After Peter and Lea Quinton, along with Owen left Derek's office, Derek and Amanda went back to their discussion. "Ok Amanda, we've set the time frame for these three projects. How do you suggest we get started?" "Well boss, we will need to do things simultaneously. For the resort and and BDT mall, our legal team is in the final stages to purchase the land and mall. Meanwhile, we need to launch projects of our own to the public to bid on." replied Amanda."For example?" "Interior designs for the mall and resort, suppliers for the construction, new tenants for to open their businesses etc." "Well our legal team should get the acquisitions done by the end of the week. Get our public relations team to start with announcing we are open to bids for design proposals, both interior and exterior. Get the managers of our construction, real estate and interior design companies involved as well. They need to see who's worth working with and who we can just ignore." "Sounds good, boss. May I
It's the weekend in the city of Townsville. Madison woke up feeling different than usual. She was not the same old Madison from before; low self-esteem, dreading life. Madison looked confident and determined, as though she had a new lease of life. Overnight she found a new purpose. She convinced herself in her mind, 'Today is the birth of the new Madison Smith. I will make my mark in the Smith household. I may not know how. I don't care how. Whether I do this alone, or I have help, I will be at the top of DreamSmith and the whole Smith family will either apologize for their past actions or fall by the wayside.' Madison proceeded to take a hot shower and change into a hot red halter top with denim skinny jeans. In all reality, Madison had a sexy hourglass figure that can make most girls her age go green with envy; but because of the constant teasing and bullying from her sisters, she gradually lost confidence in herself and how she looked. Today was different. With a reaffirmed min
"Derek! Brother Derek! Over here!" "That voice." mumbled Derek. "Sounds familiar." Derek and Amanda turned their attention to the direction where the voice came from. Derek's eyes widened upon seeing who called him. "Oh my goodness! Madison! Hi!" greeted Derek. Amanda waved courteously to Madison, then turned to Derek and whispered, "Boss, who is this woman? Do you know her?" Derek whispered back, "That's Madison, my cousin from when I was adopted to the Smith family. She does not know my true identity yet." "What should we do, boss?" asked Amanda. "Follow my lead. I got this." replied Derek. After collecting their coffees, Derek and Amanda approached Madison and joined her at the corner table where she was seated. "Madison! It's been awhile, How have you been? You look really good today." greeted Derek. "Thanks brother Derek. I'm really glad to see you again. I have been worried about you since that day." replied Madison. She was tactful enough not to bring up the day her a
After bidding their farewells to Madison, and tipping Steph, the counter staff from Starb*cks, Derek and Amanda, left the cafe and made their way back to Derek's office at Quinton Tower. They decided to take an alternate route back to Quinton Tower to ensure Madison does not see them. It is clear that Derek does not want to reveal his true identity to Madison. Not yet anyway. "That was a surprise, meeting my cousin Madison here in the HNW zone. To my memory, she has never entered this zone." exclaimed Derek. "Hey boss, how does everyone in the Smith family dress? As a woman myself, I must say she looks really classy." Amanda became curious. "You know something....that's the best looking version of Madison I've ever seen. She never dolls up like that. The rest of the family do dress very professionally; but that's because they are outside meeting clients all the time. Madison never dresses up because she was always kept in the office." replied Derek. "Wait a minute....Amanda....are
"WHAT?"Madison's eyes widened with shock. 'A thousand dollar tip? How is this possible?' thought Madison. "It's true." Steph replied. "In fact, before he left the cafe this morning, he gave me another thousand dollar tip. Oh, and he used his black credit card to tip me. Can you believe that? I've never see a black card before until his first visit to the cafe." Madison could feel her head spinning as she tried to digest the bombshell revelation Steph has dropped on her.Her reaction was understandable. Up until her brother was kicked out of the house, Madison always remembered her brother being very frugal and barely had any savings to his name.How was he able to go from broke and virtually disowned to twice giving thousand dollar tip in a matter of weeks?Things clearly did not make sense to Madison whatsoever; but she didn't want to show her confusion to Steph."You and your cousin must come from a really wealthy family. Still it's nice to know that there are nice, rich people
In the Smith household, everyone was having dinner in the dining room. Everyone except Madison. The atmosphere was rather gloomy and tensions were so thick it can be cut with a knife. "So, how is the progress for the Quinton Consortium projects?" asked Madam Louise. "I'm halfway done with my designs, Grandma." replied Charles. "Halfway done? Haha yeah right. I peeked at your work. It doesn't look a quarter done." mocked Mason. "Speak for yourself idiot. You are not even halfway done yourself." Charles retorted. "Enough you two." ordered Madam Louise. "How about you Chloe and Juri?" "Grandma, I'm nearly done with my designs. I should be able to finish them by tomorrow." replied Chloe. "Same here for me Grandma. I may take a bit longer to put the finishing touches." replied Juri. "That's nice to hear. Now listen carefully. I want all your final drafts ready by Monday. They should be on my office table first thing in the morning. I will go through all of them before giving my app
