Chapter 141Sofia woke up from a nightmare again and this time, it was worse. She panted uncontrollably, the room feeling quite suffocating. She breathed heavily, out of breath like she'd just completed a marathon. By the time she calmed down, it'd been over thirty minutes. Beads of sweat covered her forehead and her neck felt sticky with it. Despite the air-conditioned room, Sofia felt choked, like she wasn't getting enough air. She slipped out of bed with the lighter duvet and went over to the veranda.The cool but cold breeze greeted her as she slid the big glass window. She walked into the verandah and pulled the duvet over herself for warmth. The morning sun was still yet to come up and she stared down at the rest of the city, watching the bustling city life get busier and busier by the second. Calm came back to her after a while but her anxiety still lingered. Walking back inside, she did her bed and decided to get ready and early for work. She glanced at her alarm clock.2.00

Chapter 143The bullet pierced the window, its impact fracturing the glass in a web of cracks that stretched to the frame's edge. Asher, hunched over his office chair, narrowly evaded the shot as the bullet had actually aimed for his neck . Just the day before, he had installed bulletproof windows—a precaution against unforeseen dangers. From the reflecting piece of artwork on his wall, Asher could make out the figure of the sniper. The surprise of the shot had gotten to him but his senses were on full alert.“****The sniper guy pulled the trigger, aiming at the exact spot he'd shot.The glasses shattered upon impact, fragments shooting upward like tiny projectiles. Asher, already crouched beneath the table, narrowly avoided the bullet's trajectory, his instincts honed by survival. Using his legs to leverage, he toppled the nearby cabinet, creating a makeshift barrier against the unseen assailant. Just as he braced for the next onslaught, the doors swung open. Asher's senses sharpen

Chapter 145The piercing sounds of owls echoing through the air was the only thing keeping Asher company in the dead of night.By past midnight, the rest of the household had gone asleep but Asher stayed awake - restless. As the minutes slowly crept by, his anger and concern grew stronger while the darkness pressed in on all sides.Today had been too close a call. Today, they'd gotten a good shot at him and something seemed to rip in him a little bit. . But he knew in his soul that it was merely luck that saved him. And maybe a bit of grace since he'd survived loads of other attempts. They were becoming bolder and more brazen in their attempts to end him. Had he really let his guard down ? Not a bit. He'd increased his security as soon as he arrived here because he knew Andrea and his mother were more desperate than ever to get rid of him. And more desperate meant more drastic measures were being applied to take him out.Andrea and his mother had made it crystal clear - they wanted hi

Chapter 147The sniper man zoomed in on the screen in front of him. “Got it. I've locked it him in”“Cool. When do I get my cut?”“Come by in the evening. I'll have it ready”The call was terminated.The sniper guy placed the phone on the metal table top and took out a screw driver from where it hung. In minutes, he'd dismantled the phone, clearing the contents into the waste bag beside him.He grabbed the pistol on the table and put the dismantled pieces together, making sure it was loaded. His eyes drifted shut as he took a deep, calming breath. When they opened once more, all traces of doubt and hesitation were gone, replaced by icy determination. With clinical precision, he disassembled the ominous device before him, categorizing and organizing each miniscule component with laser focus. One by one, they merged together under his skilled hands, sliding into place with mechanical efficiency until only a seamless whole remained. Securing it in the inner pockets of his loose pants, he

Chapter 149For the rest of the next day, Asher was restless. He wasn't supposed to be bothered by it yet he was. Why? He didn't know for sure but he thought over and over, the possibilities of the unknown caller having all the information he wanted and more. But what if it was a scam - a trap, something to lure him into the lion's den. After all, they'd just tried killing him and that had been no random shot. It was a vivid and bold attack on his life - an attempt that had somewhat triggered his steps towards revenge…. And a percentage of desperation. Ping Ping!The scren of his Samsung lit up. He looked over at the smartphone. The screen was on with a notification of a message that had just popped in.“Clandenson Halls, 425 District, Dale Avenue 5.30 p.m”Asher glanced at his Piaget watch. He had just an hour and fifteen minutes to make up his mind. Like he'd said before, this could just be some jobless random youth trying to sell cheap gossip to him. But the what ifs.. the what