The whole court was quiet as the judge prepared to disclose his verdict; even the whispers of an ant could be detected a mile away, the only sound audible enough in the court was heartbeats.“Ladies and gentlemen, after careful consideration of the evidences presented before this court, I am prepared to deliver my verdict on this case”. The judge said as he dropped his pen and raised the paper closer to his eyes.“Firstly, regarding the allegations of trespassing on Mr. Winchester’s companies, the court finds that the McCoys have failed to provide in sufficient documentation or legal proof of ownership.Therefore, the court rules in favor of Mr Winchester, and the McCoys are hereby prohibited from accessing or claiming ownership of said companies until valid ownership documentation is presented”.“Yes!” Mr Winchester exclaimed with a power fist. It showed how much the companies meant to him, and the excitement of getting them back can only be compared to the feeling of finding a drop

Did Mrs McCoy understand what he was offering at all? An opportunity to disclose an identity and save herself from two years imprisonment and she just turned it down like a random guy asking her to get some pizza together.Mr Winchester and his emissary were dazed; “Did you heard him well at all? Or are you beginning to lose your senses,” Mr Charles said with a frown.“I heard him quite clear, but that doesn’t feel like a fair trade to me,” Mrs McCoy said with a scorn.“Sir, you should have heeded to my advice, this is a waste of time I told you,” Mr Charles said as he turned towards his boss.With a more serious face, Mr Winchester asked “it is not enough you say, what is it that you want?” Mrs McCoy made a sly chuckle, it seems she was waiting for Mr Winchester to ask the question. “Now you have come around, apart from having me released from here. You will have $5,000,000,000 sent to my account. This is what an offer sounds like”.“Five what? You must have lost your mind. That amo

Michael was going to save his mother from thugs empty handed, at the moment he cared less if the thugs might be armed or not. The only thing running through his mind was to save his mother.He stepped so hard on the gas such that at some point the Rolls Royce tyres were not touching the ground; Jack bought hell of a car.It was a thirty minutes drive from the school but after few shortcuts and traffic violations Michael was already at the warehouse within the space of fifteen minutes.He fled the car quickly like he was been chased leaving the car door ajar. The place looked abandoned and quiet, cobwebs hanging from the roof to the floor. The only scent in the building was that of dust.His designed shoes printed on the thick dusty floor as he took quick and reckless steps deeper to the inside.He was panting quickly like he just chased a kangaroo down the building, he sighed heavily for a few seconds till he caught his breath enough to voice out “Mom! Mom?”The only response he got w

What reasons could Michael possibly have to lie to his girlfriend that he was home all this while?“Make a call to the house again, let the guards search for him everywhere including the garden, swimming pool and even his bathroom if necessary,” Mr Winchester Instructed and his emissary excused himself to make the call.Turning to Emily “keep on trying his number, let’s see if it eventually connects”.Mr Winchester sighed heavily as he leaned against his car tapping the tip of his shoe against the floor in restlessness. In that moment, if he could summon a genie and make one final wish, it would be for his son to be at home as the text message had claimed.But he was met with a disappointment when Mr Charles reported “no sir, he’s not at home” shaking his head in negation.He turned towards Emily hoping she had better news but her expressions said it all; his line was still not connecting.Mr Winchester was devastated taking a next step seemed impossible, uncertain of what and where

“Oh my Gosh! its so hot in here, my head hurts so badly,” Mr Winchester muttered as he slowly opened his eyes.“Ough!” Mr Winchester groaned as he tried to lift himself up. Not only was his head hurting his whole body was in pains like he carried the whole world on his back.He fell back on the bed due to the intensive pain he felt when he tried lifting himself up. He was blown off with frustration when rolled on his sides and discovered he was laying on blue beddings.He swiftly scanned the room with his eyes to validate his suspicions, confirming that he was indeed in the hospital. The door suddenly opened and a figure emerged. The emanate scent of smoke suddenly flooded in, the figure smelled like a car exhaust. If not for the fact that his emissary have been serving him for more than twenty years he would not had recognized him. Mr Charles appeared like a mad man who escaped from the psychiatric hospital and have been roaming the gutters for food.His clothes were all torn and d