Don's eyes widened in shock as John smashed something over Sandra's head. "What the hell have you done?" he asked, stunned.John grinned. "This is the juicy offer, my friend."Don's confusion deepened. "How is she part of the deal?"John's smile grew wider. "Help me get her to the bed. We need to move fast; she'll wake up soon."Don hesitated, unsure, but John's urgency was infectious. "Fine," he muttered, nodding reluctantly.John's grin broadened, revealing a sinister intent.Sandra was placed on the bed, and John pulled out a rope, beginning to tie her up. Don's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.John's expression darkened. "Watch and see. You ask too many questions, Don."Don's frustration boiled over. "Well, for your information, I need to know what's going on! If anything happens, I will be affected too, you fucking know!" he yelled.John snorted, rolling his eyes. "Help me tie her legs," he said, tossing a rope at Don, who caug

Sandra let out a loud scream as Marcus dropped the jar, his eyes fixed on Don's lifeless body on the floor. Marcus groaned, regret etched on his face. "I didn't mean to hit him on the head," he muttered, standing up to untie Sandra. "We need to get out of here as fast as possible," he urged, his voice low and urgent.Sandra's voice cracked as she asked, "What about Don? What will happen to him?" Marcus reassured her, "He'll be fine," and she nodded, though her eyes betrayed her worry.Marcus quickly scanned the area to ensure they hadn't left any incriminating evidence behind. Satisfied, he took Sandra's hand, and they made their way to the receptionist's desk. They put on a calm facade, acting like nothing was amiss, and swiftly exited the building. Once outside, they broke into a run, desperate to put as much distance between themselves and the scene as possible."What if they check the CCTV cameras?" Sandra asked, her voice trembling."We'll claim self-defense," Marcus replied,

Marcus crashed to the ground, the impact sending shockwaves through his body. The killer sneered, delivering a brutal kick that sent Marcus's head spinning. As blood began to seep from his wounds, Marcus groaned, his vision blurring. He struggled to his knees, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at his attacker.The killer cackled, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "I had no intention of harming you," he taunted, "but since you're here, I might as well kill you too. And when I send your body to my Master, I'll receive a handsome reward." His smile twisted into a malevolent grin, revealing a sinister intent.The killer aimed a kick at Marcus, but Marcus grabbed his legs, holding them in place. The killer tried to pull away, but Marcus's grip was too strong. Marcus stood up, and the killer found himself on the ground. Marcus sneered, "You were saying?"The killer groaned, clutching his leg in agony. Marcus had never kicked him so hard before. Marcus kicked him again, this time in the

"Look!" Sandra exclaimed, her hands trembling as she passed Marcus her phone. The screen displayed a breaking news headline in bold letters: "#Don Jack is missing#". Marcus let out a low hiss, trying to hide his lack of concern. "Is this why you screamed?" he asked, rubbing his hands over his face.Sandra stood up, her eyes wide with fear. "Do you know what this means?" she asked, her voice trembling. Marcus feigned ignorance, "What?" he asked, his tone neutral.Sandra's voice was laced with desperation. "Marcus, we're in trouble! You were the last person seen at the hotel last night. They will suspect us!" "Sandra, you're overthinking everything. We need to stay calm. If you act like this, they'll suspect us," he said in a low, soothing tone, trying to reassure her.She nodded her head, her hands clenched over her chest, her eyes welling up with tears.Marcus's expression remained calm, but his mind raced with calculations. He needed to keep Sandra calm, before she caused trouble

John arrived at the killer's house, his heart racing with anticipation. He knocked on the door, but the silence was deafening. He tried the handle, but it was locked, and a sense of unease crept over him. Where had the killer gone? He pulled out his phone and tried to call, but the number rang out, unanswered. Nothing was making sense to him.The possibility that the killer had kidnapped Don to demand a ransom crossed his mind, but that wasn't part of the plan. John's mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Had the killer deviated from the script? Jack had exhausted all his connections, pleading with everyone he knew for assistance, but to no avail. Don's disappearance remained a mystery, and Jack's frustration was reaching a boiling point. His men entered the room, and he glared at them, his eyes blazing with desperation. "Any progress?" he demanded.The man hesitated, "Sir, we've hit a dead end. The hotel manager claims the CCTV footage is missing." Jack's grip on the man's collar