As police and ambulance sirens blared throughout the palace grounds, the scene descended into chaos. Injured individuals were carefully extracted from the wreckage and hurriedly ushered into waiting ambulances. The fires that had raged moments before were now smoldering ruins, their embers a stark reminder of the mayhem that had just happened.Adonis, having concluded his brief address to the press media, strode purposefully toward the ambulances. His eyes fixated on the wounded, innocent people being treated with urgency. These were individuals who should never have borne the brunt of the palace's tumultuous affairs, individuals caught up in a situation not of their making.A burning anger welled within him. He knew, with a grim certainty, that this catastrophe was orchestrated by Oliver and his allies, he did not even need to be told again. It was obviously a blatant attempt to disrupt Adonis's ascend to the throne, a threat to make him see that he was serious about telling him to s

After Adonis had informed Valerie of his plans for the day, mentioning that he intended to visit an old friend, he departed from the palace accompanied by a contingent of bodyguards, making his way towards Mr. Henderson's residence.As they approached Mr. Henderson's imposing abode, the gatekeeper stationed there quivered at the sight of Adonis. His trembling hands quickly unlocked the gates, allowing Adonis and his entourage to enter the premises. They proceeded towards the grand entrance of the house, the atmosphere thick with tension and anticipation.A single knock resounded on the door of Mr. Henderson's residence. From within, a voice inquired about their visitor's identity, and the bodyguard promptly responded, "We're from the palace." The door slowly creaked open, revealing a trembling woman who appeared to be one of the Hendersons' maids.At the sight of Adonis, her fear also intensified, and she hastened to open the door wider, granting him and his bodyguards entrance, it wa

Tears welled up in the eyes of the Hendersons, and they resumed their desperate pleas for mercy. However, Adonis had reached a point where their entreaties fell on deaf ears. He received a call from the commissioner, diverting his attention from the distraught family and he listened attentively as the commissioner relayed important information. One of the task force agents had reported a potential sighting of one of Oliver's henchmen.Adonis's curiosity piqued, and he immediately inquired about how the agents had identified the henchman. The commissioner's voice held a note of urgency as he replied, "I'll need to gather more information and get back to you later, Prince Adonis. We just wanted to keep you updated, that’s all."With that, Adonis hung up the call.He knew now that his mission at the Hendersons' residence was complete so he bid them a curt farewell and rose to his feet, ready to depart. They clung to his legs, their voices filled with desperation, pleading for him to stay

Oliver's voice oozed with a sinister delight. "Oh, nothing too complicated.Adonis could feel his patience wearing thin as Oliver continued to play his twisted games. He demanded, "Enough with the riddles, Oliver. What do you want?"Oliver's voice danced with amusement. "Ah, Adonis, always so direct. I've already told you what I want. We're going to play a little game."Adonis sighed in exasperation. "Fine, what game?"Oliver's tone turned chillingly serious. "A game of last man standing, my brother."Adonis furrowed his brow, struggling to grasp the gravity of Oliver's words. "Last man standing? What on earth are you even talking about?"Oliver's voice dripped with menace as he explained, "You have two days, Adonis. Two days to make a decision. You can either relinquish your position as the heir to the throne, or I will unleash chaos upon your city."Adonis felt a cold shiver run down his spine as the true nature of Oliver's game became clear. "You're talking about a blast, aren't yo

Adonis woke with a heavy burden on his mind, the presence of spies within his palace kept gnawing at the back of his mind. He knew he had to take action, even if it meant scrutinizing every worker and guard in his employ. The thought of having servants he couldn't trust was intolerable and it gave him sleepless night.He immediately got on his feet and called for the lists of all the workers and guards currently employed in the palace, along with their years of service. A stack of papers, thick with information, landed on the desk in his office. He delved into the sea of names and years, studying the figures meticulously.Each entry held potential clues, and he was determined to unearth any irregularities or patterns that might reveal the identity of Oliver's spy or spies. It was a painstaking task, but one he was willing to undertake in his quest to root out the source of the palace's betrayal.He meticulously took note of each worker's name and the duration of their service in the p