Why not give it a try?

Who is this man that has been stalking me?

What the hell does he want from me?

What does he know about my mom and dad Charles and Jessica Wayne?

All this and many thoughts ran through his mind as he stared intently out the window of the 7th floor of Dex Palm palace.

He had a bottle of wine and a plate of lasagna on his table. It was a cold evening, the sun was just setting beyond the horizon, casting a warm amber glow that painted the rooms in the hue of orange and gold. The rich aroma of the lasagna filled the air, blending with the fruity notes of the wine.

As he took a sip of the wine and a forkful of the lasagna, he couldn't help but appreciate the simple yet comforting beauty of the moment.

The Dex Palm Palace was just one of the luxury hotels Eric Raymond had secured for him today.

Staring intently at his grandfather's smartphone, he thought of the best way to punish that animal that calls himself Gwen Falls.

Swiping through his phone he searched for Gwen's YouTube channel and he finally found it and the funny video of Edward Hinnberg embarrassing him was still trending.

His face flushes red with anger, and he immediately places a call to Eric Raymond.

"Hello! Master Wayne."

"Do you happen to know who Mr Gwen Falls is… I need his YouTube channel terminated and his immediate arrest should be the next news that pops up on my news feed…am I understood?" His voice is Ortund.

"Yes! Master Wayne…consider it done…I saw the shenanigans he uploaded today…am very sorry sir." His voice hoarse over the phone.

'That should teach him not to mess with anyone he sees on a cheap shirt' He thought as he sipped his 1992 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon.

90 seconds later..

Gazing at the big screen TV hanging at the wall in front of him…he sees the news headline.

*Popular YouTuber and content creator arrested for copyright infringement and 11 criminal cases*

Smiling gleefully, he swipes through his phone, the same headline pops up on his news feed.

He calls Eric Raymond…

"Hello, Master Wayne." His voice is vehement.

"Thanks a lot, I really appreciate it."

"Anything for the only surviving heir of Lord Luthor Wayne, my bro…." His voice pauses over the phone.

"Wait! What did you say?" Alex Waynee's voice is vehement as he stands up in bewilderment.

"I meant my boss…Lord Luthor Wayne was my boss… that is what I wanted to say…by the way, have you taught Edward Hinnberg a lesson for his misconduct towards you today." His voice is a bit tremulous, as his heart beats faster than usual.

"Not yet! Mr Mark is on it as we speak… I will call you back soon."

Moments later…

"Sandra! Have you been at home all day?"

The ceiling fan was spinning at its highest, and Sandra was lying down on the orthopedic mattress.

Her hair shimmered from the light in the room, her curvy figure really would attract almost all men to her, coupled with the fact that she was extremely intelligent and industrious. 

She is the kind of woman any reasonable man would be fortunate to have.

She embodies a rare combination of beauty and substance.

Stretching herself and exposing her lovely fair lap, Alex Waynee darts his eyes away from the alluring temptation.

Truly Sandra Douglas was a beauty to behold, her captivating presence could light up a room, and her grace was reminiscent of a timeless Hollywood star.

Staring in her eyes you would be lost in them, as they were as deep and enchanting as a midnight sky, they held the secrets of a thousand dreams.

"What are you doing there staring at me?" Her voice was hypnotic and could really make one fall into a deep trance.

Alex Waynee shuddered as he was already lost by the way Sandra Douglas carried herself.

"Nothing… I was just checking up on you…let's go to a restaurant and chill out a bit." He says as he puts on the shoes he had removed at the door.

Moments later…

Alex Waynee and Sandra are dancing to a romantic slow beating on the rooftop of Savannah's palace.

'Maybe this action of Lady Karen Douglas sacking Sandra Douglas is actually a good thing, now she has time for me, now that am rich…secretly rich actually, I will make sure my Sandra gets the best of treatment, I will do everything possible to make up for all those years of her being by the poor version of myself…' Alex Waynee thought.

'I really want to tell her of my true identity but…I am scared…I really don't know why she rejected Edward Hinnberg and chose me…she might claim it's love but… I have this strange feeling Something isn't right…but I will keep everything I know to myself.' His thought went on rampage as he twerked his bony waist in a hilarious manner.

"Alex! Snap out of it! I have been calling you for over two minutes now…the waiter has served your food and it's getting cold." Sandra's voice is vehement yet romantic.

Realizing himself, he took a forkful of the pasta and smiled at Sandra.

'Nothing can break us apart, not anyone or anything, I will make you my queen, soonest' His thought made him smile gleefully exposing his awesome dentition.

Moments later…

Ring! Ring!! Ring!!!

'Shit I should have silenced my phone.'

"When did you get that new device…it's so sleek." Her voice is a bit husky.

"Um… it's a gift from my former coursemate." He says as he excused himself to go answer Mr Mark.

"Hello…Mr Mark From now on…please text me and don't call me unless I instructed you to…what is it?" His voice is flat as he gives out a fake smile at the rich dudes staring at him by the stairs.

They were wondering when Savannah palace changed its standards by allowing a poorly dressed man onto the exclusive rooftop.

Little did they know that Alex Waynee was now the owner of Savannah's Palace secretly.

"Boss! I did exactly as you instructed, right now all the stocks of the Hinnbergs are crashing, investors are leaving and I also withdrew all of our workforce from their company…is there any other thing you need me to do?"

"Yes! The announcement…where is the announcement for the raffle draw, I need that announcement up in the next 2 minutes."

His voice is laced with authority as he ends the call and goes back to sit with Sandra Douglas, the love of his life.

"Who was that honey.?" Her voice mellifluous as she stared at her phone.

"It's no one serious, ju…"

"Oh my God!" Sandra screams as her phone falls to the ground, she picks it up immediately, Alex Waynee has already stood up and rushed towards her.

"Sandra! What is it?" Beads of sweat build up his face, his heart throbbing faster than usual.

"The Hinnbergs just declared bankruptcy, their stocks just fell by over 79%...this is really bad." Her voice is flat as she bends her head over the table.

"Was that why you screamed?... Poor Edward Hinnberg… I warned him."

Sandra Douglas raised her head in shock as she heard what Alex just said.

"What do you mean…you warned him?" He stares askance at Alex Waynee.

"I meant, warned him not to get into any business that would lead him to the bankruptcy of his father's company." His voice is Ortund as he avoids any form of eye contact with Sandra.

"Meanwhile I have good news… Elvis Global Empire would be hosting a raffle draw contest, the winner would get to be the new acting CEO of Elvis Global Empire and I want you to give it a try." His voice is subtle as he smiles gleefully.

"How did you know that…because I am currently on their official site and there isn't such a thing?" She says as she holds out her phone to Alex Waynee's face.

Shit! 

'Mark hasn't uploaded this information…what the hell….'