Paul could hear their voices and it was mixed with laughter and merriment. The stench of alcohol filled the place and Paul was wondering if it was the same person that was tied to a chair that everyone was celebrating about.But there was something else that caught Paul’s interest. He kept hearing them call out a Red Witch. He had heard the word more than twice already since his eyes fluttered open and from the conversation that his ears were able to pick, it seemed as if the Red Witch wasn’t just an ordinary person.It could be one of their leaders, he thought. Or could it be the person that was assigned to kill him and render whatever punishment they had against him?Paul was suddenly shocked when he received a huge flow of water attacking him on his face. He spluttered and shuddered as his body shook violently, expelling the water from his lungs. His throat was constructed painfully as he tried to draw breath. He shook his face repeatedly so that the water could fall off his face a
He didn’t want Grandpa Leonard to suffer more than he already had and he was feeling as though he should have done more to protect Grandpa Leonard.Grandpa Leonard was also tied with bonds to the wheelchair and his face was set in a mask of grim determination as he endured the agony, his eyes narrowed with focus against the torrent of pain.“I am the head of the Imperial Society Syndicate, not him,” Pail spoke, trying to defend Grandpa Leonard.“Son, do not worry about me. This is not the time to speak of vain things,” Grandpa Leonard spoke sternly as if to tell Paul not to worry about him.The Red Witch erupted in a burst of laughter that echoed through the hall, her expression twisted into a malicious smile as she took pleasure in her evil deeds. It brought her so much joy to see Paul and Grandpa Leonard sit side-by-side and have their faces contorted with grief.Her smile curved into a malicious grin as she turned towards Paul. “Long time, no see Paul Leonard. Don’t tell me that yo
Paul who was darting from side to side in confusion soon saw a figure in front of him. His ropes were cut off a lightning speed as he was escorted out of the hall by a figure.Paul gasped in shock when he saw the figure that had come to protect him.“Dane Michaelson?!” Paul gasped in surprise. “Is this you? What are you doing?”Dane Michaelson was Paul’s long-term friend and high schoolmate who had always been like a guardian angel to him. He always protected Paul from bullies when he was in high school and even had a young age, Dane Michaelson had impressive fighting skills that he used to defeat anyone who came across him to defy him or any of his friends. Paul learned a few fighting skills from Dane but their friendship was put to a halt when Dane had to travel far away for a scholarship. He promised that he was going to be back though and that he would always keep an eye on him.“I told you that I would be back for you, didn't I?” Dane spoke in a hurried tone, his words coming o
“Where have you been?” Paul Leonard asked with suspicious eyes as Sarah returned home very late at night.“Why are you asking me where I have been? Of course, I had a lot of work to do at the office. Naturally, I won't get back early. Some of us actually know what we're doing with our lives,” Sarah Winston retorted, flaring her hair.She looked very exhausted. It was her birthday and their 4th wedding anniversary but Sarah seemed uninterested in spending time with her husband.Paul waited hours at the family restaurant because they planned a dinner date but she didn't show up despite his several phone calls which were left unanswered.“What is that supposed to mean? Did you forget our dinner date? It's your birthday and our wedding anniversary. I don't want to have another argument with you today but lately, there has been something fishy about your behavior.”Sarah seemed to have had enough of Paul’s ranting. She wondered why Paul did not seem to get the hints that she had been throw
Paul heaved a sigh. He didn't want any more trouble from the Winstons but the dark glares that Lady Winston and Jude Bournemouth threw at him forced him to pause his movement.“What are you still doing here? Have you not signed it?” Jude questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.“Signed what?” Paul asked.“The divorce agreement, you dummy,” Jude retorted. “Are you not tired of having a mistress who pushes you around? Pfff! Behave like a man for once and find something useful to do with your life because you don't have a place here”.“Mr. Bournemouth, Sarah is still my wife despite our misunderstandings. We will work things out as long as you don't come in between us,” Paul protested.Jude forced out a low chuckle which suddenly turned into full-blown mocking laughter. “You sissy of a man. Are you also going to take care of my child for me inside her belly? Sarah must have endured a lot staying with a pauper like you.”Paul was rooted to the spot. Something inside of him hoped that Sarah was
Paul arrived at the New York City Police Precinct. The Police officers all had mean faces. He was directed to sit in the reception area but he had been waiting for almost 3 hours without anyone attending to him despite his polite requests to officers who were passing by to know why he was summoned.He knew that they were very aware that he was waiting because they were whispering words to each other and stealing glances at him. They must be gossiping about me, he thought.But why would they be having a chatter about him? He checked the wall clock and it was already 10 pm but since he didn't have anywhere he would have slept the night anyway, he kept mute for a few more minutes until he finally voiced out. “Am I being kept here purposely? Why is no one answering me? Can I leave now or is there still an arrest? His voice was tinged with worry as he cleaned the sweat off his face with his elbow. He had had one hell of a day.A few minutes later, an officer approached him. He had a ster
“Bullshit! Look into my eyes. I have been doing this job for almost 25 years. I can tell when a suspect is just making a show or pretending to have no idea about something,” Officer Astrid snapped her fingers toward Paul.“I am not making a show Ma’am,” Paul pleaded.“Officer!” Astrid raised her voice irritably. “You refer to me as an officer.”“Alright Officer Astrid,” Paul swallowed a bit, trying to catch his breath. “I know these memos and financial statements. They were the basis of my work with Lord Winston before he died but these…..”Officer Hall interrupted him abruptly. “Good! You are finally realising that you are guilty so why are we still here?”Paul wondered why the officers were already pronouncing him guilty. Was their job not to find the truth? He knew that Ponzi scheme interrogations are usually extensive and it was completely strange not even to ask any questions from any member of the Winston family.He wasn't even a member of their family anymore so why would he su
In the blink of an eye, the masked men escorted Paul to a black Volkswagen Amarok truck.He was taken to the back seat with two masked men sitting on either side of him as a young lady drove the truck. The truck didn't have even a single scratch despite colliding with the prisoner transport van, which suffered a lot of damage. The interior of the truck was modern-looking and the leather upholstery alone was able to tell the quality of the truck.“Young master, we are very happy to have found you after all these years,” the young lady driving the truck said. She seemed very calm as opposed to Paul whose eyes darted around the interior of the truck, his breathing very rapid.“You can remove your masks now,” she instructed the masked men. “Take care of his wound too.”The men immediately took off their masks and Paul could see their true faces - they were like normal calm human beings as opposed to the monsters that they looked like with the mask.Paul felt a little relieved seeing thei