Blood kept dripping from Gerald’s hand and the doctor immediately tried to stop the bleeding. However, all the while, he had his eyes on the sniper, and a rippling feel of anger and doom overwhelmed him. The attack was too sudden! Too precise! How did he not know that there was someone there?Again, the sniper set his rifle, ready to aim at Gerald again. Bang!The sound of the bullet pierced the air, and the men ran for their lives leaving Gerald to fend for himself. But was he going to take the hit? No way!“Get over here!” He dragged the doctor over and placed the clueless man right in front of him. “I am not going to die. Not like this…” He grinned while holding his wounded hand. The bullet hit the doctor, right in the shoulder, and blood spilled out of the open wound drenching his clothes. “Why…why did you do that?” He groaned, holding onto his chest and bending over because of the pain. “Do you expect me to die?” Gerald snarled and pushed the doctor straight to the hard flo

Chase’s intense stare mirrored disgust and sheer hatred as he moved in closer to Gerald. His eyes bore into his skin, as if he were trying to peel off that mask on his face. “You know…” He began as he brought his gloved hands up to examine Gerald’s face. “I wonder what is behind this mask you call a face. This rotten mask should be torn off to see what the hell is behind it!”His head tilted to the side in wonder, trying to figure out why Gerald had managed to get a rotten face. “How dare you speak to me that way!” Gerald snarled, immediately becoming insecure about his face. As Chase continued to stare at him, he felt like tiny ants were crawling on his skin and piercing their sharp parts into him. At the same time, his pain turned red, followed by a stinging pain. A scream tore out of his throat in the next second. “Ahhh….” Gerald’s body shook, as if he were convulsing. “My face! What have you done to my face?” He struggled, just to get his hands off the rope that bound him. All

It had been two days since Chris had been wallowing in the police cell with the detective in charge of his case passing mocking remarks to him. However, Chris was counting down in his mind, until the time his father would make a move. With the true Westminster power, he should be out in a day. However, it was now stretching to the third day. “Hey, you.” The detective walked to his cell, with a sneer that had been plastered on his face for the last 48hours. He gripped the bars and poked his face between the bars. His mashed-up face between those bars made Chris cringe a bit and he pulled away, due to the stench emanating from him. “Aren't you going to go home? You stink.” He hissed. “Why would I?” The detective smiled, his yellow teeth more visible. “When I personally escort you into jail, then I will leave for home. For now, I just want to watch your misery—”Ring!Ring!!!The detective’s head whirled around when sudden ringing sounds filled everywhere. Different stations were ge

“Family member?” Gerald muttered, his eyes flickering to the empty space in the corner of the ward. He was just like that, empty. His life, empty. On the other hand, the nurse wondered why he was thinking deeply about a family member. Did a billionaire like him not have someone to call his own?“Don’t you have one?” She probed. She was just curiously asking but Gerald felt like she was mocking him.“I do.” He blurted out without thinking. “Can you give me their names or contact?” She asked joyfully, feeling like there was progress. At least, if he had a family, they could help oversee his checkup. “Baron…” He whispered. “My son, Baron Rice.” The feel of those words on his mouth left a bitter feeling. He didn't have a son, he just had people he could use. “Okay, I will contact him. Rest well, for now.” The nurse quickly left. It was easy to get Baron’s contact especially when she contacted the police about Gerald’s case. They were overseeing the bomb blast incident. An hour later,

Gerald had long left the hospital, however, his face had deteriorated and he had also refused treatment from the hospital. He refused to let any doctor touch his face apart from Doctor Blackman. However, no matter how he reached out to the doctor, he never got a reply. Now, he was staying at the secluded house Baron had grudgingly provided for him with an attendant by his side. “What is he saying? Did you tell him I agreed to the surgery he proposed before now?” He asked desperately. “I am sorry,” The attendant apologized with pity in her eyes. “He has warned me to stop contacting him otherwise he is going to involve the police.”“Ohh…” Gerald let out, his finger nicking his flesh as he was slowly immersed in worry. The doctors had said he had a tendency to have a stroke now due to the way his health had deteriorated. But then, he wasn't ready to give up. He was going to find adequate help by all means. “Contact Baron.” He ordered the attendant. At this point, he had no choice b