Chapter 5: Father's Call

Alex stood in the room, looking at his two best friends in shock.

"No, John. You are not going to draft that bet and sign it. I don't agree to it," Alex said, wanting to stop his friends from going through with the crazy bet.

"Have you guys thought about what will happen if Helen finds out you two placed a bet on her? Will she be able to withstand the embarrassment? I am going to tell her so she doesn't agree to any of your bets," Alex said, but before he could leave the room, John and Samuel caught him by his shirt and growled at him.

"You will not dare to do that, unless you want to see your father's company go bankrupt."

"What?" Alex's jaw dropped. "Are you guys threatening me? What is so special about Helen that you all want to humiliate her? Just let her be. Please..." Alex pleaded.

They let go of his shirt, and John brought out a cigarette to smoke, as he was a politician's son.

"I will not let Helen off the hook. She crossed the line, and it's only right that she pays for it," he said.

Alex sighed.

"Fine. Deal with it. But know that I am not a part of it."

Alex wanted to leave, but John blocked his path. "You will be a witness to the bet. Samuel, draft the bet and send the documents to me to sign. You can use DocuSign."

Alex's brows furrowed, as he could not believe John was forcing him to be a witness.

Samuel brought out his phone and drafted the bet. "Done. I have sent the copy to you," he said.

John grinned as he let go of Alex's shirt. He brought out his phone and opened the document. He read it and signed.

"15 million awaits the winner. If you win this bet, Samuel, and if you lose, I get 15 million. And if Alex breaks the deal and leaks it, he's going to pay us 15 million each as the witness to the deal," John said, playing a voice recording of what he had said. Alex's jaw dropped.

"Have you fụcking lost your mind, John? How dare you record this and threaten me with money? Where do I get 15 million from? Do you think my father is as rich as yours?" Alex yelled at John, hating that he considered John a friend. John hardly forgave anyone who wronged him.

"Then keep your lips shut. If you leak this bet, you will spend the rest of your life paying us 15 million each," John said, his voice cold. Alex gulped hard.

"Fine. Do as you wish. I am out of here," Alex left the room, breathing heavily. He knew he could not break the deal or leak the bet. It was left to John and Samuel to see who would win and lose until after their final year.

After Alex left, John sat smoking. Samuel reminded him, "You know that smokers are liable to die young. Yet, you smoke at this age. Don't you value your life?"

John scowled as he continued smoking. "I do so only when I am angry."

"This is the medical department of this university. It's not advisable to smoke here. Why not quit and join the political department? Why waste your time chasing medicine?" Samuel asked, sitting on his bed.

"My dad wants me to take over my mother's pharmaceutical company while my older brother, Shadrack takes over his political office. So, you see, I don't stand a chance against Shadrack," John grumbled, knowing his older brother was his father's favorite.

"It's fine. You should focus more on your studies. I can help you with the practicals if you are willing to stay focused," Samuel said. John looked at him and laughed.

"That reminds me. How did you manage to pass your papers? I hardly see you study. You just pick up the pen and write, and yet you pass. It's always you or that chubby nerd, but you don't study hard like she does." John finished smoking, his gaze fixed on Samuel.

"You seem to forget that my father owns one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in this state. I am already aware of how to mix drugs and how his company works. I only need to pass the exams and graduate. So, what do you expect? If I don't get my Bachelor of Pharmacy and my MPharm degree, it will seem like I didn't go to the university of science and am a fake pharmacist. So, I had to come here," Samuel concluded as he lay on his bed, knowing only the theory exam was left.

John's eyes widened in shock.

"Then that means you can help me. Why did I not think of you and instead went to ask that chubby nerd? I still have to deal with her," John grumbled, and Samuel laughed.

"I know. The same as I want to sleep with Helen too. So don't worry about me losing the deal. I have my ways," Samuel smirked.

"I will be watching. Just know that rápe is not part of the deal. If you rápe Helen, you lose. You have to win her over before having sex with her and dumping her. That's the deal," John said with a smirk. Samuel picked up his pillow and tossed it at John.

"Fụck you, John. I never ráped a woman, and I will not start with Helen. 15 million is nothing to my bank account. You barely know what I am capable of," Samuel said with a smirk. John frowned, thinking about it.

Just then, Samuel's phone rang; his father was calling.

"Excuse me, John," Samuel said, sitting up to pick up the call.

"Hello, Dad," Samuel said, and his father's harsh voice barked at him.

"You fụcking idiot! How dare you supply the Robert's CEO with the potent stroke-curing medicine that you created?" Mr. Noah Kingston barked.

"What? Dad, what are you talking about?" Samuel asked, his voice filled with confusion.

"Don't play dumb, Samuel. Do you think I don't know that you secretly created potent medicine at school? Well, that's aside; Robert Pharmaceutical has been affecting our market stock, and I had them go bankrupt. Luckily, Mr. Henry Robert, the CEO, suffered a stroke after losing all his funding to my subordinate whom I sent to scam him. And now, you helped him survive. How could you do that, Samuel? I am withdrawing all your funding and closing your bank account, you ungrateful son!" Mr. Noah yelled, and the call ended.

Samuel stared at his phone, too shocked to react. John looked at him in surprise, having heard what Samuel's father said. He had no idea that Samuel was creating potent drugs that were sold for 1 million per bottle. No wonder Samuel was ready to pay 15 million for the bet.

The atmosphere in the room thickened until Samuel's phone rang again; it was his mother, Stacey.