Meanwhile, at the mansion, the guards were all rounded up while Henry leashed them with the cane that he had in his hands.
“Worthless piece of junk... You were all beaten up by that worthless fool and you dare to come here and spill thrash?“ He thundered at them with so much fury in his voice.
“We are telling the truth. He wasn't the one that did this to us, it was that strange Lady.“ They replied.
“Get out of this place right away.“ He thundered at them with so much fury in his voice.
Meanwhile, they were already preparing for dinner while for the first time, Lady Willow was arranging the table herself.
Why are you doing this Mother when there are a lot of people that are ready to do it just at your order.“ She inquired.
“I'm just happy that fools are out of our lives and too are finally getting someone that deserves you.“ There was a smile hanging on her face.
“But why seven seats?“ She noticed since they always had just seven.
“I invited Vincent over for dinner.“ She noted and she was about to object but Lady Willow stopped her for spitting out a single word out from her mouth.
“This is the opportunity that you have always wanted and you have to seize it.“ She replied.
She could already feel her heart beating hard against her chest as though it was going to burst through.
Soon, a man walked into the dinning hall, having an air of grace, his suit glittered in the ray that came from the light as he walked gradually towards Lady Willow, took her hands, and kissed them.
“That's what I am talking about.“ Lady Willow said, shaking under her booths.
Walking towards Rachael, he kissed her on her forehead and held her hands.
“Now that fool is out of your life we can always be together just as you had always wanted.“ He kissed her once again on her forehead
Rachael could feel the strange sensation forcing itself through her blood stream. It made it feel like she was still cheating on someone.
Her instincts wanted her to push Vincent away but she forced her hands into a clutch. There was no way that she would do that, not now that she needed him most of all.
“I heard that Rachael's cooperation is about to be removed from the list of the project.“ Henry noted and Rachael threw a stare in his direction.
There was a tense air throughout the room. The grip around Rachael's hands tightened. This was the least time that she wanted to talk about this.
Something in her told her that if John was still there, it would have made things way too easy for her.
Once again, a deep sigh escaped from her lips. There was nothing that she could do at this moment..
With the announcement of the removal of the names, it meant that they had already lost. There was only one way that she could not even dare to think of.
But no matter how hard she tried not to, the possibility still streams into her head multiple times.
"What if she was able to get herself into the academy!" She thought, still shaking the thoughts off from her head herself.
There was no way that was possible! Her company was still a middle class company and only the best companies in the city could gain access into the place.
The only means that was possible for them was if they had been chosen by one of the top five companies as an escort. But all the top fives apart from Armstrong's family had already made an announcement for who they wanted.
Thinking about such at this moment wouldn't even be a miracle, it was just way too impossible.
"I think that I can get your company into the academy!" Announced. Vincent.
Everyone in the hall grasped instantly knowing exactly what that meant. It would mean that he would be doing the impossible.
"There's no need for you to try and lighten up our mood Vincent! We already know what is up here!" Rachael quickly cut in.
"And who said that I was joking Rachael! I mean everything about what I just said! I love you and I'm ready to do anything possible for you!" He Replied.
Their hearts almost stopped beating. Rachael stared right into his eyes, hoping that wasn't a joke.
"But how would you do that!" Henry quickly stepped in with his eyes bulging.
Vincent could see how much every single one of the family members respected him and his face suddenly formed into a smile.
He could feel the hot gaze of their respectful glances piercing through his skin at the moment and the pride filled smile on his face broadened even more.
"As you all know, the Armstrong family is the last to choose an accompanist. For that,I got a secret Intel that they organized a party for! The best performing company got to become an accompanist and with my father's connection, laying my hands on the ticket was a walk through the park!" He smiled.
"I can't believe this Vincent! You are really a God sent Son-in-law unlike that punk that I am pretty sure would be wasting his life away at this point!"
*********
John stood over staring back at Ariel. The air around her was suffocating as his eyes could not escape her bulging bulge.
"Thanks for saving my father's life!" She appreciated as they stepped off from the car and John snapped back to his consciousness.
Before he laid a magnificent building that was worth millions of dollars.
“Do you like it?“ He heard her say while he continued to stare at the magnificent building.
“Like it? It's a sight to behold.“ He replied with a smile on his face.
“Then it's yours. I will get the paperwork ready as soon as possible.“ She replied to him.
Wanting to object to it, she was fine with her decision and he knew that there was nothing that he could do about this now.
