"What do you mean I am wasting my time?” Ms. Serfa queried, her eyes filled with dread. “I need you to get me out of here. Do you know that what you are doing is kidnap? You can't force me to go wherever with you?”Ms. Serfa knew that there was a lot of danger her way but she tried to play it down a little with her words. She thought that an assumption that Miriam perhaps didn't know what she was doing was going to make her change her mind.Miriam went silent again, her eyes cold and evil.“Just tell me where are we going? I am ready to play it cool with you if you can tell me what this is all about,” Ms. Serfa spoke with fear again.A smirk played at the corner of Miriam’s lips as she heard Ms. Serfa’s words before she zoomed the car toward a corner and parked it. They had finally reached a place where there was a building after passing through many bushes and forests. It was an abandoned warehouse, one of the places Paul had told her that he intended to set up a new branch of his

"Why don't you tell me? I mean, you work for the Kazi—-whatever you guys call yourself. You must know who killed my parents —-”“Haha, so this is about your daddy and mummy,” Ms. Serfa uttered mockingly.The way Ms. Serfa uttered the words ‘daddy’ and ‘mummy’ sent a shiver down Miriam’s spine as she could tell that she was trying to make fun of it.POW! POW! POW!With a burst of tension, Miriam pumped Ms. Serfa with ruthless brutality, her blows landing with a heartless force. Miriam’s face was contorted in a cold and heartless rage as she struck also with her baton.The hits kept coming thick and fast on Ms. Serfa’s face which now had blood drooling from it. Ms. Serfa crumpled at the force of the assault, her arms raised in a futile attempt to defend herself. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she struggled against the ropes tying her down.Grabbing her by her dress, she yelled. “Tell me, who the bastard is in your organization who killed my parents? Tell me!”Miriam spat her w

Hey, stop here. I can see footprints from there,” the hitman pointed to a path where there were footprints.“Oh, wow, I can see it, the useless woman was definitely here.”Miriam sprang up from her hiding place, her hands raised in a desperate gesture. “I am here,” she said frantically.“Get her! Bound her up,” the hitmen quickly went to her and bound her wobbling her through the swamp as they got back into the warehouse.They tied her to a pole with thick ropes while she struggled to no avail for freedom.“Oh, like I said, you are a victim,” Ms. Serfa said - she was at the warehouse waiting for her colleagues to come back with a bound Miriam. “There is no way you or Paul can win against us. If only you know the extent of damage we are still yet to do against you.”Miriam’s breathing was ragged with exhaustion as she could barely move due to the impact of the rope used to tie her up.***Paul had gotten to Bivas' group after the event he had that led to Mr. Timber bowing to him.Peopl

“You can say whatever you want to say but the fact remains the same and you have to pay Monarch Thompson 300 million dollars,” Jude affirmed.“To hell with you and the monarch! Why would a monarch even secure the release of prisoners? You were arrested for serious financial crimes and the Bournemouth family is known for such crimes. People like you should rot in jail and it is only a matter of time before Monarch Thompson starts regretting working with people like you.”Jude’s lips curled into a smirk. “You have a nice suit on you though,” he teased.“What exactly has my suit got to do with the issue we have at hand.”“Oh, perhaps it has got everything to do with it,” he uttered with a calculative smile. “You used to wear tattered clothes in those days, remember?”Paul bit his lips in fury before he folded his hands in a bit to contain his anger and remain patient.“First of all, the venue with which you held the event of your Grandpa Leonard’s birthday ceremony was owned by him. He o

Jude busted into the room immediately after eavesdropping a bit on the conversation between Rico, Marcus, and Paul.He bowed his head upon entering the room, his hands clasped in silent prayer as his mind raced with desperate thoughts.Paul’s face twisted into a mask of unforgiving fury as he saw Jude. It soon dawned on him that helping Sarah would mean that he would be helping the husband of his ex-wife. Jude seemed to have returned from prison with even more stubbornness, especially with his so-called alliance with Monarch Thompson. Why then would Jude deserve his kindness even though it seemed like the right thing to do? He couldn't possibly watch Sarah die in labor but seeing Jude reminded him why he needed to be stern or at least act like he was going to be cruel.“Oh, you are finally here,” Paul said, his face tinged with anger as his kindness seemed to be fading away. “Let's see how much of a man you are perhaps you might want to watch your wife labor in pain without any help.