Edward was caught off guard by her question, he never anticipated it. “This is confidential, have you not been following our conversations,” Jackson said. “Yes, Mr. March wants this to be a top secret. I would have called him, but he might be busy, and not like that, I shared it with someone. I wouldn’t trick your family, believe me.” Emily thought about her engagement with Edward, and she trusted him; there was no way he would want to hurt her family. Besides, such opportunities are rare. She also knew Mr. March; he had made a lot of money from the importation and exportation of goods and services. “I will invest 1 million dollars,” she said Edward smiled, he had just made almost 2 million dollars from his fake business scheme. “That’s good, I will be coming over first thing tomorrow morning to get the money.” The entire Douglas family were filled with excitement. They would be making a lot of money. ****** Another evening, Asher was just feeling bored at home, t

Olivia shook her head, “No, I don’t know them.” Asher smiled, as he chimed in. “They look like attention seekers.”Mrs. Deborah glared at Asher coldly, she was beginning to feel embarrassed. But wasn’t going to back down. “Mr. March, I am sorry for saying it out. I know it’s a top secret.” She paused, “I invested in your company through Edward George; we got informed that you are planning on bringing gold from Africa, and we are going to make a huge profit from it.”Mr. March furrowed his brow in confusion. He couldn’t remember making such statements. Neither does he remember having any meeting with any Edward George.The murmurs erupted from the crowd.“Mom, you should never have said this here. Edward will get angry, this might affect the deal between Edward and Mr. March.” Jackson whispered.“It will not,” she muttered.Asher shook his head, as he stared at both mother and son. They had no idea where they had invested their money.Olivia looked around, she noticed how eyes were st

Mr. March brought out a folder which he showed to Olivia. Olivia winked at Asher to join her. While they were going through it, Mr. March couldn’t shake the frustration that was boiling inside him. His anger shimmered inwardly.“Ms, Olivia, I would suggest the young man should give us some privacy.”Asher chuckled dryly, he blamed himself for trying to help the man. It seems Mr. March is taking things too far. “Mr. March, Asher and I came here for this and there is no way I will tell him to leave except you want us to call off the deal.” She said, “Besides from what I am seeing here, you are neck deep in debt; there is no way I would want to invest in a company that many investors are pulling out. And now your health.” Mr. March felt irritated, “You are both against me?” He asked.“No one is against you, we are only trying to help you.”He barked, “Help me, how? By telling me to quit something I have been taking for so many weeks. That can never be possible.” “If you want to help

“Shut up,” Mrs. Deborah scoffed, “I am not surprised you are taking his side. You both look shameless. I thought you were more reasonable, and I was trying to hook you up with my son, but now I see the real picture. There is nothing special about you two, just some low-life people trying to fix their lives together.”*My daughter was right when she left you, you were never good enough to her. You didn’t grow up like we did. You’ve always been beneath her.”Olivia was boiling in inner rage, she couldn’t hold her temper. “You feisty old hag, How dare you speak to him like that.”“Did I just hear you call my mother an old hag?” Jackson asked, as his face turned red. “Say that again and watch what will happen to you.”Jackson’s face contorted in rage. He took a step forward and was about to hit Olivia, but Asher was fast enough to grasp what he was about to do. He brought his leg up and kicked Jackson so hard on his chest that the sound of the impact was sickening. His breath was knocked

Chapter 50 The shrill rings of Asher’s phone shattered the quiet of his bedroom like a knife slicing through silk. Asher groaned; with one arm stretched towards the bed stand; he groped from the vibrating device. The screen light nearly blinded him. He glanced at both the caller ID and the time. It was 5:24 Am. He sighed heavily as he swiped the answer before pressing the phone to his ears. “Mark, can’t you wait before calling me. This better be good.” “Young master, there is a problem and you need to see it. I sent you a message. It’s urgent.” Asher instantly sat up, sleep peeling from his bones like a wet coat. “What happened?” Mark exhaled, “I don’t know how to say it but you are trending?” “Trending? How?” He asked, swinging his leg out of bed. Asher couldn’t fathom what was happening, his mind raced through several thoughts. Why would he trend and for what reason? “It’s bad, not for a good reason,” Mark replied. “How bad is it?” Asher demanded. “Master, you need to