"Whoever is responsible should confess now or else there will be major consequences when I find out myself!" Xavier yelled. He waited but no one came forward. "I see. So you want to put me to the test right?!" Xavier yelled, the craze in his eyes was clear. "Two can play at that game. "You three!" Xavier said, referring to the three security guards present, "follow me in!" Xavier added and they followed him into the mansion. Xavier POV: For years now, ever since I could remember anything, I have never been this mad before. I could feel the adrenaline rush in my veins. I wasn't sure at all if the culprit would make it alive when I find out who it was. Most of all, I wanted the see the face of who had dared to steal from me, Xavier Wilson.Before going into the mansion the security guards watched them search, and I caught a glimpse of the houseboy. Everyone was scared and some murmured but him. Devon just stood there. He became my number one suspect. He was the only suspect. Ever
Devon POV: The moment a man walked in with some machinery I knew that I was done for. My eyes caught Xavier's gaze and he grinned at me before going into the mansion with the man. After a while, a security guard came out, "where is the houseboy." some people looked around, just to locate and look at me. I raised my hand from amongst them and found my way to the security guard. He led me into the mansion and directly to Xavier. The man with the mobile machinery asked me to place my fingers on some sort of transparent surface. I did as he said and removed my fingers when I was told to. I felt like I was sweating buckets on the inside. "Yes sir. Your suspicion was right. This houseboy is responsible." the stranger said. I felt a lump form in my throat. Two-point-five million euros was not small money. I was sure to die now. Xavier looked at me with anger and hatred in his eyes, so fierce that you'd think it was a beast staring at you. "Sir. I didn't do it!" I denied it immediately
"You'll talk sooner than you think," Xavier added. "Please," I begged but they just ignored me. Mrs. Wilson took out a box. I heard clicking sounds and the box opened. Mrs. Wilson took a whip out of the box and closed it. My eyes widened with fear, "what are you going to do to me?" I asked. "Since you refuse to speak, my son will lash the truth out of you." Mrs. Wilson said to me.Xavier accepted the whip from his mother and stepped forward towards me, "spear the rod and spoil the child. That's how the saying goes right?" Xavier said and gave me the first strike with the whip. I shouted as the whip came in contact with my skin. It felt like it dragged out my skin with it as it parted from contact. Xavier swung his hand, again and again, repeating it until he was sure that I reached my limit. "Were you spying on me and my mother last night?!" Xavier yelled a question. "You stole that money didn't you?!" he added. I lost all my strength and my head hung loose like the rest of my b
"Don't be such a baby," Tamira said and took my shirt off entirely. "You need a bath first. Come to my room with me," she suggested. I looked at her in surprise, "why would I do that?" I questioned. "Devon tell me what happened to you," Tamira said and I turned away. "I guess we will follow what I say." Tamira said and I had no choice but to follow, "but what if someone saw us?" I asked her. "That's their cup of tea. And besides, my mom and brother left somewhere in a hurry just recently." Tamira said to me. That called me down and I willingly followed her. She led me to her room and she locked the door, "go in and take a bath. There's already a towel there too. It's big enough." Tamira said to me. "Thank you," I said to her and went in. I finished up and put on my trouser. I came out of the bathroom and Tamira was still waiting for me. "You're wet," she said. "Excuse me?" I said. "I mean you didn't dry yourself up properly," Tamira added. "I didn't try to," I replied. "Why?
The driver took me and Xavier to the location and I boarded the plane while Xavier returned with the driver to the mansion. When I reached my destination I immediately called my agent, "where is the officer staying?" I asked him. "I'll send you the address now Mrs. Wilson," he replied and I ended the call. The address was sent to my phone in a matter of seconds and I entered another car which was waiting for me. I gave my driver the address and he drove to that precise location. I was about to come out of my car and enter but I stopped myself. Two police officers came out of the compound. Then it hit me, of course, a man who was going to make such a speech to accuse me would be surrounded by security. I can still reach him. Just not by daylight. "Take me to my sons' mansion," I instructed the driver. He dropped me there and parked the car amongst others while I entered the mansion. I dialed the number of Mr. Cranston and he answered it, "Hello?" he said. "Fuck you and your fuck
I looked down at the corpse of the dead man in satisfaction with my accomplishment. Let's see who crosses my path next time. Bastard. I exited the house and compound and entered my car to drive away when I noticed police cars driving toward me. They went by and stopped in front of the house that I just left and I sighed in relief. I started my car and left that place. I stayed in my son's mansion for the night and slept with a light heart knowing that I got away with it and without a trace of evidence left for them. Very early the next day, I got ready and made my way back to the airport where my plane was awaiting me and I boarded it. I returned to my country and my driver took me back home. Of course, my day had to be ruined as the first thing I saw was the darn houseboy. "Good day madam." he greeted as he saw me. I ignored him and kicked some rubbish back into the part he already swept as I walked inside. My phone rang and I picked it up, "mother. Are you back yet?" Xavier a
"Yes sir. Of course." I answered. Wilson and moved aside to let him in. Mr. Wilson came inside, observing all that was around. Luckily for me, I cleaned up the mess Xavier made long before now. "I like what you did with the place." Mr. Wilson joked and I laughed. "I'm sorry that you have to live in the attic. I don't know what is wrong with my wife and why she hates you." Mr. Wilson said. "When you are as poor as me, it's easy to be hated, sir. I'm used to that treatment from others." I said. "I just need a breakthrough in my life. Even God knows that I have suffered overdue." I added. Mr. Wilson looked at me with pity in his eyes, "and your breakthrough will be provided at the right time. Be sure of that." Mr. Wilson said. "Sir, I'm sorry that you have nowhere to sit. I apologize for keeping you standing." I said. Mr. Wilson chuckled, "if I wanted to sit, I'd already had my butt on the floor once I came in. I'm okay like this." Mr. Wilson said. "Devon," he called my name. "Sir?
"Mr. Wilson looked at me as if in deep thoughts on my words and understanding so far. He smiles as if about to laugh, " Are you sure you haven't been to school young man? Don't pull my leg in this." Mr. Wilson said and I smiled back. "No. I haven't." I answered. "You sound like a very well-educated person. And Devon, such talent is not one I'd like to see waste away." Mr. Wilson said. "I'm offering you again to come and work in one of my companies." Mr. Wilson said. "I'm sorry sir but I'm okay with where I am. I want to start everything in my life with my own hands." I replied. Mr. Wilson chuckled, "you know, there are people who will rush at this opportunity. It is being presented to you on a golden platter but still, you say no?" Mr. Wilson questioned me. "I explained to you before sir. That I have an unachieved goal. Right now, that has taken up every criterion for me." I said to him, in response. "And still I do not understand what kind of goal it is that will not allow one