Harry returned back to the event after calming himself with some cigarettes. After all, his date, the lady he came with was still inside. As he walked past the restroom, he happened to hear Brian's voice as he was seriously talking to someone. His eyes narrowed, curious to hear what he was fussing about. Harry strode in gently, trying to remain unnoticed. Brian felt something snap inside him as he heard Albert's words. “Albert, what did you just say?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly. Didn't he say he saw the staff with his father? Why was he saying something completely different? Albert sighed, “Master, the first day your father got sick was the last day I saw the staff. Since I didn't know the importance, I didn't ask him where or why he kept it.” he said, slightly disappointed at himself. If he had known the staff was very important, he would have searched for it before Brian became the CEO. Perhaps Brian's father thought he was going to give Brian the staff personally,
After the Queen's night event, Harry watched as Lyra and Brian walked hand in hand, a smirk etched on his perfect features. Perhaps coming to the Queen’s night wasn't really a bad idea. Now that he had found out about one of Brian's numerous secrets, he was going to use this opportunity well. Becoming a leader of the Tycoon 6 was not a regular thing. Each member controls a large amount of wealth, in trillions of dollars. Tycoon 6, the coming together of six most powerful men in the country, and Brian was among? Isn't he a child compared to members? Even if they would respect him because his father was the past leader, that didn't mean Brian deserved to be the current leader. Harry chuckled darkly, his eyes filled with amusement. He was amused that a young man like Brian was dreaming of something so big and impossible. “He must be stupid.” he muttered below his breath, his voice dripping with disdain. However, he heard something like ‘the mysterious person behind the messages’. W
Brian stared at his phone screen, wondering who the mysterious man could be. His last statement shocked him, and he was yet to recover from it. He inhaled a sharp breath and said, “Yes, you're right. I ordered someone to track you down to get more information about the staff.” The old man chuckled softly, “And you think just anyone would be able to track me?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. After years of working in the military, would a mere person be able to track his number? Hearing the old man's words, Brian narrowed his eyes, slightly confused. “What do you mean?” The old man sighed, “I'm saying it's impossible. You can't track me unless I reveal my location to you.” he said confidently, rendering Brian completely speechless. Just what was this old man saying? The number seemed like an ordinary number so there really shouldn't be anything surprising about it. Brian struggled to find the right words to say as he didn't want to sound rude. After all, this was the only
By James's reaction, Harry could tell how important the staff was to him. Finally, he was going to get back at Brian. First he would take the position as the leader from him, and perhaps become a Tycoon 6 member once he's kicked out. Harry smiled at the thought of Brian getting kicked out of the prestigious group. Ever since Brian became the CEO of the biggest Empire in Ashton Hills, he began to live in his shadow. Although Harry was still respected, but Brian was more sought out than he was. In every Event, Brian was always mentioned and recognized while he would be ignored as usual. Brian became a tall tower he could never reach while he remained below, at the same spot for years. The Heir of the McDaniels Empire, that was what everyone knew him as. For years he remained the heir as his position hasn't changed. Sometimes he even wished for his father's death so he could become the CEO, but his father was as strong as a horse. He never got sick even once. Instead he became strong
James chuckled at Harry's statement. Just like he thought, Harry was still obsessed with becoming a member. “Harry, just who do you think you are?” he asked as he glared at him, “I've told you several times that you're unworthy of this position. Even your father can't become a member of the Tycoon 6 but you want to become one? Are you insane?!” His voice thundered, rendering Harry completely speechless. “Do you think by offering to help me I'll really allow you to join the Tycoon 6? Are you that useful? Harry, don't think so highly of yourself. You're nothing important. Even if you don't decide to help me, you think I won't find someone else?” Harry clenched his fists by his side, trying to control the rage that was brewing inside of him. The fact that James called him useless and unimportant angered him to death. He scoffed, “Mr Walters, what's your conclusion? You're not working with me anymore?” “Of course. You've given me the information I need. Working with you is nothing spec
The young man was stunned by his Master's words. He wondered what relationship Brian had with his master. Since the old man already ordered him to open the gate, The young man bowed respectfully for Brian and allowed him in. Upon getting inside the huge building, Brian gasped in awe. The building was well structured with High pillars. Luxurious cars were packed in one side of the mansion, and there was also a small garden which was decorated with colorful flowers. Merely by the magnificent structure of the building, Brian could tell that the Old man was not an ordinary person. As soon as he got down from his car, he sighted an unfamiliar figure waiting patiently for him. The Old man had white hair and evident wrinkles on his face. His face was stern, and even in his old age, he looked strong. Sighting Brian, a sad smile appeared on his face as the fine man reminded him of Stanley Duke, Brian's father. His facial expression, the color of his hair and the aura around him. It was exac
