A knock was heard on the door. Stacy snapped her eyes open and pushed Bruce aside but he didn't budge."Someone is at the door!” Stacy reminded, aiming to make him move away. "Mummy, Daddy?!! What are you both doing in there? Aren't we going for dinner anymore?” Cherry’s voice rang out and Stacy forcefully pushed Bruce's massive body over her away but he pressed her down to the bed again. "I know. you do not need to tell me, birdie. I have ears, don't I?” "Cherry is here, what are you doing?’” Stacy exclaimed in a whisper, shooting a chaotic look at Bruce. "She can wait outside till we are done,” He grinned.,"What the heck are you saying? You do know that there's someone waiting for you downstairs and also outside the door, don't you? Please, lets stop here. I need to get changed,” Stacy whispered, her amber eyes wide open as she looked into his unbothered stormy eyes. Bruce still didn't move an inch. "Pookie, Daddy is busy right now. I and your mom would be out once we are
"Are you guys leaving me behind?” Bruce asked, watching his wife take his daughter away like he didn't exist. "Now this is becoming crazy!” he cursed and followed after them. By the time they got to the sitting room, Eddie and William who was seated on the chair quickly stood up on their feet with their heads bowed down. Bruce's gaze landed on William who was twitching his fingers nervously. "Dad, are you done here? When are we leaving?” Chery asked. Her gaze moved to the middle of the sitting room and saw the chef standing there. "Mr.Willaim, you are back?!” she exclaimed and ran to him, "When did you get back? You didn't tell me when you were leaving and now that you are back, you didn't even bother to inform me that you are here after a whole week of being away!” Cherry complained as she was about to hug him. "Stop there, cherry. Do not touch him,” Bruce commanded and everyone’s eyes moved to him as he descended from the stairs. His face was calm but stern at the same
"Sir?” William was now horrified. Did he have a change of mind and didn't want him to leave again? Does he plan on punishing him for being a traitor? For wanting to cause harm to him by following Vanessa’s orders? William slowly dragged his feet on the floor, turning to face Bruce's stern face. "You forgot to pick the hankie. Pick it up and leave, while also making sure we do not cross paths again, William. I am very disappointed in you,” Bruce uttered. William had been working in the Yates mansion for many years, he was brought to the mansion by Bruce mom when she was still alive yet William was so ungrateful as to be unloyal and a backstabber toward the son of the same woman who picked him up from nothing. Wiliam understood the reason why Bruce said the last words to him and he had nothing to justify his actions except that he was greedy for more money even if it meant using the wrong way to get it from the wrong person too. William slowly picked up the hankie wh
**** A wailing woman clutched her dead son as she sat on the tiled floor with the corpse between her legs. Tears kept streaming down her cheeks with mascara smooshed all over her face. "Why?! Why did he have to do this?” She wailed. "Wasn't shooting my son enough? Why did have to strangle my boy till death?! He almost raped his wife, yes! But it doesn't give him enough reason to do this to us! I will make sure I get my revenge on Bruce Yates. I will make sure he gets to feel the same pain my son felt when he did those heartless things to him. He must pay for it! Bruce Yates must pay for the life he took away from the Hawk family!” She swore and started shaking Dan. "Wake up, son! You cannot die and leave your mom all alone. You have to wake up this minute Daniel! Daniel, I said open up your eyes, wake up Daniel. Wake up!!” She screamed, slapping her son’s corpse on its face. "What do you mean by my son was murdered?” An old voice thundered in the middle of a spacious and ele
A luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom glided to a stop outside an elegant restaurant. Bruce stepped out of the car, his polished black shoe tapping lightly on the granite floor, and made his way to the other side of the vehicle. Gallantly, he opened the door for Stacy, extending his hand to assist her as she gracefully emerged from the car. Stacy accepted his hand with a smile playing on her lips as she descended from the car. "Thank you,” She whispered, her cheeks a light shade of pink as she felt her face heat up from excitement. It was her first time going on a date with Bruce Yates and she could feel her heart jumping like a three-year-old kid. A double knock on the window was heard and they averred their gaze to the backseat where Cherry sat. "Are you not going to open up the door for your little princess too, Daddy?” Bruce let out a chuckle as he exchanged smirking glances with Stacy. Turning to Cherry. "Of course, baby. Daddy can't forget his little princess in the c
"Cherry is right, you know. You shouldn't call her a bully. You used the wrong word on her and also, She's not a bully because you did not tell us if you pulled out the chair for her or for me,” Stacy supported Cherry. "As expected, you supported her recent bad behavior again. Shouldn't you be scolding her for it instead?” Bruce asked as he dragged out another seat. "I will only scold her when she is wrong, but right now she isn't. So I can not start scolding her over nothing,” Stacy replied, trying hard not to laugh at the look Bruce had on his face. She knew Bruce was slowly losing it because she refused to support him and always supported Cherry. Bruce didn't say anything else as he settled on the chair. Stacy was still curious as to why they were they only ones on a big restaurant like this and she was sure that the room they were in was only one of the rooms out of the other spaces in the restaurant. Gently placing her purse on the table, she licked her lips, tryin
The chefs in the kitchen received the list of dishes their top customers would love to be served but they all had worried faces once they saw the list. "Vivian isn't still here?” One who looked like the head of the chefs asked worriedly. "Yes, sir. Vivian is yet to arrive but I saw someone at the back. She called herself Alison, she said Viviane fell sick so she sent her in as her replacement,” One of the chefs replied. "That's so stupid and unprofessional of Vivian! She could have at least informed us that she won't make it here and that there would be someone else coming to take her place,” The top chef grumbled as he started dishing out the food. "Call her in. We have no time to waste now,” "Yes, sir,” He responded and went to the back of the kitchen to call Alison in. He got to the back and saw a dark-haired lady who wore a wrinklish frown on her face. "What made you take so long?” The lady complained in a hushed tone once she saw him. "My boss was persistent i
Alison immediately turned to him as she shook her head. "No, sir. I didn't say a word. I'm almost done with the drink, I just need to add some ice cubes and then the straw and lemons,” "Then be quick and stop wasting our time!” The head chef urged her as he hissed. "These new workers are just so slow and lazy! Why did Vivian have to fall sick today out of all days?!” The chef almost rolled his eyes as he continued scooping out the ice cream before him into a cup and then he broke some ice cream cones into the cup of ice cream. Alison took out some ice cubes from the industrial freezer and dropped a fair amount into the glasses. She picked out a lemon, sliced the lemon into a thin sharp, and stylishly placed it on the tip of the glass. With a wide smile, she turned to the head of the chef. "I'm done, sir,” She informed. "Then look for the waitress or the waiter, hand it over to one of them,” The chef answered, half of his attention fixed on scooping more of the ice cream.