Yaw arrived at Mr. Akrobeto's apartment, but something was off. His belongings were scattered outside, and the tension in the air was palpable. Mr. Akrobeto's wife, Vivian, along with Suzie and Jacqy, were glaring at him, their eyes filled with a mix of disdain and accusation.
"What's going on?" Yaw asked, confused and a bit nervous.
Vivian crossed her arms and sneered, "So, this is how you use Mr. Akrobeto's money? Buying expensive cars and causing trouble at luxury shops? You’ve brought shame to this family!"
Suzie, standing beside her mother, added, "We heard about the commotion at the BMW shop. You've taken advantage of our father’s kindness for too long."
Yaw was taken aback, his heart sinking. He had no idea how they had learned about the incident. He reached into his pocket for his phone and immediately called Mr. Akrobeto, hoping he could clarify the situation.
Within minutes, Mr. Akrobeto arrived and quickly assessed the situation. He took a deep breath, stepping between Yaw and his enraged family. "Calm down, everyone," he said firmly. "I asked Yaw to purchase that car. The situation at the shop was unfortunate, but it wasn't his fault."
The room fell silent, and the tension eased slightly, but Vivian's eyes remained hard. Mr. Akrobeto could sense that the hostility toward Yaw was not just about the car. He knew he had to clear the air, but what happened next surprised even him.
Yaw, still shaken by the confrontation, decided to speak up. "Mr. Akrobeto," he began, "I should have told you earlier. The truth is, I invested 1 million BTC from the challenge I won into the Scholar Groups project."
Mr. Akrobeto’s eyes widened in shock. He had known Yaw was involved in something significant, but he had no idea of the magnitude. The weight of Yaw’s revelation hung heavy in the room, and for a moment, no one spoke.
Vivian and Suzie exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. They had assumed that Yaw was merely a clever boy with a good heart, but now they realized he was far more than that. The implications of his wealth—and what it could mean for their plans—began to dawn on them.
That night, after the tension had subsided, Mr. Akrobeto called his wife and daughters into a private meeting. He couldn’t bear the ridicule and the risk of losing everything they had worked for. He revealed the truth to them—that Yaw had actually invested a massive fortune into the project, and that this young boy was not just an errand runner but the true force behind Scholar Groups.
Vivian and Suzie were stunned by the revelation. They had thought they were dealing with a clever boy, but Yaw was, in fact, a prodigy with unimaginable resources. However, Yaw had only mentioned 1 million BTC, far less than the total amount he had actually secured. Even Mr. Akrobeto, who had been close to Yaw, had no idea of his true wealth.
As Yaw retired to his room to sleep, feeling relieved that the misunderstanding had been cleared up, a darker conversation unfolded in the main apartment. Vivian, emboldened by the revelation of Yaw’s immense wealth, called Suzie aside, and together, they approached Mr. Akrobeto with a sinister plan.
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"We need to get rid of him," Vivian whispered urgently. "If we eliminate Yaw, all that money, the entire 1 billion BTC he’s secretly sitting on, will be ours. No one else knows Yaw owns 90% of Scholar Groups."
Mr. Akrobeto was initially horrified at the suggestion, but as Vivian and Suzie continued to press, he began to waver. They painted a picture of a future where their family could control an empire that no one would ever dare to challenge.
Finally, after hours of persuasion, Mr. Akrobeto relented. He would send Yaw to notify his family about moving into the apartment, under the pretense that the Akrobetos had purchased a bigger mansion. On his way, they would ensure that Yaw met with a tragic "accident," making it look like an unfortunate mishap.
Meanwhile, at the El-Duah residence, the celebration banquet was in full swing. The opulent mansion was buzzing with activity as various dignitaries from the Ashanti Region and beyond arrived, each bearing gifts to honor the El-Duah Consortium’s recent success.
The names of the guests were announced as they entered the grand hall, each one eliciting gasps of surprise and admiration from the assembled crowd. Despite Media CEO, Gobe Restaurant CEO, Kotoka Airport CEO, all made their entrances, their presence lending an air of prestige to the event. The Minister of Trade, the Regional Military Commander, and the Regional Police Commander followed, their arrival greeted with even greater jubilation.
Journalists buzzed around, capturing every moment, as the event was broadcast live on TV3. The high table was set, and the red carpet had been rolled out for the elite of society to walk upon majestically. The El-Duah family basked in the glow of their newfound success, with Mr. Collins El-Duah, the head of the consortium, presiding over the festivities with a broad smile.
But as the night wore on, the atmosphere shifted. Mr. Collins took the microphone and cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the entire room. “I have an important announcement to make,” he began, his voice booming through the speakers.
The crowd fell silent, eager to hear what he had to say.
“Mariam El-Duah will no longer handle the contract with Scholar Groups,” he declared, his tone sharp and unforgiving. “She has brought shame to our family by using an errand boy to secure this deal. This is unacceptable.”
Mariam’s heart sank as she realized what was happening. The rest of the family nodded in agreement, their faces hard and unyielding.
“The contract will now be managed by Sandra El-Duah,” Mr. Collins continued, gesturing toward Sandra, who sat with a smug expression on her face. “Furthermore, Mariam and her nuclear family are hereby fired from the El-Duah Consortium. They are banned from entering the family premises and mansion. As a gesture of kindness, they may keep the small house in the slum where they currently reside.”
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the room as the shocking news was delivered. Journalists scrambled to capture the moment, their cameras flashing as they recorded Mariam’s humiliation. The announcement sent shockwaves through the banquet, leaving everyone stunned.
As Mariam and her family were forcibly escorted out of the mansion, Sandra couldn’t resist the urge to gloat. She spat on the ground in front of Mariam, her voice dripping with contempt. “Good riddance.”
The scene was broadcast live, and Yaw, who had been watching the news in his room, felt a deep pang of sorrow. He had seen the cruelty of the world before, but this was different. The betrayal and wickedness on display were more than he could bear. He realized that the world was far more dangerous and treacherous than he had ever imagined.
Across town, the Akrobeto family watched the same news report, but their reaction was starkly different. Vivian and Suzie exchanged knowing glances, their minds already set on the plan they had devised. To them, who controlled the contract with Scholar Groups was irrelevant compared to the fortune that awaited them once Yaw was out of the picture.
As Yaw drifted off to sleep, blissfully unaware of the impending danger, the Akrobeto family solidified their plans, their hearts set on claiming the fortune Yaw had unknowingly placed within their reach.