“Wah! Wah! Wah!” The sound of the ambulance wailing filled the air, as the police, hospital attendants, and spectators surrounded the villa.“Matilda! Matilda!!” Mrs. Vera sobs as Matilda is rolled on a stretcher into the ambulance. Leonardpicks up his grandmother and brings her to the car. “Grandma please go in.” He says, as he takes a last look at Jack who has been handcuffed by the police and taken into their vehicle. “What exactly happened? Who is he? Why did he shoot Matilda? Why aren't you saying anything to me?” Mrs. Vera asks Richardson. But He maintained a strict face not giving his grandmother any reply as he drove off to the hospital with his grandmother. Matilda is rushed to the operation theater to remove the bullet. Mrs. Vera rushes in with the ambulance but she's restricted to the reception, while Leonardstays at the door looking sober and confused.“ Doctor, how's she doing now?” Mrs. Vera asks as the doctor comes out of the theater.“She's well but still unconscious.
CHAPTER 58NOT AWAREThe students were drowned in their gossip and could not believe what they just heard."How is it even possible that Leonardis a VIP student?""Everyone on campus knows him. He can't even afford three square meals." Their words were loud enough for Leonardto hear but none of that mattered to him.Everyone had the right to believe what they wanted to believe. All he wanted now was to have his revenge and fulfill the task that he had been given to do.Moving closer towards Mrs. Idris, he shot a glance at her as it gradually moved back to the students."And as much as I can observe. That is very much true. What do you have to say about it?" He inquired, waiting for a response.Thoughts ran through her mind knowing too well that she was in a really difficult situation.Her hands were clenched with so much anger. "Leonard. I am going to make sure you pay for it." She growled under her breath.Her anger was soon replaced with a forced smile as she turned towards Mr. Max
Her face twisted into a frown as she continued to stare right into his eyes stunned at the words that she just heard.The anger of the banker soon boiled over as she thundered the words at him almost immediately."And who do you think you are?" She thundered at him, not giving him enough breathing space to spit out a single word from his mouth.Her eyes shot a quick stare at him from his head to his toe, taking a hint of every single dress that he was putting on."Do you think that you can get a platinum card with this five dollar or road trash pick out cloth that you are putting on right now?" Her glares deepened even more and his heart raced even faster."We were just talking about the few Pennies that you had in your account and what now. You are telling me that you want a platinum card?" She continues to glare at him."I wonder if today is going to get any worse." She replied.Even though her words were harsh and enough to make anyone angry, he was able to keep his strange calm.H
The eyes of Mrs. Andrea, the manager, blazed with anger as the young man, standing beside her, quickly pulled away from the place.Leonardcould already see the embarrassment that was written all over her face as she tried to hide it.But the man that was standing right beside her seemed so shameless, blowing a kiss in her direction as he continued to set his clothes."See you later, Mrs. Andrea." There was a strange smirk on his face as he made his way out of the hall.Walking past Leonard, he shot a cold stare at him before finally making his way out of the hall.After he left the hall, Leonardwas left only with the manager, and as her gaze moved gradually towards her direction, her emotions flung up into anger.As though everything that was in her was directed towards him, she stiffened with so much hate and anger."Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Her voice thundered in his direction like a sleek dagger.He was about to muster words, but then she waved his hands quickly,
Mrs. Victoria, the banker whom Leonardhad an encounter with earlier that day, gradually made her way into the office, pairing through the four walls of it.Her eyes spun around, meeting with Leonard, and soon she transferred into a frown."You.." Her hands formed into a ball, and she was about to say something before returning her stare to her boss.She could already see the anger dangling all over the face of her boss, and she was able to gradually place two and two together.The truth struck her like a flash of lightning as she gritted her teeth."You fool. I thought I already told you to go out of the bank. How did you even find your way here?" She inquired, still frowning."Is it that this bank is your last resort or something?" The frown that was hanging on her face deepened even more."Well, it seemed that you were able to help, and hopefully, I was able to find my way around," Leonardresponded without even the slightest flinch in the emotionless expression on his face.Mrs. And
The Car was a relic of immense significance, shrouded in both mystery and legend. It was not an ordinary treasure chest. It was a work of artistry and technology, a marvel of ancient civilizations that had long faded into the annals of history. Crafted from an otherworldly alloy that shimmered with an iridescent glow, the coffer bore intricate engravings that told the story of its creators and the power it contained.What set the coffer apart was the meticulous craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. Gold— the most precious of metals— had been masterfully inlaid into every portion of its exterior. The celestial motifs, depicting constellations, galaxies, and nebulae, were highlighted with gleaming golden accents that seemed to capture the very essence of starlight.Runes of an ancient, long-forgotten language circled the coffer, their meaning known to only a select few across the ages. These hieroglyphs were traced in pure, lustrous gold, adding an ethereal elegance to the cof
As a child, Leonard spent countless hours in his family's workshop, where he learned the inner workings of the gun engines, navigation systems, and hyperdrive technology. He had an innate knack for understanding the complexities of these machines, often disassembling and reassembling various ship components just for the thrill of it.From a young age, Leonard displayed an insatiable curiosity for the mechanical marvels that traversed the cosmos. He was drawn to the the gun that passed through his outpost, their sleek hulls gleaming with potential secrets waiting to be unraveled. His fascination with the ships was more than a passing interest, it was an inherent calling. A natural talent that set him apart from his peers.Leonard's parents, humble settlers on the outpost, recognized his extraordinary abilities early on. They watched in awe as their young son dismantled and reassembled discarded spacecraft components with a precision that belied his tender age. He had an intuitive under
At the other side of the door, Dorian held open a large piece of paper, bleached brown with age. She laid it down on the table before . A map. “Leonard, do you know what you are looking at?” “Some kind of map.”“Not just any map. The chart that points the direction of the Car.”The pirate raised his brow at her. “You don't believe me?”He stayed silent. “I used to work for a valiant and tenacious pirate. He also heard of the Car and decided to steal it, just like many other captains in those days. We drew a lot of maps, deducing and deciphering. We swept through the most plausible fields and found nothing. Finally, we ventured on a possible planet.“Before we were able to explore the terrain, something terrible happened to my boss.”“He was killed?”“By the Federation.” Her features changed. Emotions hurdled up in her eyes but she didn't cry. Dorian never did. Her slatey eyes rather warned Leonard of the known and the unknown.The known: The Car was real, protected by a powerful