Jamie kept his gaze fixated on Asher, as he wondered what business would bring him over to his place. Asher didn’t respond right away; he pulled out an envelope from his back pant pocket and placed it on the desk before him.“What’s that?” Jamie asked with his brow etched with curiosity.“I have something I think you will find interesting, something that had to do with you and myself,” Asher replied, his confidence was evident.Jamie furrowed his brow, as he glanced at the file. He felt a sense of unease coursing through his veins. As his mind raced with several thoughts.“I am not interested in whatever you have, I don’t want to get myself involved in your mess.” Jamie took a step back, showing no sign of taking the file. Asher let out a short laugh, “You should check it out. It might be of great help to you.” He continued. “It might be something that would prove you are innocent. We are both in the same boat, but mine is different because, without your help, I can still overcome w

That evening, Asher stepped out of his car, as he adjusted the collar of his shirt, casually dressed as usual. A sleek bottle of aged wine cradled in one hand.He took a deep breath as he made his way towards the entrance. He waved at the guards who tilted their heads at him. He could not understand what gathering the family was having, so he came prepared. Just as he got to the entrance, Mia blocked his path with her arms wrapped below her chest. Her expression was gloomy and unfriendly.She stood firmly like she was guarding the gate to heaven herself. Her gaze landed on Asher, as sharp and cold as a glass.Asher stopped at his track, keeping the bottle balanced and offered her a polite smile. “Evening Mia.”“It’s you,” she sneered, with her voice dripping in venom. Asher could tell from her gaze that he wasn’t welcomed by her, but she wasn’t the person who invited him. He kept a plain demeanor knowing what was about to come. She always finds a way to remind him of his status whe

The wine was poured carefully into crystal glasses.Its deep, ruby hue glowed under the warm lights like a velvet promise. The aroma wafted up, rich and complex, carrying notes of dark berries, toasted oak, and a whisper of something floral.Mr. Owen raised the bottle, “Let’s toast to a good wine and unforgettable memories.” Glasses clinked, the first sip was taken, and then silence engulfed them.Not awkward silence, but the kind of silence that comes when senses are completely overtaken.Olivia’s lips parted slightly, as she tasted it. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Oh, my God.” She whispered.Levi let out a low whistle, “Where did you say you got this from?” His lips curled into a smile. Mia’s eyes widened, as she took a sip. Her earlier mockery faded. The same wine she underrated was giving her a good taste. She couldn’t bring herself to admit it was good; she just nodded. Mr Owen, after swirling and savouring his first mouthful, chuckled with deep satisfaction. “I have had wine,

After Asher left the Simpsons mansion, he called Jamie and demanded they meet at a restaurant close by. When he arrived at the location, he found Jamie seated at the corner with excitement in his face. Asher could tell it was because of the news that had taken over the internet Jamie’s eyes lingered from his phone to Asher. “I can’t help but watch this over and over again. Who would have thought that the mighty Simon family would be ruined to nothing.”Asher joined him, with a calm expression, but let out a smug smile “You did a good job,” Asher intoned.He smiled, shoving his phone into his pocket. “It wouldn’t have been possible without you. I still couldn’t help but think about the evidence you gave to me. Whoever gave you that must have spent years digging for that.”Asher shrugged, he called the waiter and placed an order for two. Two bottles of beer were brought before them, and they took a sip while continuing their conversation.“Asher,” Jamie called out, “About our discuss

“It’s not ordinary; it’s a guild to the hidden vault.” He managed to speak. A stunned silence followed; Stewart looked at him to be sure he wasn’t trying to trick him again. He loosened his grip, “Where is the map?” Chris didn’t hesitate as he pointed towards Asher. Asher stood unfazed. He knew Chris was trying to play a trick on Stewart, but he was making the wrong choice. Why use him to shift the attention? Stewart raised his brow as his gaze met with Asher. “Vault, that sounds like a child’s bedtime story.” “Oh, no. Mr. Stewart. Legends say it holds remnants of the ancients, the kind of power that can turn a man into something more. You can also find marks where diamonds are located. It’s a rare object.” “How am I sure it is real, and you are not trying to trick me,” Stewart asked with his eyes darting from Asher to Chris. “It’s real, the man there can tell. If not he wouldn’t have purchased it.” Chris muttered. Stewart took a step forward towards Asher; his expression wa