Meanwhile, Tyla and other members of the Dancing 9 had been preparing for the campaign like their life depended on it. It was their second campaign in a few months. And It was extremely important, especially for Duncan Crist, the leader of the group. After a few sunsets, It was finally time for the Campaign, the most awaited event of the whole city. As time passed by, Austin Crist gained more recognition in Ashton Hills, so quite a number of people looked forward to the campaign. Austin stared at his reflection in the mirror as he fixed his tie. His hair was neatly combed to the back and he was dressed in the finest suit. He tucked his hands into his pocket and checked out his looks one final time before heading out. His fame and everything he acquired at this age was all thanks to the dancing 9, so he was indebted to them. If being controlled would make him the president of a whole country, then he was definitely in for it. As he descended the stairs, Austin's gaze landed on Dunca

For the past few days, Duncan couldn't focus on any other thing than planning revenge for Brian. Every time he remembers Brian's actions, he ends up exploding from anger and messing up his whole office. As he walked into the Harlow Empire, his lips curled up in a smile. Tyla had changed almost everything, Including the interior decor and other minor things. Rather than meeting the receptionist, he walked straight to her office and pushed the door open, acting like the boss because he gave her the position she owned now. Tyla shivered, a look of shock on her face as Duncan walked in without knocking. Her face twisted in an ugly scowl, “Mr Crist.” she drawed, her voice soft but hard, “Please have your seat.” It took her a few minutes to calm the fury within her and Duncan seemed to have noticed that. Duncan pulled out the chair and sat down, a small smile on his lips, “Tyla Brooks, your empire is in good hands now. I stopped the bankruptcy and helped your reputation. Don't you think

Lawrence Foyer, the president, after finding out about the dancing 9, had been unable to rest and sleep peacefully. All he could think about was his country, his position and Ashton Hills. Brian had helped him in several ways, and if not because of him, he would have been in the dark and not aware of the conspiracy. He tapped his fingers on his desk, patiently waiting for Killian Trent, the person he was meant to have a meeting with. Killian was one of the governors of the states, a very respectable man in the country. If Lawrence could get a few other people like Killian on his side, then winning the election would be a piece of cake. Few minutes later, a blonde lady walked into the president's office with a glass of coffee and a glass of water. She bowed slightly before placing it on his desk. Lawrence waved his hands, giving her the signal to leave since she was done with her duty. At the same time, a constant knocking on the door pierced through the deafening silence and Lawrenc

As the election date moved closer, Lawrence, the president and Brian, worked hand in hand to ensure that the position didn't fall into the wrong hands. It was a sunny afternoon; the trees were green, the air clean and the sky was bright. It was the perfect time to have a campaign, and rather than holding it in Halls, Lawrence held it in a public space, where people moved around freely. There were free drinks, free food and there was no discrimination. People of different status were welcomed, each of them dressed in their best outfits. Lawrence stood on the podium with a microphone in his hands. Rather than having a robotic speech that would bore people, Lawrence conveyed his heartfelt message towards the people. He promised them a brighter future, a better world where everyone would be treated equally. Even though he was the incumbent president, there were still some mistakes he made and so, he assured the people he would keep to his word and amend his mistakes. While Lawrence co

A man opened up the car for Lawrence, and as soon as he alighted from the car, about three to five men accompanied him to the coffee shop. In locations like these, Lawrence looked like the king among mere mortals with his commanding presence. His men stood on guard outside while he pushed the door and walked into the coffee shop.A few days ago, a senator contacted him and told him about Duncan's threats. At first, Lawrence couldn't believe it. He knew Duncan was bringing people to his side, but he never thought Duncan would threaten people to side with Austin. Not until Mike told him about his wife's condition. Mike explained the whole situation to Lawrence, and Lawrence was determined to rescue his wife from the claws of Duncan. Mike couldn't do any other thing than trust the president's words. Working with Duncan was like working with the devil himself. Even after doing all they want, they might still kill his wife in cold blood. He wasn't ready to experience that. Sighting Brian