The sun was barely up and shining through the windows of the Quinton Mansion on a Sunday morning. Derek was already awake, doing his morning stretching exercise. Ever since living in the Quinton Mansion, Derek developed a early morning routine of morning stretching and static exercise. At least three times a week, Derek would do a morning run around the Quinton Mansion. He was in the midst of doing his static exercises when he heard a knock on his room door. Not wanting to be rude, Derek paused his routine and went to answer it. "Morning, Young Master Derek." It was Sandra, the housemaid. "Good morning, Sandra. How may I help you?" greeted Derek. Derek did not realise that he when he answered his room door, he was half naked and Sandra had a full view of his upper body chiselled arms, chest, six-pack washboard abs and all. Sandra gasped and blushed slightly before informing Derek her reason for knocking at his door. "Erm...Master and Madam Quinton wanted me to inform you that y
"Desmond? Is that you?" When he was still Derek Smith, Derek got fired from his job and one of his colleagues, Desmond, openly mocked him as he was exiting the office. Derek remembered that moment crystal clear; but he also remembered squaring up to Desmond. His facial expression and response to Desmond's mockery was enough to shut up everyone in the office that day. How the tables have turned. Derek is now the son of the most powerful family in Townsville, while the once egomanic Desmond is now a janitor, in his father's hotel no less. Yet, something did not make sense. Why is Desmond here in England instead of back in Townsville? "Desmond. What are you doing here?" asked Derek. Desmond, now the janitor, looked at Derek, surprisingly with no contempt. "Hi Derek, it's been awhile. I see that you are doing well for yourself. I'm happy for you" "Thanks; but why are you here? What happened to your previous job?" Derek was still puzzled. Desmond sighed, "It's a long story. I don'
Hi Readers, After nearly a year, Who's the Loser Now is finally complete. I hope you enjoyed reading the original and the sequel as much as I have creating the storylines. Man, this was a long journey. There were so many ways to close this series; but I didn't want to get distracted. So, I decided to end it the series in this manner. I will be taking a short break to celebrate the new year. After which, I will start work on a new novel. So, until then, thank you all so much for your support on Who's the Loser Now. Keep the likes, comments and ratings coming to help promote this novel. Your feedback, as always, is much appreciated. It has been a wonderful journey and this one ends here. Stay tuned for the next journey. Altogether, everyone! (With the characters in the background) Happy New Year!! Love, JDHWS
The cameras were flashing as journalists and reporters gathered at the eagerly anticipated launch of the new mall in Townsville, specifically located near the Townsville Hillside Condo. Standing in front of the main entrance, Desmond and Jocelyn faced the crowd. Desmond then took the mic to address the crowd, "After months of construction, through reported ups and downs, we are happy to announce, on behalf of the Quinton Consortium, the officially opening of Townsville Hillside Mall." said Desmond. He then took his side next to Jocelyn and proceeded to perform the cutting of the ribbon, signalling that the Townsville Hillside Mall was officially opened. Applause rang all around the front as Desmond and Jocelyn opened the front entrance doors, welcoming the crowd into the mall. In another corner of Townsville, Wayne and Kimberly were also dressed sharply; but for a different reason. Joining them were Roland and Elaine Russo, as all four of them stood in front of the main entrance t
"Brother Derek, are you sure about this?" asked Charles as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a tuxedo; but not any ordinary tuxedo. Derek had Charles wear his diamond encrusted tuxedo, the most expensive tuxedo he bought from Nick Lopez when he first found out he was a Quinton. "I'm sure about it, Charles. I know I bought it for me initially; but in all honesty, you wearing this tux means so much more." Derek reassured Charles. "Man, I'm nervous. Brother, how did you even go through your wedding with Ms. Amanda?" asked Charles exasperately. "Desmond told me to take a deep breath to calm my nerves. It could work for you, too." replied Derek. Charles decided to take Derek's advice and took two deep breaths. Surprisingly, he felt much calmer. Then he and Derek heard a knock on the door. In walked Mason, "Brother, are you ready?" asked Mason. "As ready as I'll ever be." replied Charles. All three of them then walked upstairs... to the top deck of Charles's superyach
