A car drive into the mansion at full speed late in the evening and parked at its usual spot. Jane got out of the car with her brain filled with ideas for her challenge.She looked around to see if Allen had arrived as she walked closer to the entrance but he was yet to. She sighed. Before she could enter the mansion, her eyes landed on the building a bit away from the mansion, the building she was warned not to get into but wait, what was Kyle doing in there?She squinted her eyes to see the view more clearly. Kyle had his back turned against her immediately he was out as he locked the door. Before he could turn around, Jane entered the mansion hastily.She went straight to the kitchen where she met Ben already getting ready to prepare dinner. Her earlier thoughts about Kyle were quickly swept under the carpet. "Good evening, Mr. Ben." "Good evening, Madam. What are you doing here?" "I want to prepare dinner for Allen." Jane replied smiling and Steward Ben chuckled happily. "Wow,
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
Charlotte walked out of a television station and heaved a sigh of relief for the third time in a row. She brushed her waist-length brown hair with her fingers as she looked around in earnest expectation of a cab or bus.She had woken up as early as she could to attend the second interview for the past two days but the only reply they gave her was that we will get back to you.' "As expected.'' she thought and hissed loudly. While looking around, she sighted Kyle standing not too far from where she was and she smirked to herself. She hastened her steps to meet him with a huge smile. "Hello." She greeted.Kyle raised his bowed head only to be faced by the one person he never planned or wish to see that morning. Though Charlotte was smiling at him, he did not say anything rather he gave her a frown. "Do you remember me? I am..." "Miss Charlotte, how may I help you?" Kyle cuts in, his rude response made her face squeeze but she wasn't ready to let go of him now. "I know we didn't kick
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
Charlotte walked into the mansion in huge strides. She was putting on black pants and a blue crop top alongside a jacket. Her long brown hair was packed into a ponytail. She looked around only to see that the sitting room was empty. She brought out her milkshake and sipped it. "Where has everyone gone to? It's still morning. " She murmured and proceeded to go upstairs. In a fit of rush, she collided with Drake thereby spilling some of the drink on him. She was shocked to see him. "Oh, I am sorry, Mister. I didn't see you coming." She tried to wipe the already stained shirt. "It's fine. You must be Charlotte, Jane's friend?" Drake stretched his hand forward for a shake. "Yes...yes, you are right." She acknowledged. "I am Drake, nice to meet you." He introduced himself and Charlotte smiled. He wasn't bad looking himself. "Same here, Drake. I believe Jane is in her room?" "I believe so, yes." "Alright, thank you." She paused beside him and went upstairs.The prete
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
Late in the evening when the workers had left for home, Allen walked out of his office. Bert was following from behind with his suitcase. He never stopped talking to Allen even though the cold man didn't give him any befitting reply. When they got to the entrance, Allen'sphone rang. This made Bert stop talking and proceeded to the car after the door was opened by the security men. Allen had his Bluetooth device connected to his phone already and it was in his ear so he accepted the call by swiping. "Hello, grandmother." "How are you, Allen?" "I am fine, grandmother. How are you doing?" "I am equally good too. Jane and her friend came to visit me and we had fun. Goodness, your wife, and her friend are really something." She chuckled. "I am glad to know that." Allen's face warmed up. "Where are you?" "I am about to leave for home." "Can you stop by? I need to talk with you aboutsomething very important." "Yes, grandmother." "Good. Don't be late."Allen got into the car and
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