. Rex sighed as he realized someone had noticed his misbehavior. "No, nothing at all," he said, trying to cover up his embarrassing attitude. He didn't want them to notice he was a local chap. He approached the receptionist and requested a card, as he saw others coming out with cards. "How much did you say it cost?" Rex asked, making sure he heard the lady right because he thought the price he just heard from her was a mistake."$2,000, sir," the lady remarked. Rex raised his eyebrow in shock; he never imagined there could be a place where people spend so much money just for a haircut. Immediately, he remembered where he was— it was the barbershop where almost all the inmates of New Heaven Estate cut and styled their hair. He gulped and requested the card. The woman handed him the card back after deducting $2,000 from it — the credit card
It was early morning, about 6:00 p.m., and Rex woke up to see his phone ringing. When he answered the phone call, the news he heard astounded him. "Unbelievable! So early?" Rex exclaimed as he stepped out of his house to meet the man humbly standing, waiting for him to come out. "No wonder, I heard a horn that sounded as if it was from this building, but I ignored it as I concluded it could be the car of another estate inmate," Rex said with a joyful expression. The manager of De Chris Automobiles has finally delivered the brand-new car. It was a sleek sports car that had all the features he could ever desire: GPS, heated seats, a sunroof, and a sound system that could vibrate your eardrums. He was filled with gratitude, thankfully, as no one was awake yet to see the car because he hated showing off life. He could not wait for the next day for him to drive to the charity event; thankfully, he was an errand boy, and this had helped him learn how to drive; if not, he would be enroll