The cool evening breeze blew as Harry sat in the hotel lobby, engrossed with his phone. After turning it off, he returned to his table, taking a sip of his drink while his mind lingered on the day's ordeal.Reverend Hale's words about fighting for a lost cause lingered in his thoughts. He refused to accept it as a prophecy or a predestined fate. Believing that everyone held their destinies, Harry dismissed Hale's words.A beep from his phone snapped him out of his contemplation. Slowly picking up his phone, he checked the notification. Scrolling down, he read the headline of a video, "Reverend Hale Re-inducts Another Candidate as the Will of God."Curiosity piqued, Harry quickly clicked on the video. As it began to play, he swiftly headed towards the comment section in search of the core points discussed."Did he induct someone else? Who?" Harry thought as he scrolled through the comment section."I'm sure voting for Reverend Hale's candidate," one comment read. Harry rolled his eyes

In no time, Harry arrived at his hotel and hurried inside. Glancing at his watch, it was 6:43 PM, and he sighed in disappointment at how late the time had been,his whole day was about visiting Reverend Hale.He hasn't gone to either of the companies or anywhere he was supposed to.His business visits had been put on hold due to the focus on arranging everything for Fredrik. Harry slammed the car doors shut, locking them before heading towards the hotel entrance. Suddenly, a tall figure, about six feet,wide hairy chest and abs, Weighing by his height one would think he was in his early forties but it was half of that.He started walking towards him. Harry paused, stopping in his tracks as the figure approached.“Hey, Harry Lucaino,” the voice sounded cold, accompanied by a forced smile. Harry could easily discern the insincerity and anticipated an encounter.“How can I assist you? No need for the fake smile,” Harry responded, meeting the piercing gaze without flinching.“Do I need to?” H

Harry hit the road, a satisfied smirk curling up his lips as he anticipated the upcoming clash between Iron Fist and Mr. Damon.After a few minutes, he veered towards the route heading to the hotel, accelerating. However, thoughts of Fredrik clouded his mind. With just two days until New Year's Eve, he hadn't even begun campaigning for the congressional office nor even picked it back up.The ring of his phone snapped him out of his reverie. He quickly picked up, putting it on loudspeaker as he continued driving."Hello," he greeted as soon as he answered."Hey, Tazio," Scarlet began. "Clara has done what you asked.""Oh, okay. Thanks," he replied, ending the call as he continued driving.A satisfied smile spread across his face, knowing he was about to corner Martin and his deceitful tactics.After a few minutes, he accelerated onto the streets leading to the hotel. Glancing out the window, his eyes suddenly caught sight of a newly opened mall. Impressed by its exterior, Harry couldn'

Taking a seat in the front row, right beside Harry, Mr. Damon's mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts. He couldn't quite fathom why he was in church, especially after coercing Victor into this situation. The presence of the Reverend fueled his suspicions, but he pushed those unsettling thoughts aside, trying to focus on the ongoing praises and worship before the priest's arrival at the altar for the ceremony.Inside the opulent and solemn sanctuary of the grand church, embellished with stained glass and dancing candle flames, a congregation had assembled for what they believed was a regular service, unaware that it was to become the official induction of a congressional candidate.The tension in the room intensified as the praise and worship drew to a close, leaving everyone anticipating the arrival of the priest. With each passing second, Mr. Damon's heart pounded against his ribs, his stomach a whirlwind of nervous butterflies, eager to uncover Harry's motives.After a few tense min

Mr. Damon and his family were seated in their living room after the elections. Unlike their usual routine, none of them had gone out to vote, so they anxiously awaited the results.Mr. Damon's gaze remained fixed on the television screen as the news anchor seemed to delay, skirting around delivering the information they awaited.After a few minutes of this uncertainty, he decided to proceed with the news. Everyone leaned in with keen interest, their eyes glued to the television, eager to hear the results.The news anchor began, "Ladies and gentlemen, after months of campaigning and anticipation, we finally have the results for the Congressional election. It was a closely contested battle, but ultimately…”All eyes remained fixed on the TV screen as the anchor proclaimed, "Mr. Fredrik Bahm has emerged as the winner!"Mr. Damon's eyes widened in astonishment, gasping in disbelief. He couldn't fathom what he had just heard. Fredrik winning over him was unexpected, especially after Victor