I could see their shocked faces. "I want to tell you, having no enemy is impossible. Whatever we do good or bad will cause enemies to appear, but with a this business mindset, we always must think of the worst but do the best." That is how I survived as the past Marshal, always thinking the enemy is much larger than we could see, and fighting with that mindset to achieve the best result. It's always better to be prepared than to have no preparation at all."Here is my idea, and tell me if any of you have a better idea," I started. "To face the Bolton family in real estate and all their businesses, Jessie from Total Construction, Violet from real estate and properties, Sabrina from entertainment, and Natalia from Holy Order Enterprises or security, all of you will collaborate to achieve the best result for our expansion. Open franchises like KFC, McDonald's, Seven Eleven, and any minimarket hotel, apartment, homestay as much as you can. Whatever the Bolton Family does, we will do the s

Maxim, the leader of the Bolton mafia's business branch, arrived at the airport with five of the assassins. They strode confidently across the tarmac towards a large Hummer waiting to ferry them to the Bolton main branch in the city. The air was tinged with the scent of jet fuel and the distant hum of aircraft engines.Inside the car, the atmosphere was tense. One of the assassins, his brow furrowed with concern, broke the silence. “Where is our weapon?” he asked, his voice tinged with unease.Maxim, looking weary, sighed heavily and replied, “I have told you, we cannot bring weapons with us on the flight. They must be transported separately to ensure our safety. Your weapons will arrive in about an hour on another flight.”“I cannot feel safe without my weapon,” the assassin muttered, his hands fidgeting nervously as the car starting to move.“We will provide you with a weapon of your choice upon arrival at our base,” Maxim reassured him.The city, bathed in the harsh light of noon,

I am a gentleman through and through, and I never strike a woman. Yet, there she was, slapping Jacqueline, setting my mind ablaze with thoughts. Naturally, reporting her crossed my mind, but she could easily wriggle out with excuses, prolonging karma's sweet return. Time was of the essence; I had merely 10 seconds to decide.If I retaliated within those 10 seconds, I could justify it as 'legal self-defense' or an 'involuntary reflex' because my dear Jacqueline was in peril. The law permits such actions in defense of another.However, waiting longer than those critical seconds would transform the act from self-defense to assault, subjecting me to legal repercussions.So it was about delivering karma to that woman now or later. I loved both choices, so I delivered the karma as fast as I could. She was not a woman; she was a bitch and a witch. Whatever.I hated it when people slapped my dear Jacqueline because of clothes, especially when initially, she didn't want to pick up the clothes

"Jacqueline," I called out, beckoning her to the living room where she had been staying at my place for two weeks. "I promised you a share of the profit if you agreed to confront your stepmother in the media, right?" "Yes," Jacqueline responded, her voice tinged with polite uncertainty. "But it's okay if I don’t receive any money." "No, this is a business matter." I pulled out a bank card issued by Eden Bank, placing it on the table between us. "Inside this card, there's half a million dollars. It’s yours." Jacqueline's dark eyes widened in shock as she looked at me. "Are you really giving me this much money?" she asked, disbelief etching her features. "I can't accept it." "The money is rightfully yours," I sighed, leaning back in my chair. The breeze from the open living room wafted in, carrying the scent of the outside world, as I watched her. Though petite and shy, her presence sparked an instinctual reaction in me, like a wolf eyeing a serene rabbit. Her vulnerability was palpa

The night before, I was in my study, organizing all possibilities and uncertainties. If in doubt, I called Natalia and the intelligence office for verification. There must be no mistake in high-level operation because the cost was human life. So, no error was acceptable.After ensuring everything was in order, time had slipped past midnight.I walked out of the study to my bedroom, a spacious area with a large glass door facing the pool, offering two entry points: one from the door inside the house and the other through the poolside glass door.For some reason, earlier in the evening, I caught Anastasia and Eugene exchanging secretive glances and murmurs about the night’s plans. Being a marshal, I was constantly on alert, aware that even my own soldiers might harbor intentions to end my life. My training had honed my skills in detecting unusual behaviors, alerting me to any potential threats.Their inability to maintain a poker face was evident; every thought and plan seemed transpare