Jane woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. She did a little bit of exercise on her bed before getting off it. The memories of last night rushed back into her brain and she felt dizzy all of a sudden. What spirit made her agree to Allen's challenge? Yeah, the spirit of not backing down from a challenge. Today was the start of it all and she did not even know what to do. She dialed Charlotte's number but it wasn't reachable. "Whatever it is, I will follow my heart." She murmured and went to the bathroom. After she was done with her wake-up routine she went downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning, Mr. Ben. " She greeted as she pulled the chair and sat on it. "Good morning to you as well, Madam. How was your night?" "It was fine, thanks. Where is Allen?" "Master has left for work." "Oh, thanks." Jane spoke and ate her food in silence until Drake made his appearance. "Good morning to the house." He threw his car keys playfully and caught it. "Morning." "Good morning sir."

Allen woke up the next morning, as early as he would always to prepare for work. He walked into the bathroom and had his shower before coming out. His cold eyes dashed towards the tray on the table. He only decided to eat the meal after Drake forced him to and to be sincere, it wasn't bad but was this a way of seducing him? Through food? Shouldn't seduction come through seductive means? Allen couldn't stop thinking about what the young lady was up to but his suspicion about her still made him have his doubts about who she reallywas.He picked up his phone and dialed Drake's number. The latter answered the call with an angry tone. "Won't you please let me sleep enough? What have I done wrong to you or your ancestors?" Drake lamented. "I have found a way to figure out the mystery behind your unseen prediction about Jane." Allen replied, not minding his unnecessary rants. Drake who was still in bed sprang up to his feet immediately, his eyes were now clear and wide open. "I am open t

Old Madam Ryan rocked her body on the chair she was sitting on gently. Beside her was Paul and her cup of tea in her hands was a newspaper. Her eyes reamed lazily on the front page. On the page was Stephen's picture and it was about his company's progressive works.Old Madam Ryan's eyes sparkled with inner joy at the sight of the information she had seen. She closed the paper and sipped her tea gently. "What do you have to say about Stephen, Madam?" Paul asked after a while. "I am quite impressed with his recent performances." She replied. "But why do you prefer to praise Allen more than him?" He asked and Old Madam Ryan glanced at him before returning her gaze elsewhere. "They are different from each other therefore they should be praised differently. You seem to compare them to each other and at the end, Allen gets to be favoured the most. Why? Stephen is your biological grandson, shouldn't he... " Paul didn't finish his sentence as he waited for her response.Old Madam Ryan chu

Jane and Charlotte went ahead to pay a visit to Old Madam Ryan after checking up on Bruno's health progress. Charlotte seemed to be in a full mode of gisting as she did not stop saying this or that. She was also excited to meet the grand matriarch of the Ryan Empire that she had always heard about.Immediately after the car drove into the compound, Charlotte stopped talking. "Jane!!! You are poverty free for life." She commented "Yeah, just for two years." Jane replied and Charlotte snickered. Today she would be meeting the legendary businesswoman whose fame shone all around the country. She had seen her on television and the news.she had heard a lot about her and especially her family so she had a good impression of this woman.Charlotte, when she saw Allen the other day did her little research about him. She saw that Allen's name on social media was less in comparison to Stephen but the search topic about him was more than a billion. Yes, he ran one of the largest firms in the co

Drake who had been in all day trying to get somemysterious facts rights decided to leave his room in the dark and headed towards the building with a Torchlight.Not that he needed one anyway but it seemed logical to take that step. His steps hastened towards the building but before he could reach the entrance, he felt someone's presence behind him. He stopped walking and sighed before turning around. "Won't you let me do my work in peace?" He asked. Allen was standing in front of him with his hands inside his pockets. "What are you up to? You could have done whatever you want to in your room, it's one of the most spacious in this mansion." "Aren't you a man of a few words, huh? Look, I need the possible concentration that I can get. I don't want things getting out of hand." Drake replied as he waved his torch dramatically. "I hope you know that your torch is still on, right?" Allen asked. "Oops." Blake turned it off. His eyes went across to the figure that was trying t