The air was thick with tension as Oliver rushed to Mia's workplace, the thoughts of the recent confrontation still reverberating in his mind. Anxiety gripped him as he approached the security at the entrance, desperation etched on his face."Have you seen Mia?" he blurted out, his voice edged with urgency.The security guard, sensing the distress in Oliver's demeanor, shook his head. "No, sir. She left a while ago. Seemed fine, nothing unusual."A knot tightened in Oliver's stomach. "With who?" He inquired again. He'd tried to call her but to no avail. Something was wrong. He could feel it.It wasn't a coincidence that she went missing on the same day he got attacked. He demanded access to the CCTV footage, his impatience driving him to unravel the mystery of Mia's sudden disappearance. All he could do was hope she wasn't hurt. It was simply menacing to think about. The security room became more of an interview room, and Oliver's eyes fixated on the screen as the footage played.Mi

It was funny how easy relationships got tipped over in the face of betrayal. The weight of it sank on Oliver's shoulders, and he tried to reason— why?Why would Pascal have done that to him, laid his hand on Mia all for an inheritance that wasn't even confirmed to be his? Had his power hunger been something Oliver didn't notice? Because never in a thousand years would Oliver have suspected Pascal to stab him in the back like this It still occurred to him like a nightmare, but reality and reason had already surpassed that. Every single thing Pascal had done was a conscious action, and only he was to be blamed for that. There were no excuses for his actions, no matter how hard Oliver pondered upon it.To betray friends like that took a depth of maliciousness that didn't just spring up out of the blue. It had always been there, deep inside of him, waiting to be ticked off.And now, they were going to meet face to face. Pascal had reached out to Oliver the morning before, and with a fear

The judge tensed up when the door opened, and he adjusted his glasses, pressing it closer to his nose. The strong smell of coffee and old books filled the judge's office. Donavan entered, exuding an air of unignorable confidence. The judge, engrossed in case files, looked up at his displeasure obvious on his face as he didn't like to be disturbed while working, especially by a man as sly as Donavan. He'd heard quite a lot about him, and he knew not to drop his defenses.Donavan, with a sly grin, began, finding a seat directly opposite him. "It's been a while, Reynolds. I bet you wouldn't have thought you'd be seeing me again."Reynold continued to act uninterested, although he was a bit intimidated by Donavan's presence. "But I did," He responded, folding his hands across his chest. "You might want to start explaining why you're here." Donavan cleared his throat, hoping to steer the conversation to his benefit. "I believe we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement that could resh

"What happened, Donavan?" Pascal asked, his voice raised up a notch as he made his way into Donavan's office. His anger was palpable; he wore it in his sleeves, his bloodshot eyes holding Donavan's.He walked closer to Donavan's desk and hit his palms against it; the impact sent the files and a few items scattering on the tiled floor. Donavan leaned back, and he didn't need a word to know how angry Pascal was about the fucked up situation.It all happened so fast, and he couldn't pinpoint the dent in his plans either. He'd strategized so carefully with Reynold, and their missing was protected. Yet, Oliver, despite his being in confinement, managed to stay one step ahead of them.Thinking about the wasted effort made Donavan feel a lump rising at the back of his throat. It was definitely the worst thing he'd ever experienced in his entire life of being in business. It killed him more than Pascal could think of.And Pascal shared those grievances, along with anger churning in his stoma

Donavan leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished mahogany table as a man made his way into the office.Donavan's head shot up in anticoagulation, a glint in his eyes as he stared. The driver, nervously shuffling his feet, relayed the details of the successful mission."Boss, I did what you asked," He stuttered, his eyes lingering on the floor. The guilt weighed on his shoulder, although this wasn't his first rodeo m "Thompson's car got hit real bad. He's gone."Donavan eyed the driver with a scrutinizing gaze, assessing the sincerity in his words. "Are you sure? Did you check?""Yeah, boss, I swear. I checked. He ain't breathing no more."A sly smile played on Donavan's lips as he contemplated the success of his scheme. It was relieving to know that Oliver was trapped once more. "Good. You'll get the rest of your payment soon. But remember, this stays between us. Loose lips sink ships, my friend. Also, did anyone see you? That intersection was a bli