Philip's butler was confused, and also surprised at the same time. He had expected that Philip would jerk up like he had done the first time he woke up but it was the complete opposite."Tell me everything that happened." Philip demanded without standing from the bed. The butler who had been surprised about the strange situation opened his mouth and started talking.It seemed that the reason why Philip had turned out to be so gentle was because if the laxative that he had been given. The drug administration had made sure to suppress all the anger causing hormones in his body."When I came outside to check in you because I thought you were taking too long and everywhere was too quiet, I saw you on the ground with the young miss being nowhere in sight." He said."So she hit me on the head with a flowerpot and ran away?" Philip asked."It was two actually..." The butler replied with a cough."What?""It wasn't just one pot that she smashed in your head, it was two." The butler recreated.
The next day. In the Ladrak Company.On the highest floor of the building where the office of the CEO was located, a man sat behind a wide table that despite it's large size, didn't seem to accommodate the large piles and documents and paper that was placed in top of it.The man that sat down behind the table was none other than Mr Churchill. His eyes were still sunk into his eye sockets and his skin was guant. Despite his physical state, Mr Churchill seemed to be in an averagely good mood.He had to be happy and he actually could afford the happiness that he was feeling. Just a couple of days ago his company was on the brink of collapse due to the pressure and burden that the Ladrak Company had to bear because of the contract that had been signed with the Charlton company.But now, he had finally managed to sell the other company that he had back to its original owners for an astronomical sum of money. It was a huge profit.That money that he had gained was what he used to save his o
The Charlton Company's reception area exuded an air of professionalism and elegance, from the plush seating arrangements to the subtle lighting that gave the room a warm and inviting atmosphere. Mr Churchill and Philip sat on one of the leather couches, their expressions a mix of impatience and eagerness.They had been kept waiting for Maxwell, the manager of the Charlton Company, and it was clear that neither of them was pleased by the delay.Philip tapped his fingers impatiently on his knee, his mind was filled with malicious thoughts that he harboured towards Darius. He could almost taste the satisfaction of seeing Darius brought down and humiliated.As he was in the Charlton company, a part of him wanted to see Darius. He would probably jump on him and snap his neck if he could.Beside him, Mr Churchill behaved like he was indifferent to the situation, but inwardly, he was nursing the various thoughts of what he would do with Darius once he laid hands on him. His eyes narrowing in
Maxwell turned his attention back to Mr Churchill as he disregarded Philip's antics. "Since you're here, why don't we head to my office and have a nice and calm discussion?" He said with a tone of teasing.Mr Churchill felt like entering the ground. The eyes of the other people in the reception hall was turned in their direction as they watched in curiosity. They all wanted to see how the events would unfold.While Mr Churchill gritted his teeth in shame and internal anguish, Philip was making up his mind.Before anyone knew it, Philip had dashed towards the door with lightening speed. When Mr Churchill noticed this, he felt angry and betrayed at the sudden flight of Philip. Philip hadn't even hesitated to leave his father behind.Meanwhile, when Darius saw Philip running, he released a dry chuckle.In the blink of an eye, Philip got to the door that was leading outside the door and yanked the door open with brute force. With that, he darted outside Immediately as the doors closed beh
The atmosphere in the Charlton Company's main conference room was filled with a sense of anticipation as employees gathered, curious about the announcement that Darius McArthur was about to make. The polished marble floors and opulent furnishings created an aura of grandeur that matched the gravity of the occasion. Darius stood at the front of the room, exuding confidence and control, while Maxwell, his unassuming butler, flanked him."I'm sure you're all curious about the reason for this gathering," Darius began, his voice projecting a grand feeling of authority. "Today, I want to reveal a truth that has remained hidden for a long time."He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the silent and attentive audience. Then, with a measured tone, he continued, "My name is not just Darius Charlton. I am also known as Darius McArthur, the heir to the McArthur empire."Whispers spread like wildfire through the room, disbelief etched on the faces of those present. Maxwell stepped forward
Philip's heart raced as he stepped into the grand entrance hall of the Charlton Company once again.However, this time, the prideful demeanor he always had when coming to the Charlton has faded away.The two security guards at the entrance of the company eyed him warily, his actions were still fresh in the minds of the two men. Even though it wasn't difficult for them to handle him, they still saw it as quite a big problem to have to handle him every time."I'm here to see Darius," Philip said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the conflicting emotions that he was suppressing inwardly.The security guards scrutinized him, checking a list before nodding and granting him access. Philip's footsteps echoed through the hallway as he walked towards Darius's office.The employees of the Charlton company whispered among themselves in low voices when they noticed Philip's presence. Due to the fact that they didn't really keep their voices low or avoid him, many of the things they said r
The cold, unforgiving bars of the prison cell confined Philip, serving as a bitter reminder of his fall from grace. His eyes glinted with a mix of fury and desperation as he surveyed the bleak surroundings that now defined his existence.The stifling air of the cell seemed to choke him, igniting a fire within his core—a fire that he didn't know existed within him.The day became the night, each moment he spent in the miserable walks of the cell only served as a source of torment. The walls of the prison became engrained deeper into his consciousness and he began to lose his sanity even more.The dim overhead light flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows that danced across the cold, gray walls. Philip's mind raced with thoughts of retribution, his sanity teetering on the edge.As he walked through the prison yard, his mere presence sent shivers down the spines of the other inmates. Whispers floated through the air, each laden with a mix of fear and curiosity."That's the rich g
Mr Churchill refused to show his face anywhere. He only involved himself with his lawyer and tried to get rid of all the evidence that Darius had dug out on him or try to disprove them.The only places he visited was his company and then he would secretly meet with his lawyer.Mr Churchill searched for his son Philip but thsre was no sign of him anywhere he searched. He only knew that Philip had gone to meet Darius on his own and that Darius had gotten him arrested.Mr Churchill wailed for his son in his heart. Didn't he know what Darius did to his family when they crossed him?As much as Mr Churchill was angry and pissed off, he didn't go looking for Darius to ask him about the whereabouts of his son. He stayed hidden and nursed his grudges. Waiting for the opportunity bti strike.But such a situation didn't play out. Darius only got stronger and more powerful in the city. His background was also not one to be trifled with.But Darius's influence was unrelenting, his knowledge of Mr