"Do it now," she commanded, her eyes gleaming with an air of authority.Marcus nodded, his gaze still fixed on her, as she pulled out his phone and dialed a number. At the second ring, a voice answered, "Hello?""Free Don," Marcus said, his voice firm."What, boss?" the voice exclaimed, surprise evident in his tone."You heard me, obey now," Marcus said, his tone brooking no argument, and ended the call.He turned to Sandra, his eyes demanding answers. "Fine, I've done my part. Now tell me, who are you?" he asked, his frustration growing.Sandra drew a chair and sat on it, she leaned back in her chair, a sly smile spreading across her face. "How do you know about the anklet?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.Marcus's face twisted in frustration. "You don't ask questions with questions," he snapped, his patience wearing thin. "Just tell me who you are and what's going on!""Chill, Marcus," Sandra said, nonchalantly placing her legs on the table, the anklets jingling soft

Johnson decided to head to the riverside alone, realizing he had no other choice since Don wasn't returning. He couldn't risk using social media, as it would be the easiest way for his pursuers to track him down. With a sigh, he stood up and made his way towards the river area, knowing he had only one option: to use the forest as a means to run away.When Johnson arrived at the riverside, he found it deserted - no boatman, no one in sight. He let out a frustrated hiss, feeling like the universe was conspiring against him. He rubbed his hair, his eyes scanning the surroundings frantically. Just then, he spotted someone approaching from a distance. He quickly pulled up his hoodie to cover his face, his heart racing with anxiety.Katherine, the person approaching, had a sly smile on her face. "So, he thinks he can run away? Bad move," she muttered to herself. She swiftly sent a message to her men: "He's here. Send the police." With a confident stride, she walked towards Johnson, her ey

"Do you know what you're accusing him of?" Sandra demanded, her voice indignant. "How dare you!" But the officers nodded solemnly, their faces unyielding."Unlock the door," one of them ordered, but Sandra hesitated, her eyes fixed on Marcus. “Sandra unlock the door,” Marchs gestured."Wait, what? You...you can't let them do this!" she stammered, but Marcus's expression was calm and resigned."Sandra, let them do their work," he said gently, his eyes locked on hers. She stared at him in disbelief, her face crumpling in distress. "You said what? I can't let you go!" she cried out, her voice anguished.But Marcus just smiled sadly and repeated, "Let them do their job." He looked up at the officers and nodded. "Unlock the door." And with that, they dragged him out of the office, leaving Sandra in tears, her eyes streaming with despair.Sandra followed the police cars with some of her men, driving her own vehicle at a high speed to keep up. They eventually arrived at the police statio

Finally, the General let out a sigh of relief as he found the perfect spot to sneak Don into the hospital. He glanced back at Don, still unconscious, and a sly smile spread across his face - this was going to be easier than he thought. He undid his seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and walked to the back seat. That's when he noticed his phone blinking, indicating missed calls. He picked it up, groaning in frustration - "Shit, I silenced my phone." He saw ten missed calls from Katherine, and his mind raced with the dilemma: answer her call now or finish his mission first and call her back later? The General's eyes narrowed, weighing the options, his priority warring with the urgency of Katherine's repeated attempts to reach him.As he reached for his phone, it slipped from his hand, and he quickly picked it up, seeing a notification - a voicemail from Katherine. He played the message, and her urgent voice filled the air: "General, turn back now. There's a problem. We need Don." The

Sandra's father's expression turned from defiance to unease. John's smirk faltered, and the police officers' grips on him tightened. The press sensed a new development and eagerly raised their cameras, ready to capture the next moment of the unfolding drama."Yes, I have evidence," Marcus declared, his voice firm. "John didn't just kidnap Don, he also planned to kill him."The room erupted into a collective gasp, and John's eyes widened in shock. He wondered how Marcus knew about his plans. He quickly composed himself, his face reddening with rage. "How dare you accuse me wrongly? This is defamation of character!" he roared.Marcus chuckled, taking a step forward as the press closed in, their microphones extended. "Sir, how sure are you about this?" one of them asked."Is this your own way of saving yourself?" another journalist queried."Do you know what your accusations mean?" a third one pressed.Marcus smirked, his eyes locked on John. "Should I prove it here, or do you want me t