“I know it's quite hard to handle but it's true. That's the whole truth.” Augustine said as he stared at Brian whose eyes were closed. Brian couldn't wrap his head around the fact that James was the traitor. He was the one obsessed with the staff of authority and the vault. That was the reason why he didn't want Brian to become the leader of Tycoon 6. James was indeed a sly cunning human. It was definitely a set up with the remaining members of the Tycoon 6. “Tell me more about the staff. What does the staff of authority have to do with the Vault?” Brian asked after a while as he leaned closer. Augustine then said, “The staff of authority is the only thing that can open the Vault, and the location of the Vault is written on the Staff of authority. Without the staff, no one can find the vault. That's why James is so obsessed with it.” Augustine then walked over to the wine cellar and picked a very expensive wine. He picked two glasses and poured some for Brian and himself. Walking
Augustine smiled when he saw Brian's expression. “You're an impatient young man, Brian.” he said as he walked over to his side to give him the file. Brian stared at the file in his hands and frowned, this was definitely a blueprint of his father's house. Why was it with Augustine? Without waiting for Brian to talk, Augustine then said, “Your father gave this to me. The staff of authority is in his building, but in a different part as you can see.” Brian stared at the file and asked suspiciously, “How did you know the staff is hidden here?” his voice held a hint of doubt as he stared at Augustine. No matter how true his words sounded, Brian still found it difficult to trust the Old man. “I told you your father and I hid the staff together. So that's the location of the staff.” He said curtly as he noticed Brian's intense gaze on him. If Brian should continue to doubt him this way, then it would be really bad. Augustine wanted to have Brian's trust. All of it. “Then you should know
The warmth of the sun caressed Brian's skin with half his body inside a pool. His hair, damp with water clung to his neck like a second skin while the sound of laughter filled the air. Right next to the pool was a garden filled with so many flowers, It looked unreal. The air was peaceful, calm and serene. He turned to his wife who basked in the sunlight, her skin glowing with youthfulness. In her arms were Ginny and George as she sat next to the garden. She stared at her kids with so much love, her heart filled with content. These past few months had been the best time of her life. Since Tyla was serving her time in prison, she got her company back. Now, Lyra was the chairwoman of Brooks Empire. That's right, she changed the name back to the initial name, and the crumbing company became better under her supervision. “Lyra, are the kids asleep? Don't you want to have fun in the pool?” Brian raised his voice, calling Lyra’s attention as he floated in the pool. Rather than settling do
Tyla tried to resist, but she was still dragged away harshly in the presence of all her employees. They all mocked her, glad that her end was finally here. Tyla cried and begged, but all her cries fell on deaf ears. A few days later after the chaos in Ashton Hills, Lawrence foyer, emerged as the winner of the presidential election, all thanks to Brian and his hard work as well. To thank Brian for everything, he decided to hold a banquet in Brian's name. Lyra strode into the hall with a wide smile on her lips. Her raven-dark hair cascaded down her waist in wavy curls, and the emerald gown she was putting on accentuated her hourglass figure. Her nanny walked right behind her with her kids, Ginny and Georgia, and Lyra couldn't ask for more. She turned to her husband, Brian who walked right beside her, his blue boraldo suit bringing out his striking features. His hair was styled like he should be on the cover of a magazine. His steps were slow, but powerful. Merely by walking, he comma
Dracula was able to escape Duncan's wrath, but Duncan couldn't care less. He was only concerned about the election and the success of it. The presidential election was taking place in Ashton Hills and several other cities across the country. Duncan was nervous and so was Austin, but since they had already bribed, threatened and forced several people, they relaxed a little. A few days ago, Duncan had asked one of his men to check if Brian was really in a critical condition and yes, It was true.Brian was presently in the hospital, bound to several machines because his life was on the line. Duncan couldn't be more excited. Immediately after winning the election, he would instruct his men to finish him up. Right now, the election could proceed with Brian out of the way. Austin walked out of his building, shoulders raised, head held high. He was nervous, but deep down he knew he was going to emerge as the winner. While the election was taking place across all states and cities in the co