The prison gate key entered the lock. With a click, the warden opened the cell gate, with mixed emotions. "Madam Louise... it's time." In her cell, Madam Louise looked around the jail cell she had been living in, serving her time for her past wrongs. She thought about the time she spent in the cell, forming a close friendship with the warden, being released early to help Team Quinton and the Phoenix Mafia, eventually being a key player in the fight against Pamela. It was a sad day to leave her family after the fight ended; but heading back to prison was necessary. Thanks to Lea Quinton, however, she did not have to stay in prison any longer. She received a pardon from the Mayor of Townsville; and now, she can leave the Townsville prison freely. She slowly stood up and walked towards the cell door, where she noticed her warden friend had a tear in his eye. Smiling slightly, she wiped the tear away from his eye. "No need to weep for me, young man. We will meet again, outside of t
With the mask worn on his face; and the briefcase full of cash repacked into a duffel bag found in the control room, Charles slung the bag over his shoulder, ready to move out of Pamela's HQ. Before heading out, Charles made sure to surround himself in a nanoshield sphere to avoid any sudden sneak attacks. After which, Charles used his upgraded suit to do a thorough scan, looking to devise an alternate way out of Pamela's HQ. 'Hmmm... it looks like I'm going to have to blast my way out of here. Time to check out what weapons are at my disposal.' Charles thought to himself. Scanning the system in his suit through his mask, Charles was surprised to find various forms of weaponry to pave his way out. "Well then, let's get started." Charles said to himself. However, as we was about to step out of Pamela's control room, an alarm sounded inside of the control room. Red emergency lights were flickering in the control room. Charles turned his direction to one of the screens in the control
"Gerard! Andrea! You certainly have some guts showing your faces here after you betrayed me!" Pamela sneered at the couple. "Lady Boss... wait! We did not betray you." Gerard defended himself. "That's right, Lady Boss! The hostages... they escaped!!" shouted Andrea. "WHAT?!?!?" Pamela shouted angrily. She then turned her attention to Charles, who was standing there, perplexed. "Charles!! You were at the dungeon earlier. You said you saw your team in their cells. Is that true?!?" Pamela asked authoritatively. "Absolutely, Lady Boss. I personally locked up the dungeon after making sure that loser Derek was in his cell." replied Charles. "He's lying, Lady Boss. Charles must still be working with his friends. Somehow, they managed to get their suits from the lab and escape from this place." Gerard said accusingly, pointing at Charles at the same time. "Hold on there, Gerard. Up until just now, when Lady Boss showed me her lab, I did not even know that existed." Charles defended hims
"You tell me, Charles. How did you and that loser escape in the first place?" Pamela asked suspiciously. Charles was calm in his answer, "Well, I found a couple of metal pins in my cell and I used it to pick my cell lock." Charles began. "Once I got free, that's where I hatched my plan. I picked the lock of Derek's cell. I had to convince him that he and I were on the same team in taking you out. So, while the rest were in their cells, which, by the way, they still are, Derek and I made our way out of the dungeon." explained Charles. "Well, you certainly have some talent, unlike that loser. Still, Gerard and Andrea not reporting back is concerning for me." replied Pamela. As she looked at the monitors of the control room, she noticed something peculiar, then she started frowning. "What's wrong, Lady Boss?" asked Charles. "Take a look at that." said Pamela, pointing Charles's attention to one of the monitors surveying the lab. "What about it, Lady Boss?" asked Charles curiously. "C
Before Charles could answer, they heard footsteps approaching the dungeon. Derek passed Gerard's dungeon keys to Charles before he cloaked himself again. In order to play along with Pamela's ploy, Charles quickly opened the dungeon door, placed Victoria gently inside before locking the door again. The footsteps grew audibly closer towards the dungeon door. Charles turned his attention towards the sound of those footsteps and walked in that direction, taking caution to who he might run into. As he turned around the corner, he found out who those footsteps belong to. "Oh my gosh, Esther. What are you doing here?" Charles exclaimed softly as he embraced his girlfriend. "Wait, you shouldn't be here. Didn't Mr. Quinton give you and the rest the order to head to the safehouse?" asked Charles. "I had to come here. I was not going to let that b***h Pamela take you." replied Esther emotionally. Just then, Derek decloaked himself and met up with Charles and Esther. "Esther, so it was you. G
"Ok, Charles, the feed is on." said Pamela. "Take your position, on Derek's right side." "Understood, Lady Boss." replied Charles. Seconds later, everyone, including the people in the Phoenix Bunker, the safehouse and the combined invasion and rescue team saw the live feed on their screens. "Your eyes do not deceive you, Peter. Charles has betrayed you. He has decided to join a real mafia and I will nurture him properly, so he can be a real Don." began Pamela. "As you can see, I have your son as hostage. If you ever want to see Derek again, in one piece and alive, firstly, call off your attack dogs. Secondly, you will, and I mean WILL, surrender your precious Quinton Consortium to me. Oh, before I forget, that includes your so-called Phoenix Mafia as well." "And just in case you think I'm not being serious... " Pamela then did something no one expected. She pressed a button on her control panel; and in the next moment, Ivy's suit emerged from a corner of her control room. 'What th