Irwin turned away from the strange young lady, who was sitting on the chair in front of him, to Bethany, who now has a smile on her face. Just about a moment ago, Bethany's face held an expression that was harder than a nut or a raisin, too hard to be cracked even by the most rugged part of a rock. Seeing her smile when he had asked a question didn't provoke anger or any hostile emotion. Instead, it struck something urgent inside of him. "Did she leave already or go to the restroom?" Irwin asked again. Without waiting to get a reply from Bethany, he turned back to the strange young lady with warm, elegant features. "Are you related to her?" Irwin asked the young lady, his eyes randomly straying to the pair of simple shoes she wore. Seeing the shoes the young lady wore, it struck a sudden memory in his mind, and his eyes widened as he looked back at her. By the time he looked at the young lady again, there were fresh tears rolling down her face. Her eyes were watery, and there w

Dowan has a good memory. This had helped him a lot when he was learning coding and several other tech skills that had brought him this far. Although he could meet a person just now, whenever he sees them in a period of time, he could remember them. But this mostly work for sounds than images, especially when it comes to humans. This voice sounded like someone whom he had met not long ago and he was right as he turned to see the young man who had dissed him just now at the vending machine. "You." Dowan muttered, very certain that this obviously wasn't what he wanted to say, but he needed to clear his head first and get his bearing. He needed to understand why anyone in their right mind would suddenly jump at him and snatch his phone for no reason. He had a cool, but this could never be accepted, not even by the self-accreditted meekest person in the world, Moses. "What do you think you are doing?" Dowan was trying not to explode or flare up. "Have you lost your mind?"Earlier he wa

"What is it to you whether she is my girlfriend or not!" Dylan roared.If there was anything that Dylan feared the most in his life. It was the day when Dina would openly reject him and say no to his face. He didn't think he would be able to live with himself. It's been two and a half years since he had been chasing her. He had done a lot of things for her, even though she had refused point blank. He had ran errands for her, protected her, bought all sorts of things for her even though she returned most of the package to his address through a dispatch rider. He loved to hang around her all the time. This was a kind of solace to him. It was better to him than sitting in his gaming space and playing on the gamestation.But what was rather inconvenient for Dylan was that whenever she was going to give him an open and honest answer about how she felt about him, he would instantly change the topic to something else. Or pretend as though he had just recieved an urgent call from a virtual

Dina Glendale remained standing at the front of the door which led out of the VIP section of the hall through which the guest speakers had entered and would exit the hall. Dowan Arrington had given his speech first because he wanted to leave as soon as possible to handle his business. He had been applauded and cheered on by many people. In fact, so many ladies offered flowers, cards and letters to him while the male wished to get his number since he was their inspiration. Dowan had not taken a moment of his time without talking about how God made it possible for him, attributing all his success to Him. Also, he made sure to reference the great inspiration that he had drawn from none other than his role model, the Supreme Commander. As soon as he had finished the speech, Dina had left the hall to come and wait for him here. Although half of his speech flew over her head, her major concern needed to be addressed as soon as possible. She couldn't let it slide. "We are so grateful to

"What is that?" Before James could even finish putting the question out, Dorathy raced to the table and picked up the cheque. She had been trying to figure out where all of these was going to lead to. And then when her daughter had reached into her bag and brought out a paper, she couldn't wait to get to the root of it. "A cheque?" Dorathy muttered, staring intently at the cheque in her hand. James had raced to her side to figure out what this was. Like mother like son. His eyes raced through the content of the cheque. "Oscow Consortium?" James added. "This cheque belongs to the ---""What!!!" Dorathy's exclamation didn't give him the chance to complete what he was going to say. Her eyes almost popped out of her face. What she had just seen was something that her tongue could not roll out as words, let alone her mouth gape to produce. "What did you --" James was cut short by his own shock, too. Both mother and son looked towards Isabella and Jessica. It would seem as though the