2025-06-24 00:49:33Mrs Elena Lawrence and Sarah Lawrence stared at the whole thing as they stood in shock and bewilderment.
“Mom, I can't see, what exactly is going on?” Sarah Lawrence slowly whispered into her mom's ear.
“Sarah, please be quiet, I can't understand what the heck is going on here too.”
“Why is Mr Thomas Wilson helping Abel Scott?”
“Something is not right, why is Mr Jeffrey Jefferson calling him Mr Jackson Alfred instead of Mr Thomas Wilson?”
“Something weird and disturbing is going on here and I really don't like it at all.” Mrs Elena Lawrence said as she stared at Abel Scott and Mr Jackson Alfred.
“Hey Mrs Elena Lawrence and Sarah Lawrence, I'm really sorry for that.”
“What exactly brings you and your daughter out of the mansion today?” Mr Jackson Alfred asked as he approached Mrs Elena Lawrence and Sarah Lawrence.
“We actually came to check up on Mr Zack Lawrence, Sarah's dad, but we ran into issues because of payments with Mr Jerry Jefferson…”
“Okay, how much are we talking about here?”
“How much is Mr Zack's hospital bill?” Mr Jackson Alfred immediately asked, staring at Mrs Elena Lawrence.
“It's actually three million dollars.” Sarah immediately said.
“Okay, consider it paid for in full, since this hospital is now owned by Mr Schmidt the new CEO of the Lotus group, he would be glad to have the bills cleared.”
“How does that sound, Mr Abel Scott? Wouldn't Mr Schmidt be pleased to have Mr Zack's hospital bill clearly?” Mr Jackson Alfred immediately asked Abel Scott.
“Sure it would really be a great idea for Mr…Schmidt to help me, I meant we, clear my father-in-law's hospital bills.”
“I really appreciate that kind gesture from Mr…Schmidt, my regards to him whoever he is.” Abel Scott said sarcastically.
He had actually planned to be the one that would pay off the debt for Mr Zack Lawrence, his father-in-law.
“Oh my God! My Thomas Wilson hasn't Mr Schmidt already done enough?” Mrs Elena Lawrence said as she fell on her knees before Mr Jackson Alfred.
“How on earth can we ever repay Mr Schmidt for his kindness?”
“We are forever grateful to Mr Schmidt for his kindness?”
“Please Mr Thomas Wilson, how do we meet Mr Schmidt we really need to appreciate him in person?” Sarah Lawrence asked, her voice was laced with a mixture of happiness and joy.
“He might as well be standing next to you.” Mr Jackson Alfred slowly muttered to himself.
“What was that?!” Mrs Elena Lawrence asked as she seemed to have heard a bit of what Mr Jackson Alfred had just muttered to himself.
“I said he is…away on a business trip, did you hear otherwise?” Mr Jerry Jefferson immediately asked.
“No, not at all, Mr Thomas Wilson, I just want to deeply say we all appreciate Mr Schmidt's kindness and generosity, even Abel Scott.”
“Please don't mind the fact that he isn't showing you some respect now but he is definitely happy that you and Mr Schmidt had just stepped in to save the day.”
“That reminds me, Mr Thomas Wilson, do you have two names?”
“Why is Mr Jeffrey Jefferson calling you a different name than the one we know you by?” Mrs Elena Lawrence asked, her voice although low was laced with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment.
“It's standard procedure for people like myself, you never get to know us directly.”
“Mr Jerry Jefferson, are the termination letters ready?!” Mr Jackson Alfred asked.
“Yes…yes Mr Jackson Alfred, it's ready!” Mr Jerry Jefferson said as he presented the termination letters to Mr Jackson Alfred.
“Good! Have this sent to those filthy peasants immediately, no one dares to insult Mr Abel Scott, his family members, do you understand me Mr Jerry Jefferson?!”
“Yes sir!” Mr Jerry Jefferson immediately replied.
“The only reason why you are not out with those imbeciles is simply because of your father Lord Jefferson.”
