As Nicholas drove along the winding road, a tangled web of thoughts swirled through his mind, each thread intertwined with the events that had transpired at the Avendano's Villa. The weight of his decision not to sign the divorce papers hung heavy on his shoulders, casting a shadow over his every action. He wasn't sure if he did the right thing by refusing to sign the paper, but he genuinely didn't want to. He just couldn't let the Avendanos win after everything he had gone through. These people were the one brainwashing India and he must stop them, but he didn't even know how to. How did he want to explain to them that there had some people lurking in the shadows while trying to attack him. If the RMIs find out about his wife, they might wanna take advantage of them. As he drove on, these were the thoughts that kept running around in his head. The rhythmic hum of the engine was the only sound that penetrated the silence of his contemplation, the road stretching endlessly before. I

Nicholas sat in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the store. The tension hung thick in the air as he waited for the three men in black to come out of the room. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes stretched into eternity. Nicholas felt a knot forming in his stomach, a sense of unease creeping over him. But still, he persevered, his gaze unwavering. He was determined to stay for as long as it would take them to come out of that store. But the question is, what could they be purchasing that took them so long. Finally, like figures emerging from a mist, the three men strode out of the store, their movements deliberate and purposeful. For some reasons, everything about these men just felt odd. No facial expression and they kinda looked alike as they though they were triplets. Nicholas straightened in his seat, his heart pounding in anticipation. The men walked up to their waiting car, which was also just as black as the suit they were

As tension hung heavy in the air like a thick fog, all of them wondering why they couldn't shoot Nicholas, one of Luigi's escorts couldn't help but press further. "Why can't we just get rid of Nicholas once and for all?" the man questioned boldly, his eyes filled with defiance. Before Luigi could even begin to formulate a response, Nicholas interjected, his voice dripping with contempt. "I should tell you! It's because none of you have the courage, you've got no balls," Nicholas declared coldly, his gaze sweeping over the men before him. "You are all cowards." The words stung like a slap to the face, causing a collective murmur of anger to ripple through the group. "Why would he say such a thing and we wouldn't do anything about it? We can get rid of him and no one would know about it." The men turned their accusing eyes towards Luigi, their loyalty wavering in the face of Nicholas's provocation. "We can't take this insult anymore, Luigi. Are we trying to give Nicholas a special

"What is the name of the executive who was attacked?" Nicholas hesitated for a moment before replying, his gaze shifting to the floor momentarily before locking eyes with Luigi. "Mr. Du Pont," he replied, his voice laden with concern. Luigi's smirk played at the corners of his lips as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Mr. Du Pont wasn't attacked, rather, he orchestrated his own attack," he stated matter-of-factly, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. . Nicholas' brows furrowed in confusion, his mind struggling to grasp the implications of Luigi's words. "What!?" Nicholas and Mr. Philip's exclaimed in unison, Nicholas turning towards Mr. Philips with a pleading look in his eyes. Mr. Philips mirrored his disbelief, their shared glance speaking volumes of the turmoil that now enveloped them. Taking a step forward, Nicholas confronted Luigi, his voice laced with urgency. "What do you mean by that statement, Luigi? Did y

The trio stood silently at the entrance of the blue chamber, their gazes fixed on the lifeless form sprawled on the cold, hard floor. The dim lighting cast an eerie glow over the scene, casting shadows that danced across the tall annoying walls. Ryan's brow furrowed as he recognized the man. "Luigi?" he breathed, his voice tinged with disbelief. Nicholas and Mr. Philips turned to him, surprise written on their features. "You know him?" Nicholas asked, his tone laced with curiosity. Ryan nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving the prone figure. "Who doesn't know Luigi? Wait, how were you able to capture Luigi?" "Why do you sound so serious?" Nicholas asked, his brows raised high. Ryan hurried beside Luigi, pressing his fingers on his neck, trying to feel his pulse, he then looked back at Nicholas, "Luigi is..." he paused, searching for the right words. "He's one of the most dangerous and cunning pawns used by the RMI." Mr. Philips frowned, his lips pursed i