Ava spoke up quickly when she noticed the look on the face of her friend, Cynthia, who was observant and smart. “Smith Edward? You must have heard it wrong. How could I have any connection with Edward? I won't dare offend him even if I do have a connection with them,” she said and her friend arched her eyebrows. “But you sounded sincere about offending Edward earlier,” Cynthia insisted and she shook her head with a sigh. “I thought I'd told you. It must be a mistake. And besides, why should I offend the emperor's son with whom I have no connection?” She asked and her friend shook her head. “It seems you're right anyway. There's no way that I can save you if it's the emperor's son you offended,” Cynthia replied and Ava nodded her head in response. She forced out a smile on her face and replied. “I know, right.” “Give me his details before you leave. He might be someone my dad is acquainted with so it won't take anything to convince him,” Cynthia said in a concerned tone and s
“Is that the reason why you called me here?” He demanded in a cold tone. He didn't bother to mask his emotion. He was angry at her for asking him such a question. “No. I mean please can you…” he interrupted her before she could complete her statement. “Is that the reason why you became my friend? Is it because you wanted me to help you? Friend with benefits,” he said and threw a cold gaze at her. She swallowed hard and lowered her head in shame as she noticed the look on her face. At that moment, she regretted her actions. She shouldn't have asked him to do such a thing.“No, that's not the reason,” she said and kept quiet. She didn't know what to say. That was right. At first, she befriended him because she needed his help and some information from him but when they began to get closer, she discovered that he was a carefree person despite his status. “Then tell me why you called me here and asked me to help you talk to your former boss,” he demanded and slammed his fist on the t
“Why 99/100 instead of the full mark that you claimed I got?” Smith asked with a surprised look on his face and the lecturer scoffed. “I don't have an answer to it. Congratulations anyway,” the man said and handed the result to Smith. Smith stared at the result and arched his eyebrows, unable to spot any mistake that he made. He got all the questions correctly. Why wasn't he given the correct score?“I got the whole mark so why are you…” the lecturer interrupted him before he could complete his statement. “I'll take my leave. You can report to the chancellor so she can assign you to your class,” the lecturer said and walked out of the hall quietly. “What the hell! What's the meaning of this?” He asked as he glanced through the result for the umpteenth time. “Let me go and see her,” he said and walked out of the mini-exam hall with a smile beaming on his face. He knew that they'd be a reason why they reduced his mark. Or was it because they didn't want the media to make their que
“That's enough. We're in the class and people are watching,” he complained as she clenched tightly to him as though her life depended on him. “I don't care if they're watching. What matters is that my friend is here with me,” she responded and he shook his head with a sigh. “Yeah. You're right,” he muttered and whined softly then she pulled away from the hug. “It seems you guys seem close. But you should know that hugging in the class in such a way is inappropriate,” Mr. David said and he arched his eyebrows. “Inappropriate?”“Is there a rule that prohibits us, the students, from hugging against each other?” Smith asked and Mr. David looked up instantly. “I know there's none but that doesn't mean you should…” he interrupted Mr. David before he could complete his statement. “I think that's enough for the proof that I need,” he said and Mr. David stared at him speechless.The students were surprised to see the newbie, Smith, render Mr. David speechless. This was the first time tha
"What do you want?" Smith lowered his head in shame as he walked into the well-furnished and air-conditioned office. The office looks expensive and classic. "Good morning, Mr. Adam," he greeted in a low tone as he walked closer to the bald man sitting on a swivel chair. "How may I help you?" Adam asked and stared at him in disgust. He couldn't hide how displeased and disgusted he was to see Smith. Smith was wearing an old-fashioned and worn-out suit which was patched on some sides. Everything about him was stanched of suffering and poverty. "How did this man enter my office? I'm going to fire the security guard for sure," he asked himself as he stared at Smith disdainfully. Smith, who understood the look on his face, lowered his head in shame. He was no longer surprised. He was used to the hateful and disdainful look from friends and even families. What did they expect? He was just a part-time cleaner who tried different shifts at many restaurants just to make a living.
"I've trans…" he swallowed back the words almost immediately as he was about to spill out the truth.He wanted to tell them that he'd paid for the surgery fee, but on second thought, there was no need to tell them since they wouldn't appreciate his efforts. They were going to mock him instead. They could lay false allegations on him that he stole to pay for his wife's surgery.He couldn't forget how the entire family humiliated him last year during Olivia's birthday because he gave her a second-hand necklace from a store.She poured expensive wine on him, made him undress, and forced him to clean up while the family and guests watched.He snapped out of his thought and his gaze met with the cold and hateful glares on their face. He ignored their expression like it was nothing and shoved his old mobile phone into his pocket."What do you want to show us, you good-for-nothing human?" Madam Kate cursed under her breath. She glared at him with anger seething through her.She couldn't hide
Smith stared at the doctor for a while, shocked and awestrucked by his disheartening revelation. It wasn't had been disheartening if he was the owner of the unborn child in her.He can't certainly be the father of the unborn child in her. He could remember vividly that he'd never have sex with her before. They were just only husband and wife on signed paper. He sleeps on the floor while the wife, Georgina, sleep on the bed. So how did she manage to get pregnant? Who's the father of the unborn child in her?He couldn't ignore the pain that stung his heart as his nins reminisced on the questions he'd asked himself. Though she obviously doesn't love him, he couldn't believe she could cheat on me. Wasn't she cheating? The slight bang on the table brought him out of his world of thoughts. He blinked his eyes and turned to the doctor, who looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong with you, Mr Smith?"the doctor, Lincoln, asked as he stared at Smith who was lost in thought. "I'm fine.
Smith swallowed hard the lump that formed in his throat as he walked into the big restaurant which wasn't occupied with many customers like it used to be.He ignored the disdainful looks the customer threw at him. He can't take it to his heart since he's used to it anyways. He made his way toward his boss's office. He took a deep breath as he stared at the wooden door of his boss, Mr Peter, before him. He leaned closer to knock at the door but the loud voices coming from the office made him stop. "I need money, dad,""What! But I thought I had sent some cash the last two days. So why are you asking me for money today?"He shook his head with a sigh as he heard his boss daughter, Madelyn, in the office. It's obvious that they're at it again. "Because I've used it and I need it,"she replied nonchalantly. "What do you take me for? As your money making machine?""I don't know, dad. What is the reason why you're working? It's because of me obviously so why are you being reluctant