“I want Mr Zack Lawrence immediately discharged from the intensive care unit.”
“I will do exactly as you instructed Mr Jackson Alfred.” With that said, Mr Jerry Jefferson walked out the door, delivering the termination letters to Nurse Sabrina and Nurse Fredrik he raced back inside the hospital complex.
“Hey you two back away from the door!” The security men yelled as they held back Nurse Fredrik and Nurse Sabrina at the door.
“Mrs Sarah Lawrence, we are really sorry!”
“Please help us! We can't afford to lose our job, please!” Nurse Sabrina and Nurse Fredrik immediately pleaded for mercy at the door.
“Excuse me one moment, Mr Abel Scott, could you please come with me?” Mr Jackson Alfred asked.
Walking over to the door, Mr Jackson Alfred immediately opened the door and gazed at Nurse Fredrik and Nurse Sabrina.
“Security, you know what to do, I don't want them anywhere around this building ever again.”
“Their contract with us has just been terminated!
“Mr Abel, please help us!” Nurse Sabrina pleaded with tears in her eyes as she and Nurse Fredrik were thrown outside the gate.
Moments later, Mr Zack Lawrence is being wheeled out of his ward on a wheelchair by some doctors.
“Mr Zack, it's really great to see you again.” Abel Scott said as he approached him.
“The pleasure is all mine, being in the hospital has really fogged up my memory.”
“Elena, where is Sarah?” Mr Zack asked as he scrubbed his eyes.
“She is right over here.” Mrs Elena Lawrence said as she presented Sarah Lawrence to her father.
“It's good to have you back dad!” Sarah Lawrence said as her dad hugged her.
…
Now at the new mansion Abel Scott had gifted his wife under the pretense of Mr Schmidt, the new CEO of the Lotus group, the whole family is seated down and eating.
Mrs Elena Lawrence had made dinner to celebrate Mr Zack Lawrence's return from the hospital.
“Sarah, I'm really sorry for everything that you had to go through in the hands of Lady Natasha.”
“I really wished I was there to help.” Mr Zack Lawrence said as he bowed his head slowly.
“It's really okay dad, I'm still alive that is all that matters.” Sarah Lawrence said.
Just then, Abel Scott's phone rang, interrupting them at the dinner table.
“Abel, you shouldn't be having your phone at the dinner table.” Mrs Elena Lawrence said as she frowned at Abel Scott.
“I'm really sorry, I have to take this call.” Abel Scott said as he stared at his phone.
Walking outside the door, Abel Scott immediately picked up the phone.
“Hello, who is this?!”
“Mr Abel Scott, I think we have finally found a way to make Sarah Lawrence, your wife, see again.”
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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Sarah tightened her grip on the steering wheel, moving through the city with unfazed commitment. The city lights and buildings were blurry in the background as the black sedan's engine roared behind them in hot pursuit.Her chest was pounding seeing the sedan’s headlight cutting through cars like a predator chasing its prey through the grass through the rearview mirror.“What is happening, Abel?” She said, her eyes frequently change course between the road and the mirror. “Who are those guys? How did you know that they were after us? What is going on here, Abel?”Abel Scott kept his eye glued to the side mirror, observing as the sedan weaved its way through the busy road in relentless pursuit.“I have no idea, Sarah.” He said, his voice loud but overshadowed by the roar of the car engine. “Something didn't just sit right with me about the guy. The way he was watching us. The way he held his phone and moved toward us. like he was receiving instructions” he paused, then shifted his gaze
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
His eyes raked over Sarah for some time. “Mrs. Scott? A big shot at Heirs Holding, right? How on earth was this guy…” He said, jerking a thumb at Abel. “able to land a woman like you?”“What spell did you use, Abel?” Jude asked, turning his gaze to Abel Scott.Sarah's hand paused on the car handle. Her eyebrows narrowed. “Excuse me?” She rebutted. “You do not get to talk to my husband in that manner.” Jude scoffed, unfazed by the flare in her eyes. “Oh, come on, Sarah, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.” He said, his voice dripping with condescension.“This guy…This guy…” He continued, jerking his thumb at Abel again. “This guy scrubs toilets while you purchase companies and you tell me there is no voodoo here?” “What is the trick, Abel?” He continued, “What is it? Love portion? Is it Black magic? What is it, Abel?”“Where did you get it? Tell me so I can scoop a high-profile woman like her for myself too.” Abel Scott's fist curled into a ball at his sides, the h
