CHAPTER ELEVEN “Say it…” Richard insisted, struggling with his curiosity. Gerald nodded, but it didn’t seem as though his mind had agreed for him to say what he was expected to say. So he took a deep breath, hoping that it was going to be enough to make him speak. “I don’t think you are looking nice enough to be in this kind of place, boss. You could be mistaken for a nobody…” He looked away for a few seconds, unable to detect what could be going on in Richard’s mind.He wasn’t sure of how he was going to react to what he said, but when the silence didn’t seem like it was helping any longer, he was forced to return his gaze to him, staring with wide eyes.Richard had a smirk all over his face, and when Gerald seemed to have gotten a grip on himself, he decided to speak in a low tone. “But I am not a nobody, Gerald…” His voice was barely above a whisper, his smirk still intact. Gerald’s argument seemed to have been defeated just by those words, leaving him speechless even though

CHAPTER THIRTEENRichard was fed up with the entire situation, his anger rising as he slowly turned to face Gerald, giving him a stern look which he clearly understood.Gerald cleared his throat, and then he turned to face Timothy, eyes passing across a message which he could clearly not understand.The Manager clearly didn’t get the message, holding onto his peskiness and his attempt to make ridicule of Richard.“You…” He pointed him in the face, lashing out with his glaring eyes.“I am going to make you suffer for what you just said to me!” He swore, boiling aggressively as though he had a score to settle with Richard.Curious, Gerald drew closer to Richard, and then he leaned before whispering with wide eyes.“Do you have any problem with him, Boss?” He asked, and even though it seemed as though Richard was not ready to give him a response, he was still eager to hear an answer from him.Richard took a deep breath, and then he turned to face Timothy, looking him directly in the eyes

CHAPTER FIFTEENIn less than a minute, the entrance door to the hotel was swung open, and a familiar middle-aged fellow appeared, basking in the euphoria of the authority that surrounded him.Timothy sighed heavily as soon as he saw the man in a grey suit, his eyes flickering with hope even though it didn’t seem like it was going to be constant.“Mr. Maurice!” He cried out, attempting to lift his left hand to wave at his boss.But the pain that fellow at once reminded him that he was yet to be set free from the clutches of Richard.“Please, help!” He continued to cry out and didn’t stop until he was convinced that the owner of the hotel had seen him.Maurice Truck was not just an ordinary fellow, he was one of the most powerful and influential men in Beacon Hills.His fame and dominance preceded him, making most people who knew him very scared of him.Even those who had never seen him before were afraid after they heard about him.“He once burnt down an entire factory because the owne

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN“I think I can no longer wait…” Richard broke the silence, turning to face Gerald again.“You know what to do, Gerald…” He said calmly, and then he returned his gaze to Truck, holding onto his wry smile.Gerald walked away, making a call on his way out of the space.“Where the hell are you going?!” Truck asked angrily, watching Gerald walk away without bothering to turn to look at him.When he realized that he was not going to get any response from him, he turned to face Richard again, giving him a stern look.“Where did you ask him to go?!” His voice was impulsive, commanding the demand for a response.“You will get to find out very soon…” Richard said, taking a look at the guards who were standing behind the CEO.“You have quite a few minions, Tsomee. I wonder if you're aware that this is going to be the last time they will be working for you…”Truck arched his brow, staring the young man in the face.He searched for anything that could indicate that he was joking,

CHAPTER NINETEEN“I need you to come with me!” Truck insisted, but the more he tried to get closer to his friend, the more he drifted backward.“What are you doing, Jordan?!” Truck grunted, losing his patience.“Do you want me to lose my hotels?! I don’t have any other thing to rely on and you know that! You have to come with me!”“Why?!” Jordan asked, eyes wide with both anger and nervousness.“Why do I have to come with you?!” His wide eyes moved from one corner to the other, and even though he was scared of the armed guards, he was particularly worried about the man who could command such authority.The tension hanging in the air was so enormous that his hair stood, his heart beat like local drums, and his chest tightened.He couldn’t remember the last time he was that scared, and the fact that it didn’t look like he was going to be able to escape from that situation made it worse.For the umpteenth time, he turned to look at Richard and Gerald, forcing saliva down his throat.“I a