In the dead of the night, Brian's car sped down the highway. His bodyguards were positioned in the front of his car. As the car moved smoothly, suddenly, the driver noticed the image of two vehicles from the rear mirror, chasing their vehicle with all their might. Brian's driver, Alex, tightened his grip on the steering and said “Mr Duke, we're being followed.” “What?” Brian asked, slightly confused. After a hectic day at work, he wasn't really ready to encounter such a problem. He placed his hands on his forehead and sighed, “Are you sure about this, Alex?” Alex checked the rear mirror again and confirmed his suspicion, “I'm very sure sir. They're closing in on us.” he continued, stepping on the accelerator. Brian leaned back in his chair, “Alert the other bodyguards about the situation and drive in circles. Going home now is not an option.”Alex nodded, clicked on a button and alerted the bodyguards in front of them. Brian watched as Alex stepped on the accelerator, speeding on t
North Ashton Hills, Members of the dancing 9 were seated around the table, each of their faces filled with dread. Several years of planning, training, working, went down the drain because of Brian Duke. Yes, they had planned to threaten people but Brian was still blocking their path. Duncan slammed his fists on the desk, his skin flushed from anger. He shook his head, “Brian really thinks he can get away with this.” his voice rang out, dripping with venom, “Can you believe he ordered his people to dig out our past?”“What?!” One of the members spat, a look of terror plastered on his face, “He’s digging out our past? What if he gets evidence against us? What then are we going to do?” he added, his eyes fixed on Duncan. Another member turned to Tyla, “You're the reason for this, you b*tch! You've brought this upon us. It's because of your greed, that's why that bastard is after us.” she seethed. Tyla clenched her fists, “How dare you say that to me?! If not for my company, the group
A man opened up the car for Lawrence, and as soon as he alighted from the car, about three to five men accompanied him to the coffee shop. In locations like these, Lawrence looked like the king among mere mortals with his commanding presence. His men stood on guard outside while he pushed the door and walked into the coffee shop.A few days ago, a senator contacted him and told him about Duncan's threats. At first, Lawrence couldn't believe it. He knew Duncan was bringing people to his side, but he never thought Duncan would threaten people to side with Austin. Not until Mike told him about his wife's condition. Mike explained the whole situation to Lawrence, and Lawrence was determined to rescue his wife from the claws of Duncan. Mike couldn't do any other thing than trust the president's words. Working with Duncan was like working with the devil himself. Even after doing all they want, they might still kill his wife in cold blood. He wasn't ready to experience that. Sighting Brian
Ever since the incident that happened during the campaign, Duncan had never had a moment of rest. Apart from how fast Lawrence was progressing, Brian also became stronger with each passing day. If threatening people would bring stronger people to his side, Duncan was determined to find their weakness and use it against them. Seated in a young senator's office, Duncan crossed his legs as his lips curled into a grin, “Mike Harrison, senator of Blackwoods state.” he began, leaning closer to take in his features. Mike had raven dark hair and pale green eyes. Striking features that would charm any lady. He looked like a soft man who wouldn't be able to withstand any pressure. It was exactly the kind of person Duncan was in need of. Weak and vulnerable people. Since Brian and the president were forcing his people to stop working with him, he might as well form alliances with new people. Mike was his new target. He was only a senator, but he had influence like the governor of a whole stat
As the election date moved closer, Lawrence, the president and Brian, worked hand in hand to ensure that the position didn't fall into the wrong hands. It was a sunny afternoon; the trees were green, the air clean and the sky was bright. It was the perfect time to have a campaign, and rather than holding it in Halls, Lawrence held it in a public space, where people moved around freely. There were free drinks, free food and there was no discrimination. People of different status were welcomed, each of them dressed in their best outfits. Lawrence stood on the podium with a microphone in his hands. Rather than having a robotic speech that would bore people, Lawrence conveyed his heartfelt message towards the people. He promised them a brighter future, a better world where everyone would be treated equally. Even though he was the incumbent president, there were still some mistakes he made and so, he assured the people he would keep to his word and amend his mistakes. While Lawrence co
Due to the president's words, Killian did his personal research on the dancing 9, but he realized that It was quite hard to get anything on the group. However, that only fueled his desire to know more, especially why they wanted the presidential position. Few days into the search, Killian confirmed the president's words. The dancing 9 was indeed a group who was involved in illegal activities.Killian had no idea that he had been working with desperate people. People who would kill to get a certain position. If not for the president, he would have been in the dark for ages. Few minutes later, a waiter walked towards him with a tray. He bowed towards Killian, “Good day, sir. I would like to take your order.” Slowly, Killian raised his head to meet the waiter’s eye, “I'm expecting someone soon. I'll take my order once he arrives.” His voice was soft, polite, and unconsciously, the waiter's lips curled into a smile. Killian had a meeting with Austin at this particular restaurant. Howev