Immediately, Larson lowered his head and bowed for Brian, “Mr Duke, we're deeply sorry! Forgive these ignorant people.” he said, hoping Brian wouldn't take action on this incident. “We're deeply sorry!” Reed frowned, “Mr Seethal!” he snapped, “Why are you apologizing to the arro—” “Silence! About the case, count me out! ” Larson spat, cutting him off, “You don't know what you've brought upon yourself.” he continued. He turned back to face Brian, “Mr Duke, we're truly sorry. Please forgive us.” Brian chuckled slightly, “I'm quite surprised to meet you here, Larson.” he began, raising his group member’s shoulder, “Rise, you're not in the wrong.” he said proudly and Larson smiled, “Thank you so much for having mercy upon us, Mr Duke!” Reed couldn't control the anger that was building up within him. He had never felt so embarrassed in his entire life. They had brought someone to insult Brian and make him pay, but this same person was apologizing to Brian
“What?!” They all said at the same time, shock written all over their faces, “What audacity!” the young lady spat, her cheeks flushed red in anger, “Do you think Mr Gerald here would choose you over us? That's imposs—” “Security!” Gerald yelled, pushing the young lady away. He walked towards Brian and bowed deeply, “Mr Duke, please pardon me. I should be blamed. I'll make sure these people are taught a lesson they'll never forget.” At the same time, two well studded body guards walked forward, their facial expressions cold and frightening. Gerald pointed at the young lady, Reed, Stephen and the other man, “Drag them out of here!” he seethed, deeply angered by their actions. Brian wasn't someone who liked attending public events, but he decided to honor him because they were group members. Just when he had been excited due to Brian's presence, some idiots chose the same day to make a fuss. With this thought in mind, Gerald yelled, “Even if they're reluctant, drag t
West Ashton Hills, Legal agreement Tribunal, The large doors of the courtroom were opened, and the air thickened from unseen tension. High walls, white paintings and high ceilings. Everyone held sophisticated expressions on their faces, each of them dreading the outcome of the whole case. However, amidst the whole chaos, Brian Duke was quite relaxed. His raven–dark hair was combed neatly, and his tailored suit stood out among others. He watched as his lawyer, Clinton, defended him like his life depended on it. His lips curled up in a smile as he directed his gaze towards Tyla who shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her hands were balled into fists and Brian could see the bulging veins on her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed red, nervousness crawling into her skin. Her lawyer, Nathan, seemed to be failing, but she chose to hang on and believe. Duncan had recommended him to her, but they had planned for Larson Seethal if something like this happene
Tyla shook her head, unwilling to accept the truth, but the court session had already ended. The judge had closed the case and everyone else left to their various homes. Tyla slammed her fists on the desk, anger swirling in her eyes, “Nathan!” she seethed, “Tell me this is not true! Tell me this is not true!” Nathan averted his eyes and dragged himself up, “I'm sorry, Miss Brooks, but that is really the end.” he said, turning around to leave. Tyla walked after him, unwilling to allow him leave after he had ruined her life. Upon getting outside the court, Tyla stretched and grabbed his hands, “Go talk to the judge. Bribe him, force him, just do something!” “Miss Brooks,” Nathan breathed, trying to pry her hands away, “You've not experienced a court case before? Once the judge passes the judgment, do you think anything could be done?” he asked, his gaze fixed on her.Tyla chuckled darkly, “Why did you promise me then? Why did you promise me you could handle the case?!” she snapped
Brian walked into his home with a wide smile on his lips, eager to tell Lyra about the news. He placed his suitcase on the chair and walked up the stairs to find Lyra. He pushed the door of their room open and saw her curled up in bed, her long hair sprawled on the white pillows. As soon as he closed the door shut, Lyra's eyes shot open and a small gasp escaped her lips, “Brian.” “Lyra.” Brian beamed, taking long strides towards her, “We finally won!” he yelled, pulling her into a warm hug, but Lyra seemed lost. She pushed his chest and raised a brow, “Won what?” she asked, confusion evident in her expression and Brian chuckled. “I won the case.” Brian said, pointing at himself, “Tyla was asked to pay me instead and if she doesn't, the Harlow Empire becomes mine!” “That's not true.” Lyra shook her head, rising to her feet as her eyes stung with tears. She placed her hands on her chest and shook her head, “Brian, we really won the case?” she asked, unwilling to believe it and Brian
“Mineral resources?” Brian asked again and Albert nodded, “Yes, but I'm yet to find its exact location. All I know is that it's present in North Ashton Hills.” Brian stroked his chin and leaned backwards, “Then make sure you get the information about the exact location. If they're targeting the place, then I must do the same. I need to get there before them.”“Alright, master, I'll make sure I get the location.” Albert paused for a while and inhaled a deep breath, “Master, there's something else I managed to get. It hasn't been announced on the news yet, but a presidential campaign held by the dancing 9 for Albert Crest would be coming up soon.” “A presidential campaign for their puppet?!” Brian asked, anger surging through his veins. Now he could understand why they needed Tyla's company. Now the Dancing 9 was strong enough to hold a campaign. Brian was sure that they would win people to their sides all in the name of doing good. With how much they've acquired from their illegal
Meanwhile, Tyla and other members of the Dancing 9 had been preparing for the campaign like their life depended on it. It was their second campaign in a few months. And It was extremely important, especially for Duncan Crist, the leader of the group. After a few sunsets, It was finally time for the Campaign, the most awaited event of the whole city. As time passed by, Austin Crist gained more recognition in Ashton Hills, so quite a number of people looked forward to the campaign. Austin stared at his reflection in the mirror as he fixed his tie. His hair was neatly combed to the back and he was dressed in the finest suit. He tucked his hands into his pocket and checked out his looks one final time before heading out. His fame and everything he acquired at this age was all thanks to the dancing 9, so he was indebted to them. If being controlled would make him the president of a whole country, then he was definitely in for it. As he descended the stairs, Austin's gaze landed on Dunca
Lawrence furrowed his brows, taken aback by Brian's statement. He picked up the paint from the slab next to him and brought his hands to the oil painting, “What do you mean, Mr Duke?” Brian sighed as he walked towards the president. He bowed slightly before sitting on one of the chairs. He placed his hands on his thighs, “Mr President, I apologize for coming to your home unannounced. It's because of the gravity of the situation.” Brian's statement made Lawrence even more confused. He paused, averting his eyes from the oil painting, “Tell me what the matter is and why is Ashton Hills at stake?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. “The presidential election is coming soon, but people are planning to kick you out of the race and hope of re-election.” “What?!” Lawrence asked, a slight chuckle hanging on his lips, “I'm sure I'll win the election. I'm the people's choice.” he said, focusing on the oil painting again, “Do you think a new person can just come from anywhere to claim