"Get out of here!" yelled Beth like crazy as Baxter held her.Curtis just shook his hands to get rid of the coffee dripping all over his body. His clothes were soaked in hot coffee.But Curtis didn't care about the pain of that hot drink burning his skin. For him, it was much more painful to watch everyone reject him for what he had done."You're a miserable parasite and you'll never be up to our standards. It doesn't matter that you're the heir. To me, you're still a pauper," shouted Beth, who didn't stop insulting Curtis."I think it's better if you leave, Curtis," said Baxter."Yes, Curtis. It's for the best. Go back to the mansion," suggested Amber."Who the hell do you think you are to have an opinion in this discussion?" shouted Beth, addressing Amber, "you're just a damn maid who took advantage of my son's stupidity."Curtis felt a strong rage seeing how Beth insulted Amber. He clenched his fists so hard, so hard that even his nails dug into the skin of his palms and made him b
The next day, Curtis woke up much earlier than the rest of the people in the mansion. He went straight to the garden and sat there to contemplate the pool in complete solitude.He loved having some peace, and the silence was undisturbed. Only the chirping of birds could be heard in the distance, accompanying the sunrise."Good morning, Mr. Curtis. Would you like something to eat?" Alfred asked, arriving unexpectedly and breaking the lovely silence."Good morning, Alfred. Have Carson and Beth returned yet?" Curtis asked, lifting himself slightly from the chair."I'm afraid not, sir," Alfred said with the firmness characteristic of a butler."It's very strange. Baxter said over the phone that it was just a minor thing and they would be back home yesterday.""I only know they haven't returned, Mr. Curtis.""Don't worry, Alfred. Please just bring me a glass of orange juice," Curtis ordered and pondered Carson's health.Alfred returned after a few minutes with an exquisite glass of orange
"You can leave this mansion calmly in handcuffs, or you can leave forcibly subdued by a police officer. The decision is yours," said Inspector Ascanio, leaning forward slightly. "Neither. There's no need for handcuffs or brute force. I'll accompany you without any resistance," Curtis stood up and prepared to accompany Inspector Ascanio. "Very clever of you," the inspector praised Curtis's willingness and also stood up to leave for the county jail. Curtis fastened the button of his elegant suit and pointed to the exit with his hand, being very polite and refined. While Curtis was being arrested at the Stanton mansion, the clinic where Carson died was in chaos. The news had leaked to the press, and all the journalists were fighting to get some information. Even the police were forced to intervene to prevent these reporters from harassing the Stanton family. Ámbar cried inconsolably in the waiting room where she was forced to stay. Baxter accompanied her at the back of the room, an
"It's nothing personal, Curtis," the prisoner said, cracking his knuckles after hitting Curtis with all his strength. "They threatened to kill us if we didn't beat you up," the other prisoner explained, returning to his bunk. Curtis lay on the floor after receiving a severe beating. His body was sore, and he could barely move. "D-don't... Don't worry," Curtis said with effort, coughing in pain. "I don't blame you." At that moment, Curtis began to recall all the moments he had lived in the Stanton mansion and all the bad decisions that had led him to that place. He wondered what would have happened if he had never retaliated against Carson's blow. He closed his eyes and deeply regretted Carson's death. Surely Joseph and he were insulting him from beyond at that precise moment. For a second, Curtis hated himself deeply. "Forgive me, Joseph, please," Curtis said with great emotion as a tear escaped from his eyes. A small family gathering had gathered in the clinic to mourn Carson'
A sudden rain began to fall over the city, soaking everything in its path. Some people took it as God's tears mourning the death of Carson Stanton, while for others, it was merely the onset of the cold winter.Two burly men guarded a gigantic door behind them. They were dressed very elegantly in completely identical black suits.The door they guarded was truly massive. It measured ten meters high and five meters wide, and behind that door lay the Ballmer mansion with all its luxuries.These burly men took shelter from the rain under a small roof at the top of the door. They were there twenty-four hours a day.From a distance, they could see a man approaching slowly, walking in the pouring rain."Do you think he's a threat?" one of the men asked."I don't know. He's alone and doesn't seem very strong," the other man said, "it's better to wait for him to arrive and see what he wants."The stranger in the rain approached closer and closer until they could finally see his face.It was Luc
"It's beautiful!" exclaimed Charles Ballmer as he looked at the document Lucius placed in front of him to be signed.For a mafioso like Charles, having a corporation like the Stantons to cover his crimes was an incredible advantage. It was the most feasible way to expand his shady businesses to other countries."You just have to sign here, and you'll have all the right in the world to freely trade with Stanton Corporation," said Lucius, placing the pen in front of him.Without hesitation, Charles Ballmer stamped his signature on the document, now equipped with a very important tool to become an international mafioso. All ships and trade routes were at his disposal."And now what?" asked Charles Ballmer, handing the pen back to Lucius."The first thing you need to do is to keep your word and get Curtis out of jail.""That's not a problem, Lucius.""Very well. I will go to court to make this document public, and then it will have all the validity in the world, even when Curtis loses his
The astonishment on the coroner's face made Beth alarmed as she realized she had made a grave mistake."How do you say? Of course, it's poison!" Beth took the vial, snatching it from the coroner's hands to examine it herself.The coroner sighed and frowned slightly annoyed by Beth's attitude."It's a very strong anesthetic, a family of belladonna. It's capable of plunging people into a very deep sleep," he explained."A deep sleep?" Beth widened her eyes to their fullest upon hearing this information from the coroner."Very deep. So deep that a person can slow down their heart rate to the point of believing they're dead," he said, gripping Beth's shoulders.Beth fell silent for a moment, assimilating the coroner's words, and it didn't take her long to understand the situation."Carson is alive!" exclaimed Beth."Alive and very close to waking up," the coroner indicated.Beth turned her body and took a few steps away from the coroner, appearing pensive."You should feel joy, Beth. Your
Charles Ballmer was sitting at his private desk, watching as the seconds ticked away on the clock on his wall.It was the first time he would attack a police station, but his deal with Curtis was something he couldn't break.*Knock, knock* came from the office door, indicating someone wanted to enter."Come in!" said Charles Ballmer. It was his butler."Mr. Ballmer, the men are ready and waiting for your order to leave the mansion," he reported."Thank you, Alfonso. Please have them wait for a moment. I would like to speak with them," Charles replied."Right away, sir," said the butler as he went to fetch the men who would carry out the operation.Charles stood up from his chair and began to look out the window with his arms crossed behind his back.Five burly men with the faces of criminals entered the private office while the butler, Alfonso, closed the door."You wanted to see us, sir," said the leader of the men."I just wanted to make sure you were clear on what you were going to