Strangely, after the kidnapping incident, everything became peaceful for Marcus Xu. He returned to work, settled his brother back in the hospital, and resumed his double life as the son-in-law of the William Group. Well, it was literally peaceful only for him. Since the election campaign period was around, everything was pretty tense for those who were greedy and seeking power. "Why did you ask me to come here?" Reyster asked as he casually entered a dimly lit office where he and some spies to the club usually met. "Do you really not know?" Gerald asked, standing by the window and looking at the night view. "Is it because my family suddenly sided with the Gracestone Group?" he asked cautiously, looking at his co-members with a confused expression because they seemed angry at him. "Are you just acting, or do you really not know?" Gerald snorted. He slowly turned, revealing that he was holding a gun in his left hand. "I... I really don't know. Did I do something wrong?" Reyster res

Reyster Sebastian aimed his gun directly at Marcus Xu, the cold steel barrel glinting under the dim warehouse lights. "You're out of luck, Marcus Xu," Reyster sneered, taking a step closer."Oh f*ck!" Marcus cursed under his breath.Adrenaline surged through his veins as he calculated his chances. He had to escape. Now."Psycho!" he yelled, unable to believe Reyster was lunatic enough to kill him out of sheer boredom."Where are you going, little mouse?" Reyster laughed, enjoying Marcus's fear."F*ck you!" Marcus yelled back, making a sudden dash toward the nearest exit. His heart pounded as gunshots rang out behind him."You can't leave here alive," Reyster's men, who had been lurking in the shadows, sprang into action, chasing Marcus with deadly intent."F*ckers!" Marcus sprinted through the maze of the warehouse, knocking over crates and barrels in a desperate bid to slow his pursuers.He burst through the back door, the cool night air hitting his face as he kept running, ignoring

The next day, Marcus woke up groggily, his head pounding. He reached up to touch his face and felt the tightness of the bandages wrapped around it.“Why does my face hurt? Did the fall hurt my face?” he jolted up. “Not my face! This is my–ugh!” He bent down in pain. “Ugh, fuck it. At least I'm alive.”The pain in his shoulder reminded him of the gunshot wound, and he groaned as he slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.“Where am I, though?”Gingerly, Marcus stood and limped through the house, looking for his saviors. “Hello?" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty rooms.“Hello? Anybody home?”No response came. The house was eerily silent, devoid of any signs of life. “The heck? Where are the people?”Confused and a bit worried, he returned to the bedroom where he had woken up. There, on the bedside table, was a letter. Marcus picked it up and unfolded it, his eyes scanning the handwritten words.---Dear Sir,I'm sorry. Please be me. We left our thirty

At today’s dinner at Aurora, the William family gathered, each member catching up with one another in their own unique way.Everyone was present, including Margarette, who had returned home from the hospital to dine with them again."You’re pretty lucky to have such a caring husband, Marga," Gerald commented sarcastically, his brows twitching as he watched their parents dot on her because of her amnesia."Oh yes, I am really blessed," Margarette responded cheerfully, her eyes shining with pride as she looked at the masked man beside her, who was helping her eat due to her weakened muscles from the coma."You sound stupid, Marga," Michael said, unable to get used to Margarette's teenage-like behavior."Michael," Gudofredo called out sternly, glaring at him to stop the rude comments."Sorry. I had a long day at the company," Michael said, adjusting his tie before continuing. "Anyway, Greg, you weren't at my conference yesterday. Are you looking down on me now?""He didn’t attend yesterd

At Carlo Roki's residence, the aroma of a homemade dinner filled the air as they sat around the dining table. Carlo, his son Gabriel, an aspiring mayoral candidate, and his wife, Anna, shared a somber meal.Gabriel’s candidacy had been their main focus for months, but tonight, the conversation carried a heavier weight."How's the campaign holding up?" Carlo asked, his voice tinged with concern as he served himself some roasted chicken.Gabriel sighed, pushing his food around his plate. "Not great, Dad. With Marcus Xu’s sudden death, we lost our major endorser. It’s a significant setback. He also promised to fund us, so I really don't know where to start again."Anna looked up, worry etched across her face. "Do you think Marcus Xu’s death is related to the William Group and their succession war?"Gabriel nodded. "It's possible. I doubt his death was simply because of an argument with a colleague. There are too many coincidences. People in power will do anything to keep their hold. It’s