“Carl?!" Dr. Kessing shot up from his chair, surprised to see Carl. “You...how? I thought it was a 10 year sentence?" He was obviously flustered.Carl smiled and gently closed the door behind.Dr. Kessing quickly stepped out behind his desk.“Please... please have your seat.” He gestured at a chair across his desk— the one Thompson Montclair sat on earlier. “Wow. You look...I mean you look different. Are you sure you were even sent to the prison or restaurant?" He chuckled, his tone light and teasing.“Amnesty came and I was among the lucky ones that got pardoned.” Carl said convincingly, not willing to reveal how he actually got out of the prison to Mr. Kessington.“I just returned to the city this morning and I came over to the office to sort some things out but it seems today is really a good day. I can't believe I'm seeing you, Carl. Is Elira aware that you're back?” He said happily as she sat on his chair again.“You're not aware Elira wants to end our marriage?" Carl was slight

Mr. Kenneth dropped the call. “Grandfather is aware of the break up between you and Henry. He called a meeting and we must not miss it.” He said, already standing up, adjusting his suit. “I smell trouble.” Cassandra stood up and grabbed her purse. “Don't worry, Dad. There'll be no trouble.” She said assuringly, but she knew deep down she knew that fire is about to burn on the mountain since it involves the Varnovas family. The Varnovas family had been supporting their family business since she was going to get married to Henry, but things went south at that last minute.Carl dressed in a plain deep ash shirt and black slacks and walked out of his rent. He walked to Mr. Bobby who was outside on the pavement, relaxing his back on a recliner, his radio broadcasting midday news.Carl walked to him. Mr. Bobby sat straighter when he saw him coming, his eyes brightening. The last encounter Carl had with Thompson Montclair, turning down a Mansion worth million grand and gifts had left him s

Jane sneaked away from her atrocious act like nothing happened. Carl squinted on the Armani Prive gown. It was really damaged. Really bad. “What's her intention? Is she dumb to know that camera is everywhere? Rich pervert with snail brain!" Carl cursed under his breath.Jane smoothened his gown and wore a sweet smile. She met Mia and Betty, hands crossed behind her back, hiding the Blade.“... everything here costs a fortune. $15,000?" Jane Walked in to hear Betty lamenting about how expensive the dresses were.She stepped closer to her, the fake devilish grin on her face unwavering. Her expression twisted with perfectly practiced concern...but deep in her heart, it was pity...ugly.She began, arms latched onto Betty shoulder as though she was a close ally... Like she wasn't wishing she could stab her deep in her chest. How could Betty know that the smiles surrounding her was fake, practiced...to demolish her.“Oh Betty...well.. don't worry, we gat your back, babe. We'll handle the b

Hearing the name, Mr. Kenneth adjusted on the sofa. He set his glass of wine aside and looked at Cassandra, his daughter with a new interest in his eyes.“Nameless king?" He repeated, his voice smooth with an edge in it. Cassandra gave a double curt nod.He cleared his throat and started with a different voice. “The only mysterious powerful man the world has ever heard of.” Cassandra listened raptly as he was saying.“Some believed he's just a rumour, some said he's just the ghost of a powerful man who died many years ago, but even at that, his name touches every lips everyday, his name tops news headlines and magazines, and yet no one has ever seen him. No one knows who he is, another powerful thing about him is that he has knowledge about everything which makes some people also call him the earth God.” He responded to the best of his knowledge and then leaned forward picking his glass cup of champagne.“Is there anything you've heard?” He asked quietly, swirling the glass gently.C

“Carl?!" Dr. Kessing shot up from his chair, surprised to see Carl. “You...how? I thought it was a 10 year sentence?" He was obviously flustered.Carl smiled and gently closed the door behind.Dr. Kessing quickly stepped out behind his desk.“Please... please have your seat.” He gestured at a chair across his desk— the one Thompson Montclair sat on earlier. “Wow. You look...I mean you look different. Are you sure you were even sent to the prison or restaurant?" He chuckled, his tone light and teasing.“Amnesty came and I was among the lucky ones that got pardoned.” Carl said convincingly, not willing to reveal how he actually got out of the prison to Mr. Kessington.“I just returned to the city this morning and I came over to the office to sort some things out but it seems today is really a good day. I can't believe I'm seeing you, Carl. Is Elira aware that you're back?” He said happily as she sat on his chair again.“You're not aware Elira wants to end our marriage?" Carl was slight