“I don’t think you understand, Brian…” Lord Ambrose shook his head, eyes glittering with a rising concern. “These are not easy enemies. Some of them are almost as powerful as we are…”“Good…” Brian nodded, his wry smile still intact. “As long as they are not as powerful as we are, Grandpa. I will be fine…” He stood up, kissed the old man on his right cheek, and prepared to leave. “Take care of yourself, Grandpa. I will see you as soon as I am back…”The old man grunted, his expression slowly dropping. “Tiago, have you decided to punish me?” He muttered, yet his voice was heavy. “Father has nothing to do with this, Grandpa.” Brian retorted with a smirk, causing the old man to sigh. Brian chuckled softly, then he turned and walked away.He left the large room, straight to the elevator. The guards waiting outside quickly rushed to attend to him the moment they saw him walking out of the building. One got the car door for him while the rest got into the other cars. Th

“That’s because I am allergic to seafood. Mr. President.” Brian retorted, calm and with a low tone.“Oh…” Arthur’s smile vanished, replaced by a doused countenance. “I am sorry…” He cleared his throat, dropped his cutlery while his eyes were still on Brian.“I didn’t know, Mr. Brian. I wonder why Scott didn’t ask about your diet.” He looked around for Scott, a rising annoyance glittering in his eyes. “This is quite a terrible mistake…” He grunted, returning his gaze to Brian.“Maybe I should ask the chef to make something else for you. What would you like to have?” The President turned to the Head Chef standing by the corner while he listened attentively.“It’s okay, Mr. President. I am fine…” Brian gave a silent response, but it was loud enough to make the President return his gaze to him. “No…” Arthur shook his head, then he cleared his throat.“You can’t say that, Mr. Brian. You are a guest in my home. It is only right for me to make sure you are comfortable and have a

Convinced that the President knew more than he had said, Brian decided to remain quiet. He read the room, moving his eyes from one person to the other.Everyone, including the servants seemed to know something that he wasn’t fully aware of. So he cleared his throat, turning to Rex. The Aide seemed to be the only one who was bold enough to hold onto his countenance.Aside from the instant disdain that was palpable all over his face, there was something else, something he had no plans to hide.The glower was intentional, invented to convey a message. “Is there something that I am not aware of? Am I missing something?” Brian turned to the President, imploring his indulgence. The President chuckled softly, then he turned to the two Ministers, inviting them to do the same.He didn’t bother about the Aide since he seemed to be aware of what he was dealing with.When silence returned, he cleared his throat before he turned to face Brian. “I know who you are, Mr. Brian.” His

Saying she was beautiful was an understatement. She was a goddess, dead gorgeous, with the most perfect teeth. Her smile was everything; beaming with charm. As she walked down the staircase, silence followed, her calm composure trailed just like the end of her tight grey gown. “Is that…” Brian couldn’t finish his statement while he turned to face Scott.“The First Lady…” Scott muttered, a bit of relief in his tone. “Why is she walking toward us?” He made sure no one heard what he said, turning to Brian just in case he had any idea. The two guards spread the curtains the moment they saw she was getting closer, allowing her to walk through the space toward the two men. “You must be Mr. Regal. The Brian Regal…” The lady said, as she stood before Brian and Scott, her smile still intact. “Welcome to the Presidential Villa.” She added, extending her right hand toward Brian. Thinking that she wanted a handshake, Brian reached to grab her hand, but she withdrew at once, ges

“When did you leave Lakeville?” Brian asked, his voice calm and composed. Matilda’s smile dropped, her expectation doused by the utterance from him. She counted, silent yet curious. “Seven years ago. Why?” “I see…” Brian nodded, his smile unwavering. “That means you must have heard about my family then….” “Mm-Hmm…” The First lady nodded, but something was missing from her eyes. Unlike any other person who had to speak about the Regals, she didn’t seem like she was excited about it, her countenance was drained of its color. “Your family owns most of the estates in Lakeville. That I am aware of…” She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “I am also aware that you own one of the biggest Tech companies. Prime Tech…” She seemed pleased when she saw the surprise on Brian’s face, then a chuckle followed. “Yes, Brian. I know, my husband told me.” She stated, holding on to her smile. “But even with all these acquisitions, I am sure your family can still expand their b