Around seven cars were moving on the hushed road. The speeding cars and their roars reverberated in the pin-drop silence environment. One of the men from cars that were following Weylin Turner put his head out of the window. He pointed his gun, aiming at the tires of Weylin's car to shoot and puncture them. Narrowing his eyes, the man pulled the trigger and the bullet escaped from his gun. But Weylin's driver, being one the best drivers of the mafia world, flawlessly escaped from the aim. "They are quite skilled," Weylin Turner muttered as he tightened the grip on his gun. He kept eyeing the speeding cars that were trying to get close to his car. As the cars were about to get close, Mr. Green kept speeding, escaping swiftly. Soon they reached an area that was far away from the residential area. Now things will get a bit easier. Weylin smirked as everything was going according to his plan. Soon they reached a road that had a lot of smaller roads joining it. "We should get Weyl

After around thirty minutes, all the information regarding Farren Allen was presented in front of Weylin. The live location of the leader of the Hawk was glowing in red on the huge screens of the computers and systems. There were some documents kept on the adjacent table. The sounds of the systems were the only sounds that could be heard in the pin-drop silence room. The highly skilled professionals of his specialised team, whose job was to ensure the safety of the crucial information of The Black Panther as well as to dig the highly confidential information about anyone who dared to target Black Panther or whoever they were ordered to take care of, were waiting for further instructions. Weylin exhaled the smoke of the cig as he stood up. His eye quickly scanned the information on the documents. His lips curved down as he went through the minute details. His aura appeared even darker, thanks to the black coloured shirt he was wearing with his sleeves rolled up to his lower arm. He bi

"Did that guy spill the beans?" Blake asked, neatly cutting the steak and making perpendicular slices. Pinning the meat down with the fork, he proceeded to take a bite. "Not yet," Shadow replied, sitting on the adjacent chair. She waited for her master to finish his breakfast before getting into the proper discussion. "He's a tough nut to crack." "Kai Bailey is that kind of guy who considers loyalty above everything," the old master said, taking a bite of the tender yet crunchy asparagus. The combination of steak with well-cooked asparagus and crispy potatoes was always his favourite dish for breakfast. "But that doesn't make us go easy on him. Use every known method to extract the truth from him. He shouldn't have tried aiming at my daughter. Since he already did the deed, there's no need to go easy on him." "Yes, master." Shadow nodded. Biting her inner cheek, she glanced at the other. "No matter how much I try to connect the dots, I couldn't understand one thing. He attacked the

Garaine quickly wrapped her arms around him as he fell unconscious. "Mr. Turner, wake up!" Garaine shook him before tapping his cheeks, attempting to wake him up. "Open your eyes. Mr. Turner!" Abruptly, she noticed the abnormal temperature of her husband. Frowning, she put her palm on his forehead. "Damn! He is burning!" she uttered, astounded by the high temperature he had. Hearing the commotion, Lucia came out. "What happened?!" She exclaimed, kneeling beside her best friend. "I d-don't know," Garaine replied, feeling a lump around her neck. Tears glistened in her eyes. "I was talking to him and suddenly he fainted.""Let's take him inside first." Wrapping his arms around her neck, Garaine carried him on her back after a huge struggle. She laid him on her bed with utmost care. “What shall we do now?” Garaine asked on the verge of a breakout. “Shall we take him to the hospital? No no…It will take time. Let’s call the doctor. No! The best option is to-”“You need to calm down

“Didn’t you see a small pink-colored note kept under a vase in your makeup room?” Weylin asked, muddled. “No.” Garaine shrugged her shoulders. “Did you check the table?” Weylin repeated anxiously. “The note mentioned that I would go to the USA because of an urgent matter and will explain everything once I’m back.”“There was no note, Mr. Turner.”“That’s strange!” Weylin’s eyebrows were knitted into a deep frown. “I gave the maid the note and saw her putting it under the vase. How could that disappear?” “Is she a permanent maid of the Turner mansion?” She wanted to know. She already suspected foul play. “I think so,” Weylin replied, thinking deeply. “It looks like someone intentionally removed the note from its place to create a misunderstanding between us.” His gaze grew darker. “Who the heck tried to come between us!?”“Mr. Turner, let's forget the past,” Garaine smiled gently, masking her doubts. Getting angry would only deteriorate his health which she didn't want at any cost