Warren overtaking Clifford was still a nightmare. How could a fake Spectre take over his own original and limited edition at that?This left everyone restless and in panic, lucky enough for them they didn’t get anything, unlike the patriarchs who lied down their shares just for Warren to lose.They were still dumbfounded. No one would think Warren whom they have completely overlooked will fail would overtake Clifford's car at such speeds and manoeuvresRita was a butch, she lied about Warren knowing his ways with cars and driving recklessly was a trait of a car racer.Clifford was not halfway through with the race on the road and Warren had taken a turn through the road and yes heading towards them.Vroom…Clifford increased his car acceleration but his car won’t just go fasterWhen Clifford reached the finish line, there was a loud clap resonating through the air. His eyes almost bulged out as they looked around to find out the cheers were not for him but for his opponent.He hit his
Clifford had barely the temper to think if he lost face in the predefined presence of his friends they would kick him and question his integrity.Furiously he chewed on his jaw and to see his gaze to the car combustion engine with the coffee in his hand he poured it infinitely.He raised his head and glared at every single one of them gathered there. “Look here I'm not a sore pathetic loser like Warren, I will not seek the sympathy of the good for nothing Sawyer decided to marry.”Suddenly he carried another gallon and poured his car until it was filled up and was pouring with the coffee not too long one of his friends rushed to sit in front of the driver's seat and start the car.At first, the car didn’t want to start but then smoke started emanating distorting the sound of his car engine that kept going off and slipping down he stood grim despite the burning sensation in his heart.The onlookers were extremely thrilled and excited and were now talking and murmuring in the background
Clifford proudly replied to their questions especially when they asked about securing a spot with the Welsh group. “Sure! you can! forward your resume, my dad can’t reject your resume in my hand he will get you one of their best start-off jobs.”Warren was shocked by all this, what is this bully turning his Welsh group into? he's busy chartering people just anyone and using his father as an excuse. More so he didn’t know that the man held such a high position. but now that he knows he won't sleep over it since his son wants to abuse the connection he has.This was Clifford flashing his flamboyance and indirectly firing his father. Warren quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket and searched for the name of Clifford's father on the lists of workers at the Welsh group, he found out that Clifford was right regarding the position his father held.He then placed a phone call that was unstable and walked to the corner when he noticed that all eyes were on him regarding the race and the
The lady did not stop there she went on to put the painting on display. With the same disgust clouding her features.Warren stared at her in shock. So her judgement was only a measure of how well each of Deerick's classmates were doing and Sawyer's gift isn’t enough. Just some hours ago before Clifford went down the drill they hyping him and celebrating the fact that he came in such an extraordinary car.One of their classmates stood up. “I brought the best wild ginseng root for you to brew your coffee with.”Derrick thanked each one of them, he collected the box of ginseng and opened it and a well-stashed ginseng root was inside, single the root had been known for its herbal benefits one could guess how much it was worth, it was worth thousands of dollars and more.Another of his classmates came down he stuffed his hand into his pocket flew his pen across the paper and handed Derrick a cheque for twenty thousand dollars.He kept receiving gifts from each other of their classmates. So
A deep garnet-purple wine washed down Warren's face before he could drop the platter in his hand on the table."This is Chateau Margaux. You should count yourself lucky that it's washing away the poverty in your blood. " Floyd Galen swirled the glass in his hand in the air.He relaxed his back against the lounge with a woman sitting on his lap, a wide smile spread across her face. Warren looked at them and did not answer them."What about it?" The woman, Maeve deliberately inquired."It costs $219,000, it's one of the most expensive wines in the world.'' The man in a well-groomed suit that cost an awesome amount chided.She gaped in extreme shock. Then lifted her gaze at Warren. "Oh my God, you must be extremely rich and hard-working.""Darling why are you stressing, Warren here doesn't appreciate what that means." She mocked while pouring Floyd Galen another glass.Warren's heart aches, the woman that is mocking him is Maeve, Maeve is his girlfriend's best friend and knows how he str
Wincing in pain, Warren forced himself up to the Baritone Resort, he got to the manager. "Warren, you look terrible, what happened to you?""Don't worry, I have come to you for half payment of my salary."The manager gave him pitiful eyes, Warren had worked for him for almost a year now and within that period he was punctual, getting home deliveries done as extra while serving the people that came and went into the resort.Giving him half of his salary for treatment was not a big deal; he expected the man to understand he had no money.The man sighed. "My hands are tied, I can't help you." Warren hit his hand on the table wincing from the pain in his rib. "I need it for treatment! Can't you fucking see?"The man went flat for moments."Loser! Do you think I need you? You can die if you want, this is not a charity organisation!" He screams.Warren hit his hand on the table again. "What! I worked for it, it's my sweat."The man tore out a paper and slammed it on the table. "Get out, yo
Warren has no friends in the whole of Cleveland that was because they are higher than him in the social pyramid, no one would dare mock him in such a manner to the extent of driving an exotic car to the middle of the road.The man crawled closer to him, "Young master Warren hit me as you like, I failed to protect you." The man repeated, four men rushed behind him and fell to their knees behind him.His orifices dilate at the grandiloquent car, despite his poor status, he has high taste, Mercedes is one of the brands that will keep you hooked to Warren he was determined to get rich but in a day! That is scary!This is just a dream! He thought.Although he finds everything too fantasy to believe he clears his throat. "Who are you? even at the brink of death, you are mocking me.""No! Young master Warren." The man raised his head. The headlight from the car reflected on the man's features. The first beam revealed the man's wrinkled line, Warren squints his eyes, "you! I know you."The m
Harlan got to his feet, took four steps back and now Warren grabbed a gun from the security and pointed it to his head. Pulling the trigger."Stop!" Warren commands. Harlan held a confused stare, "there is no need," he dropped his hand.What Harlan didn't know was that Warren wanted to ask himself if Harlan would listen to him and obey him. He looked at the Gold card in his hand and the autopsy.Seeing the picture of his parents, he collapsed, and Harlan rushed towards him. Warren couldn't put himself together. Who on earth could be this cruel to have them annihilated, he digs his finger into the ground. all his life he had lived with that guilt. Guilt of the event from that night."Cover the young master, nobody must see him cry on his knees." He commanded and instantly a cover was made with the bodyguards intertwining their arms together. "They will pay for killing them unjustly. You're the Lord of Welsh, there is nothing you want that you won't get."Harlan had headed the Donald fa