The path to Uncle Henry's house feels familiar yet laden with a history of strained relationships. As Austin approaches the imposing gates, memories of a painful childhood filled with distant glances and harsh words resurface. Henry, the uncle who treats him worse than any other family member looms over his past. Upon arriving at the grand entrance, Austin hesitates briefly before pressing the doorbell. The echoes of the chime resonate through the quiet estate, and the imposing wooden door slowly creaked open, revealing the imposing figure of Henry."Austin, what brings you here? You shouldn't be seen here." Henry's tone, as ever, carries an air of superiority. Austin knows he is not supposed to be here. Anyone could be watching and find out that if his uncle lives in such an extravagant, Austin is not the poor wretched man everyone knows.Austin takes a deep breath, dispelling the pains of past grievances, "Uncle Henry, we need to talk."Henry raises an eyebrow, a flicker of imp
"In the next thirty minutes, I will be at the factory." Vincent ends the call. He relaxes into his office chair. There is a knock on his door."Come in." Vincent answers. Ben swings the door open and walks in with an envelope in his hands."Good morning, sir." Ben greets."Have you found anything?" Vincent asks."Yes, sir." Ben hands over the envelope to Vincent.Vincent unfolds the envelope and takes out the documents that contain the information about Mr. Rufus' family. The air charges with anticipation as Vincent delves into the contents of the file."I've compiled everything I could find on Mr. Rufus' family." Ben speaks.Vincent nods, his eyes scanning through the papers. As he delves into the intricate details of Austin's life, a sudden familiarity grows. Austin feels familiar to Vincent but he can't pinpoint where."Where does he live?" Vincent asks, browsing through the documents hastily."That information is hard to come through, sir." Ben painfully admits. "I suspect he is
The living room door creaks open and Rose steps inside her home with heavy shopping bags and closes the door, before she can take off her coat, the resonant voice of her father, Gabriel, echoes through the living room."Where have you been, Rose?!" His tone carries a mix of concern and frustration, desperately trying to understand his daughter.Turning towards the source of the voice, Rose meets the gaze of her father, a man whose once-vibrant eyes are now etched with lines of worry."Why did you leave to go shopping without taking anyone with you?" Her father continues, his voice rising with each word.Rose lets her eyes wander around the familiar surroundings."Rose, are you taking your medication?" Her father's question cuts through the silence."I'm getting better. I don't need to take anything. I don't want it." Rose insists."You must take them, Rose. It's for your own well-being." Her father pleads."Dad, I'm getting better. I can handle things without medication."Her father s
Vincent cuts the call. He looks up at Ben, smiles."Austin has agreed to meet with me.""I'm glad I could get his mobile number. I could not find his address and it was so difficult to even find his number.""Why would Austin try so hard to hide all these things? Is something going on in his family or the company that we don't know about?""I believe so, sir." Ben replies.A message notification lands on Vincent's phone, revealing the coordinates of Austin's chosen location."He has sent it. We'll go there in the next thirty minutes but now I have to attend some meetings." Vincent says. After attending to pressing matters in the company, Vincent and Ben drive themselves to the cafe Austin chose as his location. The cafe is nestled between city buildings exuding a comforting aroma as Ben parks near the entrance. Vincent steps out and enters the cafe. Ben skillfully maneuvers the car into a discreet spot that offers a clear view of the entrance. The door chimes behind Vincent.
Austin enters the hallway, slowly making his way to the VVIP room Vincent has booked. He stops in front of the black door. Austin's hands shiver as he places it on the door knob. The door swings open. Austin sees an opening showing Vincent discussing with a man being obstructed by the opened door. Beau steps out, closing the door behind her."Austin, where have you been? The manager has been asking of you." Beau grabs the tray from Austin."You can leave now." Beau says.Austin replies, "Thanks."Austin speeds down the hallway, down the stairs. Austin rests on the wall, panting as he slides down on the floor. That was close. Austin cannot thank Beau enough. Beau has no idea how much she has helped Austin. Austin hurries to the counter."You have served them the drinks." The barman asks."Actually, Beau helped me." Austin admits.The barman chuckles, "Beau won't let such an opportunity pass by her. Two billionaires are present in the club, of course she wants to play her game."
Luther slides into his car, his engine purrs to life as he speeds off. He navigates through the opulent neighborhood that he had seen Austin earlier on. As he drives, Luther's mind buzzes with questions. The image of Austin in this affluent neighborhood has ignited a spark of curiosity."Why would a maid come out of there when Austin went there for a job? Luther mutters, his brows furrows in contemplation. Perhaps Austin had lost the job, a suggestion that seemed to align with the presence of the maid entering and leaving the house. Yet, Luther wanted to be sure. He needed to be certain before drawing conclusions.Parking discreetly at a distance, Luther observes the entrance of the upscale resident. Luther cannot shake the thought that there is more to Austin's connection with this affluent neighborhood that meets the eye.****************************************************************************************************************** Ariel's car had trailed Luther's discreet
The sharp sting of Ariel's slap reverberates through Luther's senses, a sudden eruption of pain and disbelief. His cheek throbs, the sting mirroring the shock that ripples through him. Luther's mind races with a cascade of thoughts. Why did she slap him? What could she have found out that made her react in such a way? Austin comes to mind. He is the only reason that she could have to slap him."How could you do this to me?" Ariel's voice rises.Luther blinks in confusion, "What are you talking about, Ariel?"Don't play dumb with me." Ariel's voice trembles with a mix of hurt and pain, "Luther, I saw you! Don't lie to me. Who is she?"Luther's expression shifts from shock to denial as he tries to make sense of Ariel's accusation."Ariel, you have got it all wrong. I have no idea what you're talking about."Frustration grows in Ariel as she fists her palms, "You have been making suspicious calls. What have they been about?"Luther thins his lips. He cannot let Ariel know he has been try
Ariel feels the night tense with anticipation and worry as she waits for the ambulance to come. Someone who was passing by earlier had called the ambulance. Ariel was too shocked to even get out her phone and call for help. Luther was all she could concentrate on. He was bleeding from his head so she had gently tied her necktie around the bleeding area. Suddenly, the distant wailing of sirens grow louder and an ambulance emerges on the scene. The ambulance doors swing open, revealing a team of paramedics. Ariel stands up, takes a step away."We're here to help, ma'am. We are going to take him to hospital." A paramedic calms Ariel."Thank you. Please, he is bleeding from his head." Ariel points out.Luther is gently carried onto the stretcher."Can I come with you?" Ariel asks, worry etches on her face."Yes, ma'am." The paramedic replies.Ariel climbs on board and sits beside Luther, holding his hand firm. The paramedics close the door firmly. The ambulance starts moving. Ariel