Irene walked towards the stage and grabbed Alessia off the podium."What are you doing?" she asked angrily."I don't understand," Alessia said, anger visibly showing on her face."Jason is my man, and you know it. So tell me what the fuck was that?" Irene looked at her."I love him, and I don't mind screaming it out loud that I am in love with Jason Walker," Alessia replied boldly."Oh, you do now, right? Where were you when he had nothing? I am pretty sure you were one of the many people who criticized Jason back then," Irene said angrily."Well, I am not the one with the bad luck!" Alessia shot back at her sister.Irene's hand moved before her lips could. The deafening slap echoed through the hall, shifting everyone's attention away from me for a moment."Where did that sound come from?""Did you hear that?""I could have sworn I heard a deafening slap just now."The students all stared at Alessia and Irene. Alessia was holding her face while Irene was fuming with rage."Did you jus

Sniper was about to talk when a call came into my phone.I looked at the caller and saw that it was Nicholas again.I frowned. I had not been going to work for some time now."I have got important things to attend to," I said angrily.Marcus looked at me."Are you alright? Why don't you pick that up?"Mr. Nicholas had been trying to grab my attention for some time now. Ever since I came back from the dead, I hadn't been to the organization even once."Don't you think you need to answer the man?" Marcus asked.I frowned."This is my company. I believe Mr. Nicholas is capable of looking after it. Besides, I trust him."Marcus looked at Sniper and then back at Zeek."He is right, Jason. You need to pay more attention to your family's business," Zeek chipped in.I smiled and turned my attention back to Sniper."You were saying?""I heard Henry and Dylan talking about another man who went rogue. I think he also knows about the death of your parents," Sniper said, looking at Marcus."Anothe

"You won't dare!" Henry shouted. "Do you think those people have the right to have me pushed out of my own organization?" he roared again."To me, those people's opinions mean a lot more to me than yours ever would," I replied.Richard Desmond let out a smile, seeing that I was trying to outsmart Henry even at his very own game.Eric and Camilla looked at each other and saw that I was no longer the timid boy I used to be.I looked more fearsome and more determined than ever."Why don't we go ahead with what Mr. Jason has just said? It is a tie between you both," Richard said, looking at Henry's face.The tension was visible in the boardroom as the people who wanted me out and those who wanted Henry out started to quarrel among themselves.I could see that the room was already in chaos.I let out a smile and looked back at Henry with a calculating gaze.I had wanted him to work with the security personnel, but maybe with the right push, I could have him sent out of the organization com

I landed on the floor and couldn't believe what I was seeing.“This is impossible!” I shouted in anger as I grabbed the paper from the floor.I walked back into the mansion and stared at my enemies in the eyes.“Did you do this?” I looked directly at Fiona.“I know you don't like him, but must you go this far?” I asked angrily as I squeezed the paper in my hands.Fiona looked at me with a confused expression.“What are you talking about?” she asked.I stared at her carefully. From the look on her face, she might not have had a clue about what my grandfather had left me.“So you were going to tell us who killed Sir Thomas?” Camilla's gaze met mine.I had a troubled look on my face, and for a moment, I stood there silently, looking at their faces.The truth was that I was having more enemies by the day, and it was becoming difficult to know who I could rely on or trust. I looked at the paper again before turning my gaze back to Fiona.“I don't know what you did to him, but I am going to

Marcus dropped into the sofa chair in front of him. He looked worn out and tired from all the paparazzi drama that had been going on with Jason and him trying to be good friends.If left to Marcus, he would have loved to overlook everything that had been done to him and simply live a happy life.His phone chimed.Marcus picked it up and saw an envelope.“Work done, boss.”Marcus nodded and dropped the phone back onto the table in front of him.He got up and strolled toward the wine shelf. He grabbed a bottle of whisky and sat down to drink.His mind went back to Jason and how he had reacted when they left the Carter mansion.“Was he hiding something?” he said slowly as the hot flavor of the whisky burned his tongue.Marcus shrugged and sighed.After the death of his father, Marcus had done nothing but distance himself from the company. But since they were now done with their education, it was time for him to resume his work as the CEO of the company his father had left behind for him.