Harrington's voice quivered with a mix of concern and authority as he pleaded, "Put the gun down, Maria. You could kill someone."A sneer curled on Maria's lips, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Who cares if someone dies?" she retorted, her grip on the pistol tightening. Without hesitation, she raised her arm and squeezed the trigger, directing her aim at another assailant's leg.An agonizing scream tore through the air as the bullet found its mark, piercing the flesh and causing the unfortunate target to crumble to the ground. Blood spilled from the wound, staining the pavement crimson.With a chilling glare, Maria turned her attention back to Harrington. The gun remained trained on him, a potent symbol of the power she held in her hands. "Do you think I'm joking, Harrington?" She taunted, her voice laced with cold determination. "I suggest you take this seriously."Harrington's face contorted with anger, his voice seethed with frustration. "You dare threaten me? I'm a person of im

Harrington was shocked to hear Oliver's request for a rope, but he couldn't find his voice to utter a single word. Meanwhile, Maria, who appeared lost in her thoughts, hadn't caught Oliver's words. Annoyed, Oliver snapped his fingers at her, jolting her back to reality."A rope! Get me a rope, and stop thinking. Am I too handsome that you're lost?" he quipped, a hint of playful arrogance in his tone.Maria snapped out of her daze, her brows furrowing in confusion. "What do you need a rope for?" she asked, curiosity tinged with caution.Oliver waved off her questions dismissively. "Stop asking questions and get it for me," he ordered.Nodding, Maria walked briskly to her car and returned moments later with a long rope, handing it to Oliver. She couldn't help but wonder what he intended to do with it.Harrington, unable to contain his curiosity, interjected, "What are you going to do?"Oliver grinned mischievously. "Tie you, of course," he replied, his words laced with a sense of dark sa

Oliver's face twisted into a frown upon hearing his uncle's words. Logan and Amara mirrored his expression, clearly dissatisfied by Magnus' accusations.Oliver couldn't help but speak up, his voice laced with frustration, "Uncle, what is all this? If you have concerns, you should address them with my mother, not with me."Magnus, already brimming with anger, was further provoked by Oliver's response. His face reddened, and he snapped, "How dare you speak to me in such a manner, boy!"Oliver remained composed, refusing to let his uncle's hostility rattle him. He maintained his gaze on Magnus, silently urging him to calm down and engage in a rational conversation.Amara, sensing the tension escalating, attempted to interject, "But Uncle—"However, before she could finish her sentence, Magnus forcefully cut her off, his voice filled with authority, "Silence! You have no right to speak!"Amara reluctantly fell silent, casting a worried glance at Oliver. It was clear that Magnus' temper was

Oliver's smirk deepened, his own desire mirroring Logan's. He met her gaze, his eyes dark with hunger, as he let out a low, husky chuckle."Well, then," he replied, his voice dripping with a mix of confidence and desire. "I guess I'll have to make sure you have an unforgettable night."Oliver climbed onto the bed, his movements fueled by desire and a hunger that could no longer be contained. As he joined Logan, their bodies melded together, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss that ignited a fiery passion within them.Their lips danced in a heated embrace, their tongues intertwining with a fervor that conveyed their deep longing for one another. Oliver's hands roamed across Logan's body, tracing the contours of her curves, while Logan's fingers tangled in Oliver's hair, pulling him closer and deepening the intensity of theirtheir connection.Their kisses grew more fervent, each one conveying the raw desire and yearning that consumed them. The heat between them intensified; their bodie

Garcia nodded, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Yes, my dear. It's yours."Logan was overwhelmed by the generosity and thoughtfulness of Garcia's gift. She couldn't contain her appreciation as she looked at the dress, a symbol of luxury and style. Ralph Lauren, renowned for their timeless designs and impeccable quality, was a name synonymous with fashion excellence."Thank you, aunt." She said. "Having the opportunity to even dine with you is something like a dream; I'm grateful." She added. Garcia only smiled but said nothing.Oliver took the other bag, and Garcia told him, "Inside, you'll find a suit and a pair of shoes specially chosen for you to wear to the company."Curiosity sparked within Oliver as he eagerly opened the bag, revealing the contents. His eyes widened in amazement at the sight of the exquisitely designed suit and stylish shoes.Oliver remarked, "Wow, this suit is incredible! Where is it from?"Garcia smiled and replied, "It's from Armani, known for their impeccab