In less than thirty minutes of live streaming netizens have grown to over fifty million which broke an Internet record of the past five decades. Never for the past fifty years in Internet space had netizens vehemently streamed online to watch how an event unfolded the way attention was paid to the GrandLord.The reality of his achievements was beyond what mere words could utter. The broadcasting companies doing the needful had generated more online streams than they had for the past five years.If it were to be possible, they'd passionately hope for Ralphael Gauthier to engage in several rescue missions daily. Would that be possible?The followers and fans of Ralphael Gauthier rapidly grew within the past few months of his profound acknowledgment. His composure and boldness in sight of challenges had earned him the name; “The GrandLord.”Grandlord Raphael Gauthier had raised the bar so high that it would be almost impossible for any human to accomplish what he had in the shortest time.
Grandlord Raphael Gauthier had decided to amble towards Margot Fournier and Celine who had been standing side by side and gazing at him all along. He was almost lifting his right foot into action when his grandfather's words came knocking into his eardrums.He paused at one spot and slowly rotated his neck towards the right wing to take a proper gaze on who had just spoken. He knew for a fact that those words came from Jacques Claude Gauthier but a stare into his eyes would reveal all therein.Grandlord reactively didn't utter any single word in regards to his grandfather's words until he had set his eyes on him. Jacques Claude Gauthier had already acknowledged his outstanding efforts after Laurent Moreau was shot down. Raphael Gauthier didn't expect him to stride over for a piece of conversation.Finally, he set his eyes on his grandfather, and without any further action, he was etched with elation while he breathed out in relief. He knew how highly Jacques Claude Gauthier spoke about
Grand Lord resonated with the words of his grandfather. He perceived his words as though Jacques Claude Gauthier was speaking to his younger version on what the reality of The Gauthier family would have become if Raphael Gauthier had succumbed to Laurent Moreau's insolence.The legal documents that connote a transfer of ownership would have stood against The Gauthier family if it was genuine and signed by both parties. If Laurent Moreau could pull off such a stunt in kidnapping Jacques Claude Gauthier to possess The Lion Winery Industries then hiring the best lawyers to defend what was signed forth wouldn't be much of a challenge for him.Who would have believed The Gauthier's family if they managed to come out alive and tried to reclaim their possession? Would have believed that a highly respected personality like Raphael Gauthier fell for such gimmicks without involving the police force which should be the best decision according to the constitutional provisions.It would have been
“Urgh!” Raphael groaned out deeply. Hot sweats dropped off Raphael's head and profusely flew down to his bearded cheeks, his face stiffened, whilst wearing his tattered worn-out white and black work outfit. He had been working tirelessly for over seven hours since he resumed work in the morning as a part-time Room service agent at one of the most-rated five-star hotels in Paris; Stamford Luxury Suites, an establishment he had graciously worked for about six years. His legs were aching in deep pain, he could barely see clearly as the stress from work's demands had somewhat blurred his vision. His stomach grumbled terribly. He hadn't had anything to eat since that day broke forth, not even water to quench his dried throat. Any attempt to get himself fed whilst at work would precipitate a hefty series of humiliations from his family in-laws who were the esteemed managers of the suite where he worked. Other staff could be overlooked but Raphael would commit a terrible sin if seen eat
In a couple of moments, a police cruiser drove into Stamford Luxury Suites residence and screened its brake a few miles away from the reception.The siren kept blaring out as three hefty 6"fit tall cop men headed towards the lobby where the suspect was being held.“Cops. This is the shameless pauper that stole our guest's $10,000, please do the needful as officers of the law,” Mr. Laurent swiftly informed the cop men whilst stylishly winking at them.“Yes, have him arrested!” Mrs Emma, the guest, Andre, and Marcel simultaneously consented.Raphael randomly gazed at their faces as they continually blurted out their false accusations. “No officer. They're lying against me. I stole nothing” his voice repeatedly resounded in self-defense.“You have every right to remain silent as anything said could be used against you in a court of law,” one of the cop men recited with his right hand placed towards his armed gun.“Take him out once at once! He's a shameless penniless thief!” All accompli
The cop men created a bit of privacy when they behold Laurent and Emma walking towards Raphael, they knew they were the ones trailing them from a distance.The cop men winked at them, they clearly understood they would want to have a moment with their acclaimed son-in-law before his detention.“Newsflash? I'm certain y'all plotted all these against me,” Raphael blurted out in confidence.“How could y'all be so cold-hearted to falsely brand me a thief? Huh?” He couldn't help but inquire, veins appearing on his forehead in fury.His family in-laws smirked and tutted their lips in ridicule. “Pauper, we advised you but you were so adamant and stubborn. Now look at you. Everyone believed you're a thief,” his father-in-law unleashed his heartfelt pleasure to Raphael's predicament.“You brought all these upon your impoverished self, stay off from our lives and walk away from our daughter, but you blatantly refused to buy our candid advice all these years,” Emma aligned with her husband and m
Being Raphael's fifth anniversary he had saved up some considerable cash to purchase a warm gift for her, but he had already used that to bail himself.Would he rather sleep in prison and miss being with his wife on their fifth anniversary or bail himself and explain to her what truly transpired?He had little or no choice and the better alternative was to have himself bailed. He flagged down a cab heading toward his family-in-law's route.‘I hope she understands?’ he kept mumbling in his heart as the cab arrived in front of Laurent's residence. He calmly alighted and paid off with his last cash.Within moments he found himself at the Moreau's entrance door, he could hear one of Westlife's hit tracks blazing off from the living room. “It's already party time?” he said and squeezed the door open knowing it was hardly locked before 6 pm.Raphael's eyes glared at his family-in-law who were seated comfortably in the living room.From their gestures, it seemed like they were patiently wait
Raphael without further ado narrowed his eyes to grasp a better view of the man standing in front of him, from his stature, he could deduce he was in his early 40s, about 6"1' tall with a well-shaved goatee. ‘Young Master? What does that even mean, huh?’ The persistent questions ran across his mind whilst standing to his feet. “Please who are you? Why did you call me such? Have we met before?” he continually questioned, staring deep into his face. The strange man quickly knelt before him with his hands lifted towards him in absolute honor. “Young Master, my name is Benoit. I'm your grandfather's senior butler. I'm…” he was about to complete his words when Raphael quickly turned and ambled away from his presence. “Young Master?... Please don't depart,” He quickly mouthed as he noticed the strange outlook after he mentioned working for his grandfather. Raphael kept mute with a frowned face, his arms akimbo. Benoit still ran in front of him and knelt once again. “Are you pissed off t