“Thanks.“ He appreciated her.
“No, I should be the one appreciating you.“ She responded.
“And my father wants to appreciate you, especially tomorrow at his party.“ She informed him and he nodded his head.
Ariel continued to walk and from the way that her heart rose on her chest, John could easily tell that she wanted to say something else.
"Is there something that you want to inform me about?" John suddenly added.
She paused, licking her lips and staring into his eyes seductively.
"I want to ask you! How about being my boyfriend for the forthcoming Academy?" She inquired, thinking that John knew about it already.
Everyone in the city did. John was taken about by the way the question came. Her boobs pushed upwards suddenly and he could barely utter a word as his face broke up suddenly into a sweat.
But he didn't want to give an immediate response.
"I'm going to think about it!" He was able to fight his urge and finally replied.
Ariel nodded as they finally made their way towards the car but there was someone leaning over the door smoking a cigarette
“And where do you think that you are heading to?“ He responded staring right into their eyes.
“And who are you?“ She replied with a frown hanging on her face.
“Get off the way right away or I am going to make sure that you pay for this.“
“Miss. Mia of the new age group isn't it.“ He responded with a chuckle.
Revealing his teeth that had been blackened by tobacco.
Walking slowly towards them, he made a strange sound with the whistle that he had in his hands as soon, a dozen thugs were already behind him.
The rate of her racing heart increased then time faster than it was already.
“What are we going to do now?“ She said under her breath but it was loud enough for him to hear.
“Just stay behind me Miss Mia, I am going to take care of them.“ He replied but that only got her even more confused than she was already.
“But.“ She was about to say but he would not allow her to spit out even a single word from her mouth as she went swiftly behind him.
“Guess the first person to die has already chosen himself.“ The lips of the gang leader broke into a dark smile.
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The Space BetweenJOHN'S POVThe moment with Divo stretches longer than it should, the silence between us growing heavier with each passing second.Neither of us moves first, both holding our ground in the narrow corridor like stepping aside would be admitting something neither wants to concede. Something close to defeat. Finally, I break the standoff. "What are you doing here?"Divo's response comes immediately, his voice cold and controlled. "I could ask you the same thing.""I was just passing through," I say. "Heading back to my room.""Interesting route," he says, his tone making it clear he doesn't believe me. "I was just passing through too."We both know it's a lie. Both of us were near the restricted wing for a reason, drawn to that partially open door like moths to flame. But neither of us acknowledges it directly, the truth sitting between us unspoken but understood."Right," I say after a beat. "Well. I should get going.""Yeah," Divo agrees. "Me too."But neither of us
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Afterward, the collective trial firing of the percussion cap guns by the police school instructors began.After trying out the new guns, everyone appeared incredibly excited. They knew what it meant to have the shooting speed increased by three to four seconds.Joseph himself also fired a few shots and just felt a huge recoil; the butt of the gun made his shoulder sore. Moreover, in terms of loading speed, even Louis XVI was streets ahead of him.Well, as for the Crown Prince, his strength lay in his intellect; firing guns was a task best left to Kesode.Soon, Principal Frient discovered another advantage of the percussion cap gun, "I feel that this gun has greater firepower than the 1776 model."Joseph nodded inwardly, as no leaking from the ignition chamber meant more of the explosive force of the gunpowder was acting on the bullet, definitely increasing the firepower.An instructor standing by nodded, "I feel it too. Moreover, this gun doesn't spray gunpowder smoke in your face whe
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The father and son shared a knowing smile and promptly set out.Upon leaving the workshop, Joseph headed towards the Marble Courtyard, only to see Louis XVI turn towards the tea room.He quickly followed and asked in surprise, "Father, aren't we going to the shooting range?""Indeed," Louis XVI nodded. "While they prepare the carriage, we can have a cup of tea, some pastries, and change our clothes in the meantime."It then occurred to Joseph about Louis XVI's super luxury carriage weighing 1.5 tons; with all his travel necessities, it would take no less than 40 minutes to prepare.He eagerly caught up to Louis XVI, "Dear father, you're going as a master gunsmith to inspect your work, there's no need for such ceremony. Why not take my carriage instead?"Louis XVI blinked, hmm, a master gunsmith, huh? That does sound interesting, very stylish.He heeded the advice and after a quick change of clothes, he left the Palace of Versailles and climbed into his son's grey-black carriage.The K
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