AT REGAL HAVENIt was a sultry evening, and the neon lights outside the club flickered in a mesmerizing rhythm, luring patrons inside. The attractive beats of music thumped through the air, vibrating in harmony with the excitement that filled the Regal Haven Hotel, a haven for those seeking a taste of luxury. Jessica, who holds the position of director of sales and marketing, had chosen this night to unwind and drink away the stress of her busy life.The club's ambiance was posh and seductive. Dimly lit with just enough light to showcase the sophistication in its decor. Plush couches lined the walls, providing a cozy retreat for those who preferred to observe the scene. The bar was a gleaming testament to mixology, where bartenders flaunted their skills, concocting libations that danced with colors and flavors. Patrons swayed on the dance floor, moving to the rhythm of music that seemed to caress the soul.Jessica had come to Regal Haven's club section to ensure everything was goin

Jessica hurriedly turned back, fear gripped her as it was obvious from her body language. Rashy burst into laughter as she teasingly teased Jessica. “The sinner runs while no one chases her.” She laughed more. Jessica rolled her eyes at such an expensive joke to her. She had thought Roderick’s intending wife had heard her. She wasn’t ready to die. “Ryan could never,” Jessica said. “Ewww!” Emily cringed and wrinkled her nose as if the mere mention of Ryan’s name was repulsive. It seemed like she might actually gag.Rashy chimed in, scoffing, “That puppet. He’s like a marionette, dancing to someone else’s strings, with nothing original to say.”As they took their seats in the VIP Hall, Jessica looked at Ryan one more time and muttered, “he might as well be dead now.”Jessica, Rashy, and Emily all looked incredibly captivating, capturing the attention of everyone around them. It wasn't long before they were the center of attention, and their radiant beauty was undeniable.“He’s bett

Ryan desperately begged for his life. He could see the ugly faces of the men who had cornered him, their expressions unrelenting. Fear gripped him, and he continued to plead, promising anything and everything to avoid his impending doom."Please, don't kill me," Ryan implored, his voice trembling. He looked from one angry face to another, searching for a hint of mercy, but they remained firm."I'll do anything you want, just spare me," he pleaded again, tears welling up in his eyes. But the men showed no sign of relenting.As they continued to close in on him, their intentions clear, a blinding light suddenly flooded the room. Ryan shielded his eyes with his hands, and the world around him was consumed by an overwhelming brightness. He couldn't see anything, and the disorienting sensation left him in a state of shock.When the light began to subside and his vision gradually returned, Ryan found himself staring into the familiar face of Mr. Evans. The older man was smiling, and his pr

Jessica paced back and forth in her room. She had reached a point of desperation. The mysterious text she received threatening to expose her actions had thrown her life into turmoil. Worst of it all was that the sender sent two more messages. “Tch! Who is this fucker?!” She needed help, and the only person she believed could assist her was Logan and he hadn’t said anything after their meeting.She decided to send Logan a message, her fingers tapping anxiously on her phone's screen. "Hey! Logan, I haven't gotten any response from you. Have you been able to find anything?" Jessica's plea was laced with worry. She anxiously awaited a reply, her mind racing with anxiety.Time ticked by, and her phone finally rang. It was Logan on the line. His voice held a note of urgency as he spoke, "Jessica, I've seen something important. You need to come over to my place immediately."She rolled her eyes. Jessica's heart pounded with a mix of relief and apprehension. The situation had escalated, and

"What is it about this Mr. Smith? How can I uncover his secrets? I want to dig so deep into him that I get to know every single move.”Ryan walked down the street, his mind spinning with thoughts about Mr. Smith and the company.“Excuse me!” Ryan nearly bumped into an old lady.“Sorry, ma’am,” he muttered, snapping out of his thoughts.“Be careful, young man,” the old lady chuckled.Strolling past an antique store, Ryan noticed an old man eyeing him.“What’s up with this guy again?” Ryan mumbled, feeling a bit nervous.“Why do people just stare at me like I’m a ghost? Can I just get to walk freely like a normal being?” He mumbled. “I’m fed up with these.” He rubbed his face with his hand. “Young man with the mystical watch, your life is in great danger,” the old man spoke up.Ryan froze. “Who… who are you?”“Life in danger?” Those words rang in Ryan’s head. His life had always been in danger since he met Turner. Or maybe Jessica. Jessica had been a bad luck to him all along. “No h