Xander made stupid noises as he rummaged through the bottles on the table for the one that still had alcohol in it. He caught one that still had a little bit of alcohol in it, but it was at the bottom. He stuck out his tongue, shaking the bottle in his mouth, but only a drop touched his dried tongue. "Argghh!!" he screamed in frustration and pushed all the bottles on the table to the floor, some of them breaking in the process. He felt dizzy and wasted; his eyes were extremely red, and his head went out of his control and landed on the table with a great thud. He groaned in pain, closing his eyes as he sat there, drifting to sleep. Melody was in a taxi with her boyfriend; the taxi was driving through the streets of one of the major cities in Canada, Toronto. Melody was looking out the window of the taxi. The beautiful but windy atmosphere around her added to the uncanny mood. Melody was extremely happy that she was finally living a dream, she was out of Florida, where she had lived he

Dave followed Ashley to her control room and watched as she violently dragged her security guard out of his seat. The security guard flinched and exited the room. Her gaze landed on him. "You can operate a supercomputer, right?" She asked. "Yes, but what is this about? And why did you kick him out?" he inquired. "There is no time to explain, thank goodness you are here. I can’t trust anyone here." She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the seat in front of the supercomputer. She stood behind him, resting her hand on the headrest of the chair, and handed him the flash drive. "I want you to play the video that is on this flash drive." She said. "Okay…" he said, and shoved it into the computer and started operating it. "I think it contains evidence that can prove Chris’s innocence," she said. He pressed the computer button and entered the video. They both focused on the video in the screen, they could only see the front view of the road, indicating that the car was facing forward befor

The moon took its place in the sky, covering the city with a ray of light. Ashley examined herself in the full-length mirror in her room, her hair was packed in an elegant updo that left a few bangs on her face, and there was a veil on the back of her head, she was wearing a sexy white dress that was slim at the waist region but had a puff at the end that was almost reaching the ground but was prevented from touching the ground by her heels and height. The dark red lipstick she was wearing outlined her beauty, making her look extremely beautiful. She took a deep breath before grabbing a lily and rose bouquet that was on her makeup desk. She heard a knock on the door and turned to look at the door. Dave and Jake were standing at the door dressed in stylish black tuxedos. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Dave inquired entering the room. "Yes, I want to do it, and I have to do it. If not, my father will be gone before Noah gets married to me." She replied. "I think it’s a good thing

The whole place darkened with the guests still seated, watching Ashley and Noah’s every move. Noah stood in the middle of the hall with Ashley. "Music," he said, and a romantic song started to be played in the background. I can’t dance in this dress." Ashley said to him as he carried her hand and placed it on his shoulder. "I know, but I can do a little adjustment to your dress." He squatted in front of her, pulling a small pair of scissors from his back pocket and resting his hand on her dress's puff. "You are full of surprises." She muttered and watched as he made a small cut on her knee region with the scissor and ripped off the puff of her wedding dress, making it easy for her to move freely. He rose to his feet, kicking away the pieces of clothing, and started dancing with Ashley, who was glaring at him throughout the dance. He spun her around, smiling, as she was dancing aggressively with him, stepping on his feet, but he was enjoying the pain. The staff of the hall started

Ashley smirked as she saw that her father was still as cunny as she knew him to be, and she was feeling good that he gave Noah a taste of his own medicine. "Are you threatening me right now?" Noah asked with his mouth slightly open. "I am not threatening you, your father is in my custody, you have to think of him," Lugard said. Noah’s face contorted in anger. He angrily pushed his hand into his pocket and took out the antidote, handing it to the butler, who took it from him and handed it to Ashley, who opened it and gave it to her father. "Now where is my father?" Noah questioned. "Calm down, boy, let’s see if the antidote works." The butler replied. Noah gnashed his teeth, staring at Lugard as he poured every last drop of the antidote into his mouth. Lugard finished drinking it and tossed the bottle to the floor. He sighed and laid back on the bed. "Dad, do you feel better now?" Ashley asked curiously. "No, I still feel pain all over my body." He replied, closing his eyes, and s