Keith laughed. He shook his head and replied, "I'm not interested in them, and... they are not at all wrong." Shantelle simply shook her head at his remark, not wanting to dwell on it. Keith was handsome and charismatic, but he was also Evan's friend. She did not want to go there with him. Moreover
"Oh, my goodness! Not again!" Mrs. Shaw exclaimed, seeing Evan being guided by Wendell into the villa's entrance at four in the morning. She tried to aid Wendell, but Wendell said, "It's okay, Mrs. Shaw, I can manage. Please help me open the door to his room." More than a week had passed since Ev
[Sometimes, when things don't work out the way you planned, something better is coming. It may be difficult to believe where you stand; often, redirection is a helpful intervention. This is a gift, and I know it. Love and kisses to my girl, Shanty! I'll see you in a week.] Shantelle smiled, reading
"Evan, son. Do we really need to go?" Erick Thompson asked. The Thompsons were in the car, heading their way to the airport. They were flying to Lockwood for the formalities of Evan's recently acquired property. "Of course we do, Erick. Evan wants us to see his plans," Clara said in the car. "
"Mister Thompson, this is for you," a young bald girl walked up to Erick, Evan's father, and gave him a teddy bear. Another young boy, wearing a cannula, breathed deeply as he handed a single flower to Clara Thompson. He said, "For you." "This is Anna. She has leukemia. She is waiting for a bone
He pointed to Wendell, Sean, and Keith, saying, "My friends will be my first business partners in this new venture." "And the hospital?" Clara asked. "I will buy the hospital too. The owner already intended to sell the hospital to the other bidders. If I did not win the bid, this hospital would
Evan, his friends, and his family stayed in Lockwood for two days, finalizing documents. It was on the last day that Evan asked Keith for a favor. In the lobby of the same hotel they were staying, "Evan invited Keith for coffee." As they were drinking their beverages in front of a round table, Ev
"Sorry, Evan. Doctor Scott isn't in Hamlin, either," Evan heard Keith say on the other line, and very quickly, his heart sank. "What about the private investigator you hired? Didn't that come up with any results?" Keith asked. "Who was the PI again? Mr. Ren Austen, yeah - what about him?" "Strang