The revelation left the room shrouded in a heavy silence as everyone grappled with the unexpected turn of events. Ainslie, still holding the promise of the deal she had secured, exchanged a concerned glance with her father, uncertain of how to navigate the sudden setback. The air hung with tension, waiting for an explanation that would unravel the mystery behind the lost deal. Mark's rage simmered as no one dared to provide an answer to his question. "First, the Wyatt Group didn't give us the deal, and now they dare to snatch this deal from us?" Dulgad, attempting to explain the dire situation, shook his head. "It's been less than 72 hours, Father, and we've suffered so many losses. We've lost some of our investors and millions of dollars, all because of the Wyatt Group.""What the heck?" Mark scoffed, his frustration palpable. "This is crazy.""But, Dulgad, are you sure? I mean… this deal is ours. I had done everything to secure it, so how can it just be given to the Wyatt Grou

Pointing at Ainslie, Mark covered the distance between them, staring at her with red eyes. "How dare you humiliate me this much in less than an hour? Huh?!" Ainslie couldn't utter a word but shook her head nervously, still holding onto her cheek, which felt like it could fall off if she let go."I see why you came back home that night and asked for a divorce because it was your conscience pricking you, and you wanted to get rid of Bryson. I'm so disappointed in you that you stoop so low on these occasions.""Father, I…I…""Ssh! Ainslie, your actions have consequences, and they are going to ruin this family's image. Do you fucking know how long it took me to build our reputation? I never for once did anything stupid when my father was alive because I wanted to earn his respect and honors, but you did the opposite. If the press gets hold of these stinky photos here or the video Mr. Jockey showed us, then do you know what will become of this family, me especially?! I'll be a laughin

As the room plunged into darkness, they shed their clothes, surrendering to a moment of passionate intimacy. An hour later, Ainslie lay in Clinton's embrace, her head resting on his chest as he stroked it tenderly. Naked under the duvet, they shared a quiet moment of respite. In the aftermath, Clinton's thoughts turned to Bryson, and a sneer formed on his lips. "How dare that miserable thing mock you? What gives him the right?" Ainslie, concerned about her ongoing relationship with Bryson, sought reassurance. "I don't know. We need to do something about him, Clinton because it doesn't seem like my ties with him will be severed anytime soon.""Don't worry, babe. This time, it will be me who takes action," Clinton declared, a sly smile playing on his lips.Looking up at him, Ainslie inquired, "What else can we do?""Eliminate him," Clinton uttered, his words carrying a sinister tone."What?" As Ainslie grasped the gravity of his suggestion, her eyes widened, and she sat up, instinc

After dinner, Ainslie retreated to her room, where the anticipation of a message from Clinton awaited her. As she glanced at her phone, she couldn't help but grin in excitement upon reading his words, "Babe, Bryson is going to die tonight." The sinister message ignited a crooked smile on Ainslie's face."Just send him to get you something from the pharmacy ten minutes away from the house and I will handle it from there." Lifting her gaze from the message, Ainslie reveled in the devious plan forming in her mind. The unsettling smile lingered as she contemplated the impending events. Her satisfaction was palpable, knowing that the seeds of deception she had planted were beginning to bear fruit. As the approaching footsteps reached Ainslie's ears, she hastily took an uncomfortable position on the bed. The door swung open, revealing Bryson, who walked in only to be met with Ainslie's agonized screams."Ahh, damn, this pain is killing me," she groaned, clutching her tummy and roll

As the echoes of Bryson's screams lingered in the darkened warehouse, the gang leader continued his assault, reveling in the brutality. Bryson, battered and helpless, gasped for breath between the relentless blows. During the merciless beating, Bryson managed to mutter defiantly, "You think this changes anything? You bunch of fools are as weak as Clinton!"The gang leader scoffed, "Maybe not, but you will never stand in our way again." Meanwhile, in her room, Ainslie continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror. The elation that had gripped her moments ago began to wane, replaced by a subtle unease. The reality of the violence unleashed on Bryson began to sink in, and the twisted satisfaction she initially felt was now clouded by a haunting realization. As Rose left Ainslie's room, concern etched on her face, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The atmosphere within the Pegasus mansion had shifted, and Rose couldn't ignore the unsettling aura that per