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“Who's there?” the first man barked again. His voice echoed through the silent hallway. Abel Scott pushed the mop aside and slipped into a nearby supply closet gently shutting the door. He held his breath but the scent of bleach and damp rag filled his lungs. Through the narrow slit in the door he saw the shadows of the men searching for any sign of an intruder“Did you hear that?” the man with the Vandel insignia barked, his shoe scraping the marble floor. “There is someone else here.”“It is probably the janitor.” The second man said, his voice dripping with irritation. “Let's check the other office and get out of here. Lord Ammon Vandel is waiting for our report on the grave.”One of the men stopped in front of the supply closet. Abel Scott’s breath caught. His heartbeat thundering in his ears. After trudging through many office doors in the hallway, the men retreated. “What a sheer waste of time.” one of the men muttered as they walked into the elevator. “My God!” Abel Scott
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Abel Scott, now in a blue janitor uniform. The wheels of the mop bucket squealed as he pushed it down the hallway.“Look, it's the new janitor,” a brunette with the name tag Francisca said.Her red lipstick stood out against her pale skin. She had the aura of a person who looked down on low status workers due to her stalled career.“What is your name again?” she asked, loud enough to get everyone's attention. “Abel, right?” Another woman asked, she stood beside Francisca at the water cooler with her name tag reading Amelia. She had a clipboard under her arm. “Did they hire you to clean up your mess after that horrendous interview?” Francisca asked. “I am just doing my job. Ma” Abel Scott kept his eyes on the floor, slightly gripping the mop handle.“Ma?” Francisca scoffed, nudging Amelia. “He is too polite for a floor scrubber.” she laughed. “Tell me, Abel, do you ever dream of becoming something more than this,” she asked.“Dream? Why bother dreaming?” Amelia chimed in, her voice
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The heavy oak door of the nondescript cafe pushed open, faintly jingling the bell above. The scent of roasted coffee beans filled the air, mingling with the damp air of the morning rain.“You are late Mr Jackson,” Abel Scott said, his voice low but firm, sipping the steaming hot cup of espresso before him. “I trust you have read the paper?” Mr Jackson muttered, sliding into the seat opposite him, his grey suit immaculate, he adjusted his cufflinks.Abel's eyes flickered to the folded paper from the cemetery lying tightly on cafe table.He picked it up, unfolding it with deliberate care. His fingers slightly shaking as he smoothened the paper. He slid the paper to Mr Jackson.“Look!” Abel said pointing at a picture of a coin.“This looks like a map.” Mr Jackson said, carefully studying the paper. “Read what it say below the coin.” Abel Scott requested.“The coin is the key to the Scott family gold reserves. It lies where their heart rests.” Mr Jackson said, reading the scrawled word
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Abel Scott adjusted his tie, the same tie Sarah had knotted for him. He stepped into the Vibe Corporation lobby clasping his fresh resume tightly.The receptionist's eyes were fixated on her screen, her finger clacking against the keyboard. Abel Scott cleared his throat in an attempt to register his presence. “Abel Scott, I'm here for the janitorial assistant interview,” his voice was soft and low.She looked up, her expression flat as the marble floor. “You again?” she muttered, flipping through a stack of paper.“Fill this paper and wait in that room,” she said, sliding across a form and pointing at the room on the other side of the hall. Abel Scott sat, his pen inscribing words against the paper. His phone buzzed. It was a text from Mr Jackson Alfred. “The acquisition of ABC corporation has been finalized, Vibe corporations and westbridge distributions are now under your control, Lord Abel Scott. Do you have any instructions?” Abel replied quickly. “Ensure I get the janitor jo
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