Elsy summoned her courtage and managed to go back to her house. She went there for just two reasons. Firstly, to get her luggage out of his house and secondly, to confront him. If he thinks he was going to go free of charge then he should step off his high horse. She went through his documents and fell on allthe contracts he signed with Marchburry. Going through every damn content, she was able to go through the terms and conditions of the contact. Indeed, Jace didn’t lie when he said Carlos' automobile no longer belonged to him.“My god, how come I didn’t see all this? I have been living in this house for as long as possible and it was just below my nose. How stupid I could be.” Elsy yelled at herself. She continued going through some documents of his. She found a pull of money. Not minding how much it was, she removed five lots of it and put that in her purse. She now kept the other pull back in its rightful position. When she heard the door creaking, she knew it was Carlos. She
“I think we should take things slower. Let’s not rush things so we can learn to know each other better. Let’s define our priorities and goals.” Amelia mentioned while they were having dinner.“That’s true, you are very correct. I don’t want us to rush things. Let’s take the process gradually.” Jace confirmed.They spent another hour and it was time to leave. Jace opted to drop her at her house but she insisted that she wants to get a cab.“You have to chill, I’m not gonna allow you to go home on your own.” Jace insisted as he opened the car door for her. Left with no choice, she entered.She didn’t want in any way to be a burden to him, that's why she kept on refusing most of his services. This one she wasn’t going to escape.“Have a sound sleep.” Jace said. He dropped her in front of her gate and waved his hands at her.“Thanks, do have a nice sleep too.” Once he dropped her, he was off to his father’s house. It was literally two weeks since he had last set his foot in their house.
The morning lights reflected across the glass windows, jerking Jace Winston fromhis slumber. It was 7 am, and he was still slouched on the L sofa chair. His overdosing was associated with him coming back home late last night.He left the house yesterday as early as possible to go search for a job. Unfortunately, he found none. No company seems to be hiring. He desperatelycame back and dozed.His gaze shifted to the royal king bed where his wife usually lay. There was no one in bed, just a note laid on it, "Make sure you arrange my bed." It was written by Amelia Bradley; his wife.He quickly arranged the bed, took a bath, wore something, and ran downstairs. Maybe she was still down, he had intentions of asking her a favour. He wanted her to give him a lift since he had no money with him. In marriage, it was normal for a wife to give her husband a lift, but for him, it was considered a favour. That's because Amelia never wanted him close to her Chevrolet Camaro."Here comes my son-in
"Didn't I warn you to never repeat the word 'sorry' in front of me?" Mrs. Elizabeth barked in anger."Get out of my sight, return to the kitchen, and prepare lunch," She yelled at him.He quickly returned to the kitchen. Contemplating on what he could possibly cook which wasn't going to end his mother-in-law scolding him again. He asked the main maid, but she told him to prepare what he feels would be liked by the woman. Even the maids of the house were beginning to look down on him.Grilled Chicken, beans, fried rice, and mashed potatoes were served on the dining table; fully prepared by Jace.He went upstairs and informed Elizabeth Bradley. Two minutes later, she was down, ready to devour what her son-in-law prepared for lunch."Taste the food!" Mrs. Elizabeth instructed."Did you say something, mother?" Jace asked, to be sure that's what his mother-in-law really wanted from him."Are you deaf? Didn't you get me? Or did I speak with water in my mouth? I said you should taste my food
Did the caller take him for an idiot? He knew he was an orphan. How the hell would someone call and tell him it was about his father?"Young master, are you still there?" The person asked after noticing the sudden quietness."Yes, I am." Jace said coldly."Please let's meet and talk. I have a lot to tell you."After the person's explanation, just one thing came to Jace's head. The caller was surely a defrauder who tried to rip him off of his money. The funny thing was he didn't even have a penny with him. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't take anything from him.He decided to give a shot at the man's request. He told him where he was."Okay, young master. Let's meet at St Graven Hotel." The caller said."Did you just say S-St Graven Hotel?" Jace shivered just from hearing the location.St Graven Hotel was one of the most luxurious and expensive hotels in the city of Madrid. Apart from its beauty, it belonged to Mrs. Vanessa Morgan, his mother-in-law's friend. He wondered why in all th
After two hours of ride, they finally stopped in front of a gate. It was written "Winston" on the tall metallic slide gate. Apart from its elegance, Jace had never come across a tall and exquisite gate like this. The gate slide opened, revealing the interior of the house. Everything about the interior screamed wealth.Once the gate opened, two guards with guns approached their car, after a thorough check-up, the car was permitted to walk in. The car stopped in the middle of the courtyard. The driver stepped out and opened the door for them. While the car made its entry, Jace spotted a middle-aged man standing at the entrance of the doors to the house. He was surely in his 50s. He was putting on black pants, a white button-down shirt and had flip-flops on his legs. His hands were dug into his pants, observing the car as it made its entry."Young master, please walk out and follow me." Jace simply nodded his head and walked out of the car. They were now walking towards the man.Immedia
Jace was utterly confused by his father's words. Even though looking at his mansion, the cars around, and the good life his assistant seems to be living, it showed he was a big shot. But funny enough, there was no company with the name Winston. Which companies was his father referring to? He asked himself. Though he was poor he had notion of some things."Father, you mentioned I would inherit your properties. What properties are you referring to?" Jace questioned nervously."Oh, I see where you are driving too. I know you ask this because you know no company with the name written 'Winston' not so? But don't mind I'm going to clarify things for you.""When my wife, your mother passed away Twenty-four years ago, I decided to name all my properties after her name. She was called Dahlia Storm. So all my enterprises bare the name Storm." Damian declared."Do you mean Storm Jewelry and Accessories belong to you?" Jace questioned surprisingly."Oh that, that's one of the smallest firms I own
Everything seems to be happening so fast around Jace. He wondered if today was ever going to end."Before your arrival, I asked my maid to arrange a room for you. I asked her to pick the biggest room. You deserve the best." Damian said with a winning smile on his lips.The mansion was very beautiful so would anyone want to spend the night there.Jace turned looking at Damian's armoire which was made of gold. He woke up from his seat to take a close look at the armoire. This made Damian remember one of the important things he had to announce to him."Oops, son, I totally forgot to let you know about something.""Something, is there any problem?" Jace asked as he was scared."Oh no, on the contrary, it's something interesting." "When we discovered you were still alive and were on the edge of finding you. I decided to offer you a gift. A gift to apologize for all the years you spent out of the house. I bought Marchburry Group and Co Ltd and I had my assistant buy it under your name. You