Author's point of view... Jack was dragged out ruthlessly, not only his position and status was gone, he was subjected to the cruellest third degree of treatment by the police. Ronald promised that he would make sure of that. Thomas's entire world shattered. He was on the verge of collapsing when he heard Leo's words just now. He glared at Leo with utmost contempt in his eyes as if finding a means to pounce on that young man and rip his throat away. But...! Can he do it? He clenched his fist so much that his fingernails dug into his palm, piercing the skin. It was painful. Indeed very painful but not because of the wound on his plans, instead his heart was in great pain. He soon collapsed on his seat with his head hung in despair. Everything was finished in a flash of a second. The dreams that he had to own the company after Helen's death fumed before him and he could not stop them from burning. He was helpless but for the first time in his life, he could face his oppon

Author's point of view... Just as Leo entered the restaurant at night, his phone buzzed. A message notification from Alvin flashed on his phone screen. "Plan in progress" "Targo Gang. Merits- Martial Arts. Night attackers. Be careful" Leo raised his eyebrows as he read the message but it was already too late for him to respond. The lights in the restaurant were switched off or maybe tampered and Leo senses some black figures moving towards him. "Aagh...So they are here already...!" Leo tried to fight back, grabbing a nearby kitchen knife, but he was quickly overpowered. The lead assassin stepped forward, his voice cold and menacing. "You’re quite something, huh?" "Retreat, stoop, and lift your right leg to a ninety-degree." a quick instruction was heard and Leo acted without even noticing where it came from. The voice seemed to be familiar and commanding at the same time and Leo felt like he was obliged to take those commands. Surprisingly, he was able to dodge

Author's point of view... An hour later, Leo found himself standing outside a dilapidated warehouse. The area was deserted, adding to the eerie atmosphere. He pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit by a few scattered overhead lights, casting long shadows. Though a bit creepy, the place didn't give Leo any sense of insecurity. He walked in carefully, without making any noise. After reaching the middle of what felt like a workshop of the warehouse, Leo paused, hearing some muffled sounds. "Mr. Connard...?," a voice called out from the shadows. Leo turned around instantly to see the source of the voice only to find an unclear structure of a man. Daniels slowly stepped forward, his expression tense. As the light fell on his face, Leo could now see him. Daniel was a man in his forties. A short yet fit man with a serious scar on his face. "Thanks for coming," Daniel added, gratefully. Leo nodded, acknowledging. "What’s this about?" Leo ask

Author's point of view... Focusing on the shadows where the guards were stationed, Leo moved closely. The men were armed and alert, their eyes scanning the area, but they were unaware of the predators lurking just outside their line of sight. Leo nodded, his expression grim. He adjusted the night vision goggles over his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, but he forced himself to stay calm. This was it, no room for mistakes. Silently, the two men split up. Leo moved like a shadow, his footsteps silent against the ground. He approached the first guard from behind, his movements swift and precise. With a single, fluid motion, he wrapped his arm around the guard’s neck and squeezed, cutting off the man’s air supply until he slumped unconscious to the ground. Daniel, on the other side, took down another guard with a well-placed strike to the temple. The man crumpled without a sound. They worked their way around the perimeter, system

Author's point of view... As Daniel's car pulled up to the gated community where Leo's villa was, the tension of the past few hours began to ease, replaced by an overwhelming exhaustion. The night had been harrowing, and all Leo could think about was getting Jessica somewhere to tend to her wounds, a safe place where she could rest and recover. Daniel turned off the engine and glanced back at Leo and Jessica, who were leaning against Leo, her eyes half-closed. "You two need anything else?" he asked, his voice quiet, not wanting to disturb the fragile calm that had settled over them. Leo shook his head. "No, we're good. Thanks for everything, Daniel. I owe you." Daniel waved off the gratitude with a small smile. "I would love to keep in touch with you. Just take care of her, Mr. Connard. She’s been through a lot." Leo nodded, then gently shifted Jessica in his arms. She stirred, wincing slightly as her injuries made themselves known, but Leo’s touch was soothing. He ca