"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

**** 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

"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

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.

"Okay, along the line of acting the scene, Mom was told to act as Freya the blind girl. My ex-mummy was the villain of the story so I don't know why but she had taken her role too forward. She was meant to pretend to hit mummy. Instead, she slapped her so hard across her face and then pulled out a knife, almost stabbing mummy on her chest with it but thankfully I had already called for the guards attention,” Cherry explained. Stacy's breath got caught in her throat as Bruce moved his gaze to her. His stormy eyes fixed on her as his jaw grinned against the other. "Is this true, Stacy?” Bruce's question spiked into her ear and she quivered from how deadly he sounded at the moment. "It's fine, Bruce. It's been a long day already. It happened in the morning and it's evening now. I don't think it is of any use to bring up what happened so many hours ago,” Stacy tried to convince him. But her words landed on deaf ears. Bruce asked again, this time letting out a low guttural grow