CHAPTER FIFTEEN*Back to the present*"Mr Hughen?" Mr Jordan shot him an inquisitive look.His words startled him, snapping him back to reality. "I-I am s-sorry what?" He stuttered.Fuck! It was unlike him. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Janice eyeing him curiously. The last thing he wants is to rouse their suspicion. Not at this point!Great! Mr Jordan is now giving him the once-over look."Are you alright Mr Hughen?""Yes of course! Is just that I woke up with a nasty headache. but I'm super fine now thanks to this wonderful homemade pork soup. In fact, it is the absolute best!" He said gaily intending to change the subject."Oh thank you. Abigail is a brilliant cook. That's why she's been working with us for a decade now!" The happy Abigail slightly tilted her head in appreciation.He forced a smile then reached for the cold glass of lemon juice and took a sip."So? You haven't answered the question, Mr Hughen..." "Oh right! So um...like I explained to Janice be
CHAPTER SIXTEEN*Kiss me More*"We sedate the horse and use a pair of pliers to crush one or more of the warts deeply enough to make them bleed,” the veterinarian explained. “This will often give the immune system a signal that an intruder is present, allowing the horse’s body to mount an immune response, to fight the warts, faster than when you simply leave the warts alone. Usually, within a week to 10 days, the warts shrink up and are all gone. In the meantime, we may give the young horse some bute or Banamine to help with the discomfort while recovering.” She proceeded to inject the horse with a syringe.The vet doctor gently petted the horse as it neighs softly.Drake nodded with his muscular arms folded as he aptly observed the vet doctor. Doctor Rose appears to be in her mid-thirties. Her ginger hair was pulled back in a bun. Freckles dotted her cheeks. She casually wore a striped shirt and denim jeans underneath her lab coat with a pair of hiking boots. She was averagely pretty
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN*The Mysterious temptation*"Have you made up your mind yet?" Hannah asked as she handed her a cup of hot coffee and sat beside her friend sprawling out on the sofa in pyjamas. She placed hers on the table too after taking a sip."Thanks," Janice said as she took a sip of the hot coffee and placed it on the table.She exhaled and stared at the window of her room. The rain was drizzling now."Well, I thought we're gonna rub minds about it." Hannah shrugged in response. "It starts with you, princess. You're the chairperson!" She winked at her.Janice giggled. "Give me a break! We're best friends and we're in this together. Just in case you seem to forget."Hannah rolled her eyes at her. " like I would forget that."They huddled close together with their faces about two inches apart."Okay, so I've been thinking...we should go to an entirely different place this time. Our last vacation was in Paris. So how does Africa sound like?" She said as she rubbed her chin.Han
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN*the Radiant Isabella 1*"Hmmm... Is he that alluring?" Hannah said with a hint of humour in her voice.Janice furrowed her brows in confusion at her friend. "What? You have misgivings about him perhaps?"Hannah shook her head frantically. "No! I'm just teasing. I was wondering what's so special about him.""I don't know too. There's something captivating about him that attracts me to him. I can't get my hands on it.""Does he feel the same way about you?"Janice hesitated. Come to think of it, does Drake really feels the same way? does he at least have feelings for her? Maybe he doesn't. After all, they are just fuck buddies. I mean, that's what they were before but now... Now she's really serious about him.She bit her lower lip nervously. "I don't know for sure. And after he disappeared like that too." She shrugged "maybe to him, I'm just some spoilt twerp that he's working for and sometimes shag" Her face suddenly twisted in disgust as if she eat a bug. That didn
CHAPTER NINETEEN *The Radiant Isabella 2*The Jordans had great generational power. Even in the late 1800s their great grandfather, Albert Jordan was a notable politician and businessman. He passed down the family fortune to his son, Walter Jordan, the father of Thomas Jordan. (Janice's father). However, owing to the increasing development of the era to a more digitalized era, Mr Thomas brought a drastic twist to their business by setting up A.L.O.S a high-tech company to serve through the technological advancement era of the 20th -21st century.Unknown to the public, the Jordans have a stenchy skeleton in their cupboard- A long history of secret that they are determined to take to their grave. If by chance, that secret ever gets out their well-polished reputation may be in danger of getting soiled and everything they have ever worked for all through the years will go down the drain. And they simply cannot afford to let that happen.But what exactly is the secret?That same secret tha
CHAPTER TWENTY*The Radiant Isabella 3--How I met your father*He didn't pay any attention to the man gruelling at his feet. His hazel eyes were still locked on the woman dressed in a strange well-fitted corset and a fathered hat even though it was the late 20th century. He was amused and intrigued by the lady before him.She bowed her head a little as her body swayed."My sincere apologies sir, for impeding your trip. But I'm in dire need of a lift as I have important supplies due and I'm running out of time. If you could be so kind as to help me, sir... I would never forget it in her lifetime and I shall pay back if you want!" She spoke as calmly as possible. But wait a minute! What did she just say? Repay him?! How on earth will she repay the Jordans of all people?! Although her family had done several businesses with them, she wasn't quite sure if he knew she was from the Dankworth family.She raised her head to meet his face. It was rather expressionless. She could not fathom wha
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE*The Radiant Isabella 4--How I Met Your Father*The Jordans' house was a mansion with huge three-story buildings towering above other buildings around it. The building was akin to a castle, typical of the Victorian era. Turrets and dormers jutted out from the building. The stained glass reflected the receding sunset, casting a pale tint of orange.She inhaled and exhaled repeatedly and then squared her shoulders resolutely."Let's do this! Remember, family, comes first." She reassured herself."I'm ready."The huge door creaked open as the butler announced her presence. "Isabella Dankworth coming through!"The nice fragrance of flowers that beautifully decorated the foyer wafted through her nostrils as she stepped in. The room was large with tall ceilings, light fixtures, Tiffany lamps(with lampshades made of glass) and candles glittered in the hallway, living room and the dining room at the other end of the large room. The butler, a tall, somewhat lanky man in a ta
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO*The Radiant Isabella 5--How I Met Your Father*A cold splash of water on her face jerked her from her sleep. Her drowsy eyes flew open in irritation but dilated in shock to see who was standing at the door, Lady Claire with her hands on her hips and eyes flashing with outrage. Beside her was a chubby woman dressed in an apron."Good Morning little princess. Hope you slept well?" Her shrill tone was laced with mockery.She swung up in hysteria not knowing what to do or how to respond."You fool! Do you know what the time is?!" She rasped."G-Good morning my Lady, I-I am very sorry for my tardiness." She sputtered with her head bowed and eyes lowered.The cold gush of air from the opened window of the small cottage sent a shiver through her body. Her now wet clothes clung to her skin."Humph! Alice, you're in charge! Give her all the dirty work and ensure she does everything!" She whipped around and stormed out, the receding clicking of her low heels signalled her dep