CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE Marcus scoffed, shaking his head slowly.“That was no luck, Luke Abel. That me whooping your ass, and I will do it over again, you had better leave with whatever is left of your ego.” Luke growled, his eyes still glaring at Marcus.“Enough of the talking then! Let’s see if you will be lucky this time around!” He lifted his clenched fists, and after he had taken a combat stance, he began to move toward Marcus, aiming for his chest. “Be careful, Marcus!” Sheila said with a tense tone, not sure if she was ready to watch. Luke was angered by her utterance, but that was able to fuel his rage, causing him to move faster while he kept his eyes on Marcus.When he was certain that he had locked in on his target, he swayed his right fist, aiming for Marcus’s chest, but he missed the moment the young heir drifted backward. “That was too slow, Luke.” Marcus sneered, his voice laced with ridicule.“You should go faster next time. You throw a punch like a baby.” He sniggered

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE “It’s true…” Fred muttered, turning to face Richard with wide eyes. His chest tightened, and he couldn’t tell if it was because he was he had been running or because he was shocked at the sight before him,Richard grunted the moment he set his eyes on him, placing his hands on the desk the moment he leaned forward. “What are you doing here, Fred? I can’t remember asking you to see me in my office.” His eyes sparked with annoyance, and that was something no one was used to. Fred swallowed hard, still struggling to catch his breath.“Are you really going to make Marcus in charge of the ceremony?” He asked, hoping for a pleasing answer.his question had left the school administrator speechless, and he stared at him with wide eyes.“Who told you that?!” Richard asked with a high tone, but that was not because he was afraid of the student, but because he had only discussed it with a few members of the school staff. That could only mean on thing, and that was that

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE Gwen nodded, and then she held onto him tightly, peeping from the side while she continued to struggle to catch her breath. As the men drew closer to them, her chest tightened, her heart pounding aggressively against his ribcage. She took a deep breath, her eyes looking around just in case there was someone else watching and ready to attack her.Marcus was calm, staring at the men as they drew closer. He took a deep breath, his eyes looking from one man to the other while he tried to get a grip on himself. “Who are you?” He asked with a low tone, looking from one man to the other while he waited to hear the response that they were going to give to him. The men didn’t say a word to him, seeming like they were acting as if he was not exist.They had their eyes on Gwen, and even though they couldn’t see her clearly, that didn’t look like it was going to dwindle their determination to do whatever they had in mind. “You know that you can’t really hide from us,

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN Scarlet almost spilled the hot coffee on her body. She jumped up from her chair and left for the garage calling out to the Chauffeur who followed her immediately. Sarah also rushed to the garage; she was the only one who knew which hospital Philip was admitted to, and Scarlet in her panic, forgot to ask. They soon got into the car and zoomed off. They got to the hospital to find Philip in bed with his left leg strapped up and hanging in a sling. He was unconscious with bruises all over his face. The sight of her only son in that awful state sent shivers down her spine, she called out to him but he was placed under anesthesia. Soon after Rebecca Philip’s younger sister walked into the ward, she was in her Religious attire, and for a moment, Scarlet forgot about her deep disapproval for the lifestyle her only daughter chose to live. They both embraced themselves in comfort. “It’s ok Mother, he will be fine. I promise.” Rebecca assured her mother who wept bitter

CHAPTER NINETY Lola parted her lips, but then she realized that she didn’t have any words to say to Marcus. She looked at the Sommelier as though she was expecting him to speak on her behalf, but the young man quickly looked away, taking a deep breath. Taking a deep breath, she returned her gaze to Marcus, still attempting to find the most suitable response to give. “Just give us a little more time, Mr. Trevor. I promise you that the event will start in earnest.” Her voice was firm, but her words were not reassuring.Marcus didn’t look like he was going to be able to hide his annoyance, looking her in the eyes with a twisted expression. “I really hope that your words are true, Miss. Thumbel.” He took a deep breath, and then he cleared his throat before he continued. “I will be here for the next thirty minutes and if by then the show still refuses to start, then I will be on my way.” Lola nodded, but she still showed signs that she wished that Marcus hadn’t said that. At that