"Eric! How is my Michael Belmar doing?" His voice barely above Whispers.He gazed at Eric and his heart raced, "Young Belmar is doing great…Lady Margaret insisted he be enrolled into our university immediately."Eric's voice slightly above Whispers, his gaze fixated on Alex Waynee, who stared askance at him."Wait a minute, why would she enroll a boy who is barely eleven years old into the university?"His gaze was laced with curiosity and bewilderment."Apparently the boy is talented…like way more talented than John Paul," Eric said, his face impassive.Gazing at the windshield, Alex Waynee immediately shuddered at the realization of what that statement meant.His eyebrows furrowed in surprise and his jaw dropped."Wait a second! You mean more talented than John Paul, the badass with level 6 tech knowledge, Ethereum Blockchain developer and a highly sought-after Cryptotech security expert?" His gaze was askance at Eric Raymond and laced with disbelief."Yep…That John Paul."Eric Ray
Still gazing at the window, Mr Mark wondered who was staring at them. Although he knew that window was the back window of his acting CEO, Sandra DouglasHis thoughts went on a rampage as he climbed the stairs leading to the office.His feet hit very hard on the tiled floor as he walked towards his office.Passing Sandra's office, he wanted to enter to check on her but changed his mind at a second thought.Entering his office, he walks over to a mirror in his office and adjusts his tie.The office was silent, only the humming sound of the air-conditioner was heard.He made his way to the refrigerator, and soon as he grabbed the bottle of cold water.The vehement knock on his door caused him to shudder backwards.Keeping the cold bottle of water back into the refrigerator, He answers the door."You can come in now." His voice barely above Whispers.The door opens to reveal the stern and detached face of Sandra Douglas.Gazing at her in bewilderment, he immediately asked her, "Is there
The tension in the private lounge was palpable as Eric Raymond continued pacing around."Mr Eric Raymond, Who the hell is Evans Raymond?" Alex's voice is slightly above Whispers.The waitress sat on the floor sobbing."Hey! Get up and Scram! Alex's voice was laced with anger, his gaze hard as a flint, veins bulging out on his face.The waitress ran out the door and the door wobbled and shut behind her.Her steps were loud and resonating, a replica of how fast her heart was pounding.Moments later…Eric Raymond is sitting down with Alex Waynee gazing into his face.Silence enveloped the scene for minutes."Young master, I'm very sorry for not telling this initially, Evans Raymond is my father."His voice is barely above whispers yet loud as an atomic implosion to Alex Waynee's ears.Gazing at him in askance, his mouth agape, the weight of the secret Eric Raymond just revealed was astounding.It felt as though the air had thickened, every word reverberating in the room, carrying the wei
Pacing around in trepidation, Eric Raymond stared at his father who was still on the floor knelt before Alex Waynee."Dad, you need to get out of here now and fast." His voice was laced with trepidation."The bounty hunters are almost closing in on your position." He said as he stared at his smartphone which displayed a satellite map imaging the bounty hunter's target and location.Evans Raymond still knelt before Alex Waynee as if he was frozen in time, caught in a moment suspended between urgency and a haunting familiarity.His eyes, though fixated on Alex Waynee, had a distant glint, as if wrestling with memories that threatened to engulf him.Despite Eric's urgency, Evans remained rooted, an enigmatic calmness enveloping him, a stark contrast to the chaos enveloping them.As Eric Raymond urged his father to flee, a shadow of recognition flickered in his eyes, a silent acknowledgement passing between him and Alex Waynee, laden with unspoken history.It was a momentary pause in the
"It's me, I have a special delivery for Alex Waynee." The postman's voice barely above whispers.The sky was black, as the weather went haywire, the electric pole and their wires rattling under the whirling breeze.The postman immediately brings out his black umbrella and covers his head.Gazing at the door, he knocked again."C'mon guys, the rain is about to wet my documents." His voice was laced with concern.Staring at Sandra in bewilderment, trepidation immediately reeked all of him, he stared at the door."Sorry! Mr postman, isn't it a bit late to deliver those items…I mean the time is almost 7.00 pm." His voice barely above Whispers."Can't I come tomorrow and pick it up at your office.?" Alex Asked as he rested his ears on the door to hear the postman."It's a special delivery from Evans Raymond." The postman's voice slightly above whispers slightly as he continues looking up at the sky, which is now getting darker.As Alex Waynee hears the postman mention Evans Raymond, he imm
Alex Waynee still couldn't believe what had just happened some 30 minutes ago.His head is heavy, his feet felt as though he was tied to a heavy milling stone.'What just happened?' His thoughts askance as he gazed into the ward where Evans Raymond was laid.Doctors were running helter-skelter, the muffled sound of the defibrillator and the doctor shouting, "Clear" was all Alex Waynee could hear.Tears welled down his eyes as he stared at Eric Raymond who was just entering the ward, his hands all laced with blood.Thoughts of how Evans Raymond shoved him off the podium and fell to the floor flooded his mindHe held his head as he watched the doctors do their best trying hard to revive Evan Raymond.Beads of sweat build down his cheeks, his eyes sore from the tears that held being welling down his eyes.Each passing doctor was a symbol of hope, but as Alex Waynee gazed into the ward again, the doctor had stopped defibrillating him.Fear gripped him immediately, he sank into the sofa be
Silence enveloped the car as Alex Waynee stared in disbelief at the image of the man carrying a bag into the premises.Trepidation gripped him immediately, his hand wobbly, the tablet almost falling off his hand."Young master! What is the problem?" Eric Raymond asked, his voice slightly above Whispers."I have seen him before… He is the man who had been stalking me for weeks.""Sandra and I met him one day at a restaurant, he had this scar and his gaze fixated on us." Alex Waynee's voice was laced with terror."The other day you came to the wishing well, he was there too and he gave Sandra a note to give to me." He said gazing intently into Eric Raymond's eyes."Wait a minute! You had an assassin stalking you and Sandra all this while and you didn't deem it fit to tell me about it?" Eric Raymond's face was etched in bewilderment."He wasn't much of a threat at the moment and I was beginning to think he was even on my side." Alex Waynee replied, his voice slightly above Whispers.Eric
"Hello! Where are you, young master?" Eric Raymond's voice is barely above whispers as he gazes at the original Wayne's pendant.The golden artifact glints from the light hanging above his head."I can't hear you, but if you can hear me, I'm at Savannah Suites." Alex Waynee's voice a bit husky.Hanging up the call immediately, Eric Raymond tested Alex Waynee and told him to wait wherever he was.John Paul had alerted him when he got the cyber alert of the searches made by Sandra Douglas.Immediately he moved and knocked out the historian and pretended to be him, so that he could retrieve the original Wayne's pendant from Sandra.Gazing at the back of the counter where he stood, he glared at the sedated historian and said, "So sorry Professor."Jumping into his car, he zoomed off to Savannah Palace.Moments later…"Young master! With due respect, you are putting your life and the lives of everyone who loves you in danger."Eric Raymond's voice was laced with anger.They were seated in