Chapitre 141: Best Of Luck Ms Moore

The next morning, as if foreshadowing the series of life changing events that was to take place in the Beazell family, the colour of the leaves on the tree had begun to change from lush green to a blend of golden brown and crimson, heralding the arrival of autumn.

There were no pleasant bird songs on the trees, signaling the dreary days that were in front of them.

The sharp, prickly smell of Autumn filled the atmosphere and the only sign of life that early morning were the group of reporters that had gathered in front of the Beazell villa very early before the break of day to snatch a few minutes of interview with Mr Beazell.

It was as if they had slept there overnight as no one knew when they arrived.

By 9am, Mr Beazell who had already envisaged such a scene was escorted with Linda to his car by a group of bodyguards and armed men who acted as human barricades against the desperate reporters.