The first man stepped forward; he thought Asher was frightened by his outlook; he tried to grip Asher but missed, staggering. The expression on Asher’s face changed, he kicked the man, after which he grabbed him and gave him a devastating punch in the face.The guard dropped to the ground, wincing in pain. His nose was bleeding; he covered it with his hand, but it wasn’t enough.“Do you know what you have done? You have the guts to hit my guard.” Stewart yelled with gritted teeth.The other guard was furious; he stepped forward, his fist swinging towards Asher, who caught it mid-air. Kicking the man to his knee, Asher didn’t give him time to react. He kicked the guard’s chest, and he crashed to the ground, grunting in pain.Stewart was dumbfounded; he moved back in fear when Asher approached him. Without hesitation, he ran away “I am coming back,” his last words before running towards the crowd.Asher glared At Chris; the man was frightened; he had no knowledge Asher was a skilled ma

That morning Asher got a call from Sandra Westfall. He didn’t hesitate as he answered her call. He kept his voice calm.“Hello, Good morning. Mr. Mancini.” “Good morning, Sandra. How are you?”“I am fine, sir.” She retorted. “Mr. Mancini, I called because it’s important. We are hosting an anniversary this weekend to celebrate our 43 years of being active. I will like to know if you can make it,” Asher hesitated for a moment, he had forgotten about such events. “What was I even thinking?” He muttered to himself.“Yes, I will be there. But just as a guest,”“Alright, sir. Is there anything you want us to do.” She promptly asked.“Just do your best.” He replied.The call went dead.A few minutes later, Asher was standing at Jules Boutique, One of the biggest stores in Kingwood. It had a three-storey building based on categories of items a customer would demand. The first floor was for kids, while the second floor was for adults, showcasing high-end luxurious items ranging from thousa

Asher frowned when he saw them; he couldn’t tell why he always come in contact with them. He was tired and wished he could do something about them.“Why are you here, Asher? Don’t tell me you’re planning to fraud the young salesgirl.” She spat. “Is this your new tactic? Has Olivia sent you away?”“What’s this all about? You should let me be.” Asher replied, looking at them with a disapproving gaze.Alexandra had her eyes darting from Asher to the two figures. She wondered who they were.“I am sorry, but the gentleman is planning on making a purchase; yelling at a customer is not permitted here. You should do that outside.”Mrs. Deborah blurted out, “You don’t understand, I am trying to save you from falling into his trap. This man you call a gentleman used to be my daughter’s ex-husband, and not just that. he goes around frauding ladies of their hard-earned money.”She continued, “He doesn’t have a dime with him. He can’t even purchase a sandal, let alone a shoe. You should send him a

At that moment, Jackson was dying slowly in jealousy; he couldn’t tell how Asher did it; he knew he had no money to slash on such an item if he decided to. On the other side, Andrew shivered not just in fear but in confusion, the weight of the situation was pressing down on him. Mrs. Deborah tried to mask the embarrassment that had engulfed her.“Asher, how did you get such an amount? Did you rob a bank?” Jackson asked.Asher smiled before he replied, “Why will I rob a bank when I have all the money available at my disposal.” Jackson and his mother exchanged glances, as his words hung in the air. Leaving them in bewilderment, other shoppers kept staring at Asher.“You are a pauper, Asher. Don’t try to hide the fact that we know, someone might have tipped you. Maybe Olivia Simpson, or her father, you might have fraud another female to have gotten it.” Mrs. Deborah said, as her face turned pale.Asher shook his head and replied with a smile. “It seems as though someone can’t see the

She blinked in confusion; her once confident demeanor was now beginning to fall slowly. “I don’t understand, I have an invitation. You can check it again, my daughter Emily gave me the invitation,” The second guard stepped closer, looking over the screen; he gave a low whistle and looked to his partner, “That looks legit.”“Yeah, but we don’t have clearance to let anyone in whose name doesn’t match the list. You could be related to her or came as her guests, but she would have had to submit your names before now.” Mrs. Deborah’s face flushed in embarrassment and rage, “What do you mean? How could this be possible? We have every right to be in there. Emily is my daughter, and she invited us herself. You can allow us to talk to Emily or Henry Marcus; they are aware of the invitation.”“Ma’am, you will need to step aside. We have other guests to attend to.” The guard was polite.Mrs. Deborah hissed in annoyance and frustration. She never imagined that she wouldn’t be let in. They moved