Semua Bab The Ruthless Billionaire's Property : Bab 71 - Bab 80

LAYING on his bed, his head on the pillow and staring at the white ceiling was Oswald. His laptop was on his belly, open and active as he was working on it before wandering away in his thoughts. His thoughts were filled with so many unusuals, occupied wholly by the scene at the entrance of the kitchen where he had met his supposed personal maid.“Gosh!” He exclaimed, “why must it have to be her? Why her? She is too hard a nut to crack,” he found himself soliloquizing.“I have always just needed someone that wouldn't stay even longer than Maria did, this one, the two times I have met her wasn't funny, she wouldn't leave as I have always wanted,” he went on soliloquizing.Suddenly, he snapped out of his thoughts and sat up, his laptop fell from his belly onto the bed as he did sat up. He glanced at it and placed it well, before looking away.“Hold on, why am I even thinking about this? Why am I thinking it this way?” He asked, “I have always cared less about these stuffs so why is this

ORLANDA didn't make any attempt to move as she just stood in awe staring at Oswald as he made his way majestically to his room, her mouth agape as she stared. The minute he walked into the room and slammed the door behind him, she cringed, it was as if the slamming of the door jolted her back to reality.She looked down at herself, then at the door which has just been slammed, and a sinister smile played on her lips. She scoffed, her eyes blinking more than normal.“Did… did he just insult me and got away with it?” She soliloquized and instantly took to her heels, half running and half walking up to his room. Her anger was boiling. This was just her first day of work and he was already being this mean, well, not to her, not to Orlanda.She got to his door and raised up her right hand to bang on it, but suddenly, she paused, her hand hanging in the air as she panted in anger.Slowly, she brought down her hand, turned away from the door and began walking off.“I swallow that insult, anot

THE towering glass façade of Escobar Enterprises loomed over the bustling city as Oswald's sleek black BMW pulled up to the front entrance. Nathan, already sensing his boss's mood that morning, hurriedly exited to open the car door, but Oswald had already stepped out, his expression a mask of barely contained fury. Nathan sighed deeply, then went ahead to get out his stuffs. He did and they both began heading for the building, while the chauffeur drove off, towards the parking lot.Inside the building, at the trading floor which was the ground floor, employees who had been chatting or sipping coffee quickly returned to their desks as the sight of their formidable CEO approaching sent a ripple of tension through the office just as it always did.The morning air, once filled with the hum of work, now buzzed with the silent dread that Oswald’s arrival always brought, especially on days like this, when his mood was particularly dark. Well, was there ever a day his mood wasn't dark? His mo

HIS head twirled for a moment as he sat up, trying to get it around the whole thing. He looked at Kaylan.“Orlanda?” He repeated, the name leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “Are you sure?” He asked.Kaylan nodded. “Positive master. My sources around Oswald’s mansion confirmed it. She started working there yesterday.”Carlson cursed under his breath, the realization hitting him like a punch to the gut. This was the same girl he had tried to get under his control for months, same person he had been trying so hard to capture. He and his team had gone to great lengths to bring her into his world, but she had been elusive, slipping through his grasp every time he got close, and now she was working for Oswald, this same step brother of his.“Shit!” He cussed, hitting his right fist on his left palm as he gnashed his teeth in agony.Carlson’s mind raced as he tried to piece together how this had happened. “How the hell did she end up there?” he muttered, more to himself than to Kaylan.

HIS eyes, dark and piercing, locked onto hers, demanding answers. “What else have you been hiding from me?” He demanded, making his way further into the room, walking up to her. He left the door ajar.“Oswald, I…” She faltered again, unable to find the words.Without waiting for her damn replies which never came, he made for the phone on the desk and picked it up looking into it, indeed it was Carlson, but he had already hung up. He slowly dropped the phone and turned to his mother, she was staring at him, her eyes pleading.“I never knew you were coming,” she said softly, almost in a whisper, “it has been ages you set your feet in here, and today you finally came —” she trailed off and lowered her gaze.Oswald was beside himself with anger, he was only trying the best he could to suppress it.“Mum, mum, mum!!!!!” He shouted, finally letting out his anger, “mum how could you?”“Son, I am sorry,” she said as she slowly walked up to him, covering the little distance between them, “I was