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Scandal

Chapter 2 Scandal (Clinton Cole)

Word Count: 2190    |    Released on: 10/06/2024

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r him and he was not known to make losses in business, probably why within the four years he had been the CEO of the company, they had become the multi-billionaire firm dealing on real estate across the world. They bought, sold, and owned properties across the globe and one could not deny that it was for Clinton's presence and seemingly unending wisdom that they achieved all of that in such a short time. Now they were recruiting people from all over the world and creating employment for many different qualified people from all around the globe. Clinton at thirty-six did not think that marriage was a compulsory thing for anyone. He had all the women he wanted and had all the fun in the world when he wanted to but his father, the viscount

could ever spend and at will, a mistress who would submit to him at all costs and would never questi

gloved hands. She still loved all the colors that she used to love in her youth, pink and y

g back home compelled him to ride in the carriage and sniff the green leaves and thereafter, the cow dung and h

o tanned! Have you been r

tores in London and she did her best to look good at every hour of the day. One would see her at every hour of the day and she would look good and perfectly dressed at al

was divorced and was living off the money of the rich English men as Huncho who funded her exorbitant lifestyle. It had saddened Clinton that his father had done that and then he had become very angry that he had called his father and demanded why he would hurt his

he had been aware of a scandal caused by his mum. She had kept a lover outside her home and she had planned to elope with the man but the words had gone round before she could do it and it h

r that. They had probably decided on somet

love were all that made Clinton decide to stay single. He did not want to have an arranged marriage like his parents did and he did not want to have kids who

and he turned swiftly when h

o see you. How

, my dear.

were busy

nd magazines lying on top of each other on the

s in the news? The Earl of Edinburgh finally got himself a bride but it has

the marriage and everything you just said

re it do

solu

he papers that you have an affair with a woman of noble bi

rprised as one would be if he w

at n

g, sure enough, there was him holding a certain lady by the waist. He recollected ver

Claus at a ball I had attended in London two days ago. A friend had invited me and I had gone. I have n

only touched his glasses and b

would you do now th

you mea

to accept this woman, but now, there is no woman. Y

y exact ag

nger than you are now. Your mother had only

and hardly in love. Yo

aid it to his father several times and now, like every other time, he began to speak i

ut we had grown accustomed to being married.. Everyone grows acc

eased the tension that was beginning to build between them. Damn. He was not a ch

enough beautiful women to choose from if I want regardless of patrician birth. I do not

eet as he spoke and Huncho wat

shall meet with you durin

nod his head. More from surprise that he could remain adamant on the is

lking about the many things that worried England and what th

e no other. One enjoys the sun and relaxes at night in t

hing about the weather _ not like anyone could _. It bored Clinton to death each time he had to make unnecessary c

lovely. It is good indeed a

up lettuce from his plate a

. What would you rather talk about? Tell us about London!

rsation bored him. He was genuinely happy but he had no idea what to talk about. Was it the very

t London, Ma. Perhaps you two c

remain in England. His mother on the other hand always needed an excuse for which she could visit London and stay for a short while but Huncho never let her stay for more than a da

t traveling but It would be convenient for

. We should go. I ache to

cca

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