Now, for the fans led by Brian to be relevant, they shifted their rally to the stadium gate. Meanwhile, the tight security would not allow them to stand anywhere near the gate. When Tim’s convoy was leaving the stadium, Brian's group decided to walk behind by foot. To their disappointment, the vehicles sped off as soon as they left the gate. Tim settled down in his room and waited for his mother, who arrived with her husband afterward.
“Congratulations, son. I never believed that your breakthrough would come so soon.”
“Thank you mom. All thanks to Uncle Denise and Big Cousin,” responded Tim after he gave his mom a hug. Then, he walked to his stepfather who was behind his mother and gave him a hug too, “Welcome, father.”
“Thank you, son, and congratulations once again. This is just a stepping stone.”
“Thank you for your wishes, father.”
He placed an order for dinner, which was delivered immediately. While they were eating, the mother asked, “What about the request of the Head of the Government?”
He smiled and explained, “I will think about it.”
Then, his stepfather declared, “You are right, son. Take your time. If possible, don't contact him. He is only going to use you to get the youths to support his government. He would claim that he made you a superstar.”
“I think that your stepfather is right,” his mother pointed out. After the meal, Tim requested that they should spend the night with him, and they did. After the dinner, they settled down to watch the television. That was when he saw his friends and foes led by Brian at the airport road, 'No wonder Uncle Denise insisted that I come in incognito.'
By 5 Am the next day, he was on his way to the airport. At 11 Am, he was at the Heathrow Airport and Denise was there to receive him. They took off and arrived home at 12:30 pm.
Meanwhile, Brown was one of those the event favored. He stayed back to speak with dairy products dealers in Brick Mont. Nevertheless, after they tasted his products, and the dealers envisaged that the product would sell like hot cakes, the rich dealers fought to be the sole proprietor in the country. After he concluded an arrangement with them on how to ship his products, he returned to Dover the following week. Whether Tim was staying with him or not, he was still his Family Head, and he was getting the dividend.
Although, the event was not televised, after the event, Jude uploaded the program on the Daniel De Pianist Page. The Media Houses were able to get news for themselves and began to broadcast.
Now, Stephen, who was awaiting trial, was able to watch the event on the television. He was confused by the broadcast which said that Tim was an artist from Kent who went to perform in Bricks Mont.
“How did he become an artist from Kent? He had never visited Kent since he was born,” he muttered. Meanwhile, on the foreign scene, Bricks Mont media houses never admitted that he was an artist from Kent. They projected him as a successful youth of the land who would partner with the government to empower other youths. Now, Brian and his friends were as confused as Stephen over Tim's citizenship. To Denise and his father, the media houses could broadcast anything as long as Tim had returned safely to them.
At Sevenoaks.
Dr. Quain, who could not attend the event at Dover even though his wife and daughter wished to, kept track of Louis. As soon as his driver took off, he got a call from the doctor. He informed him that he would be in Sevenoaks in the next one hour. Before he got home, the doctor was already waiting for him in his house.
“Have a nice day, boss.”
The driver and Cassandra greeted simultaneously when Louis got out of the car at his house.
“And you too. See you on Monday.”
He responded with a normal tone and expression on his face as he walked into his house.
“Welcome back, boss,” his domestic staff members greeted as he looked at the doctor's car.
“Thank you,” he responded, and walked into the house and met the doctor, who was walking to meet him at the door.
“Good to see you, Mr. Bailey,” he greeted, and gave him a hug.
“Good to see you, Dr. Quain.” He responded cheerfully as they walked back to the parlor. Now, the doctor took his seat and gave him a searching look. He was delighted to notice that he was composed and inquired, “How was the event?”
“Oh! Splendid. I am delighted to have made it.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I was able to watch my nephew performing live.”
“Wow. That is good.”
Afterward, he excused himself and walked to his room to change.
“He believed that he went through a memory erasure surgery,” the doctor murmured to himself and watched him walk to his room. Afterward, Louis returned, and they had lunch together. On Monday, he resumed his work.
At Dover.
After the concert, the youngsters from the Bailey's family left with mixed feelings. Although, Tim, their cousin, performed to their delight, but they wished that they should meet him one on one and take selfies with him. All the same, they believed that he was still with them and would meet him some day. Meanwhile, Brown's children, who had been stagnated as a result of the decline from Bricks Mont which had affected their breakthrough in other countries, were as happy as their father. Whether selfies with Tim or not, they were happy. Then, the first son, Nero, who was two years older than Denise, gave him a call to appreciate.
“Hello, Nero.”
“Hello, Denise. I called to congratulate you once again on the success of your event.”
“Thank you, big cousin. It was our event. Your presence added color to it.”
Now, Nero was not expecting such a response from him because, based on his low financial status, he added nothing to the program. He realized that it was Denise's way of giving people a sense of belonging, and he was humbled, “You are welcome. I want to appreciate you for the breakthrough you gave to my father.”
“Don't mention. What is the state of affairs of the business?”
“Now, that we had penetrated a country, we would be able to do the same in other countries because our export license had been opened up.”
“That is good. We would talk more about that.”
“Okay, Denise. Thank you for your concern.”
“Do not mention, Nero.”