Theo and Baldie had always been seen as the strongest men in the Radon group, and as they stepped into the cage, the tension was palpable. The atmosphere was charged with excitement as the crowd cheered, urging them on to fight.Theo's muscles rippled under his skin as he sized up Baldie, who in turn, narrowed his eyes at Theo. The two men had been close friends and training partners for years, but now they were about to face off against each other in a brutal fight.The sound of clinking coins and the smell of sweat and adrenaline filled the air as the men eagerly placed their bets on who they thought would come out victorious. The tension in the room was thick, and even those who were not interested in the fight couldn't help but be drawn into the excitement of it all."Did you feel that?" one man said to his friend, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "The atmosphere here is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.""I know," his friend replied, eyes glued to the cage where Theo

Zayn couldn't help but chuckle at the mention of the three directors, wondering what the young female director was hoping to achieve by bringing up the case. He turned to the young female director, who appeared to be barely a few years older than him but already had the stern gaze of an old woman and the sharp gaze of a seasoned business executive."Is this some kind of revenge, or do you have a point to make?" he asked, his voice low and steady. He could feel the tension in the air, and he knew that he had struck a nerve.The woman's expression remained unchanged as she responded, "I have no personal vendetta against you or anyone else. But as an Operational Director of this company, it is my duty to ensure that we have competent replacements for those who have been removed from their positions."Zayn nodded slowly, taking in her words. He couldn't deny the truth in what she said. The thought of getting the three directors fired had been satisfying at the time, but now he realized

Zayn made sure to keep a safe distance from Mike as they both walked towards the company building. He didn't want to risk being recognized too soon, especially since it was his own secret company.As they entered the building, a secretary greeted them and asked Mike to follow her to the CEO's office. Zayn hung back, pretending to look at his phone as he watched them leave.As he stood there, he noticed one of the security guards giving him a curious look. He knew he had to do something to ease the guard's suspicion. Once the secretary and Mike were out of sight, Zayn let out a sigh of relief and walked towards his personal elevator. Just as he was about to press the button, he heard a voice behind him."Hey, excuse me," the security guard said, approaching Zayn. "Can I see your ID, please?"Zayn quickly thought of a response. "Oh, sorry about that. Actually, I don't have my ID on me, but that's okay. I own this place," he said confidently, flashing a smile.The security guard looked

Zayn's eyes shook slightly as he took in the transformation of Sultan's villa, which was decorated from top to bottom with intricate patterns and stunning ornaments. The courtyard was filled with colorful lanterns of all shapes and sizes, casting a warm glow over the entire area. The walls were adorned with beautiful tapestries and intricate carvings, depicting scenes from ancient times and tales of the Sultan's ancestors. The entire villa was adorned with colorful decorations and bright lights. A long, intricately designed carpet was laid out in the center of the main hallway leading up to the living room. The walls were adorned with various Ramadan-themed decorations, including crescent moons and stars, and colorful banners with Islamic calligraphy. The scent of jasmine and rose wafted through the air, adding to the festive atmosphere. The long dining table was set with silver plates, goblets, and golden utensils, all of which glittered under the light of the lanterns. The ce

Zayn savored the aroma of the freshly cooked biryani and kebabs that wafted through the house.He could hear the clinking of glasses and the sound of chatter as his family and friends eagerly waited for the call to break their fast.As he took a sip of water and ate a date, Zayn couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him. He remembered the days when they were all still younger and how they used to break their fast together as a family.Zayn smiled as he recalled the playful arguments he and his father used to have about who could eat the most food.His mother would always chuckle and shake her head at their antics, but she was always pleased to see her family so happy and content.As the call to prayer echoed through the house, Zayn's thoughts were interrupted, and he eagerly made his way to the table.The food was as delicious as ever, and Zayn couldn't help but feel grateful for the blessings that Allah had bestowed upon him and his family.As the family finished the