The phone’s loud, relentless ringing pierced through the thick, heavy air of the living room, accompanied by an irritating vibration that seemed to rattle every surface in the room. The noise was relentless and jarring, making it hard to focus on anything else.Camilla, visibly distressed and anxious, was unable to stay still. She paced around the room nervously, her hands resting on her hips as if trying to hold herself together. Her eyes darted around the room, and her lips were clamped between her teeth, betraying her deep worry and unease.Gideon, on the other hand, was seated on a couch positioned directly in front of the phone. His posture was tense, with his fists tightly clenched in his lap, showing his frustration and desperation. The phone’s incessant ringing seemed to gnaw at him, and he wished more than anything for the noise to cease so he could think clearly.“Why don’t you just pick it up? You need to find out what he’s trying to tell you!” Camilla implored, her voice f

"How could he treat me as if I don’t matter at all? Who does he think he is? Why won’t he answer my calls?” Mr. Andrew fumed with rage, pacing back and forth in his living room, his emotions a mix of anger and confusion.He had been trying to reach Gideon to let him know that their agreement was no longer valid and to ask for his help in another matter. But Gideon continued to ignore his calls, which only made Mr. Andrew feel a deep sense of regret and irritation that gnawed at him, making him even more agitated.“Damn it! That son of a bitch! I’m going to get you, Gideon! I swear I’ll find you, and I’ll make sure I handle you myself!” Mr. Andrew shouted, his frustration evident as he ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair.As he continued to pace around the room, his mind racing with thoughts about what he should do next, the door to the living room suddenly burst open. The unexpected noise jolted him out of his intense thoughts and drew his immediate attention.“Sir, I’m her

Sitting alone in his small, dimly lit cell, Andrew’s mind kept circling back to Gideon’s visit. He could still hear Gideon's voice clearly, even though he had left hours ago. Gideon had spoken with such intensity, and Andrew couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled over him since then. As Andrew stared at the cold, hard floor of his cell, he felt a growing sense of dread about what might come next. He could almost hear the echo of Gideon’s words, making his anxiety worse. "I shouldn't have done this," Andrew muttered under his breath, feeling a deep regret. His head hung low, and he stared at his lap, where his hands were clasped tightly together. "I shouldn't have let him take full advantage of the situation. It was a mistake.” “If only I had said no back then,” Andrew lamented, his voice filled with sorrow as he shifted uncomfortably on the narrow bed in his cell. He leaned against the cold, concrete wall behind him, trying to find some solace in the familia

Two weeks later...With Ethan's hands folded behind him, he couldn't help but stand close to the window, his eyes scanning the environment as a lot of thoughts raced through his mind.If there was one thing he wasn't expecting, it was the fact that he'd be living this peacefully for so long now. A smile crept across his lips as he enjoyed the view before him."Things are quiet, and that's heavenly," he mumbled to himself as he continued staring out of his office.Just as he was lost in his peaceful thoughts, a sudden call from behind him caught his attention, making him turn around to see who was calling him in such a way."Ethan? Mr. Ethan!"James stormed into his office, his breaths coming out in short gasps as he panted, trying to catch his breath. Ethan's brows creased as he stared at James in both confusion and anticipation.He wasn't sure why James was in such a state, but one thing was certain: something either good or bad had happened. At this thought, Ethan rushed towards Jam

Reaching the vehicle, he yanked open the back door and tossed Ethan inside, his movements quick and decisive. Ethan landed in a heap on the seat, still too stunned and drunk to fully process what had happened. James slammed the door shut, his chest heaving with the effort it had taken to get him out of the club. He paused for a moment, rubbing his sore cheek, before heading to the driver’s seat, determined to get Ethan home before he could cause any more trouble.Ethan, still dazed from the alcohol, fumbled clumsily with the door handle, trying to find a way out of the car. His coordination was shot, and his mind foggy; he couldn’t figure out how to open the door, let alone escape. Every attempt he made ended in frustration as he slumped back against the seat, too drunk to understand how trapped he really was.Meanwhile, James settled into the driver’s seat, his patience worn thin by the night’s fight. He turned the key in the ignition, the car roaring to life. Glancing back at