Caspian watched as his daughter, Sonya, and Duchess Dillion sat at the dining table, the air tense with unspoken tension between the two. It was the first time that they would gather and eat but still, he knew that there were unsettled issues among them all, mostly the one between himself and the Duchess. Sonya, with her inquisitive nature, was firing questions at Duchess Dillion about the strange dishes laid out before them. The Duchess, in turn, was answering her with a polite smile, trying to navigate the tricky waters of their new relationship. Caspian noticed the unwillingness to answer in the Duchess and she finally confirmed it as she tried to change the topic. "Why don't you call me Mommy, Sonya?" Duchess Dillion asked gently, her eyes meeting the young girl's. Sonya paused, her fork suspended in mid-air. She looked up at the Duchess, her eyes searching for something, perhaps a hint of warmth or familiarity. "I...I don't know," she finally mumbled, looking down at her p

Sanchez walked into the lavish office of Andreas, the head of the DiMarco Empire. He could feel the tension in the air as he approached the desk where Andreas was seated. Andreas looked up at Sanchez with a cold expression on his face. "You're back so soon, Sanchez. I hope you have good news for me." Sanchez took a deep breath before speaking. "I'm sorry, Supo. But I an issue to announce.""What is that?" Andreas asked.'The deal was hijacked by men in masks. I tried to fight them off, but they were too many. I don't know where they came from or who they were working for." Andreas's eyes widened in shock. "Hijacked? How could this happen?" he demanded."I don't know, Supo. It was unexpected and I wasn't prepared. I am sorry," Sanchez pleaded."No," Andreas said and stood from where he sat. "This is wrong. This has never happened and it is strange.""My thoughts exactly, Supo...""Shush!" Andreas commanded. "Your thoughts? Do you know how much the deal is worth? Do you know what th

Rique was busy with his laptop in the computer room where he was the head of the sector, the glow of the screen illuminating his determined expression. He had been tirelessly tracking down the location of a briefcase that held valuable information, and finally, his efforts were paying off. As he stumbled upon the address he had been searching for, he couldn't contain his excitement. Conducting the search again to be certain, he realized that the same location appeared on his screen once more. Without wasting a second, he rushed over to Andreas, his trusted colleague, who was intently studying some files at his desk. "Supo, I think I have found the location of the briefcase," Rique exclaimed, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. Andreas looked up, intrigued by Rique's sudden excitement. As Rique showed him the address displayed on his laptop, Andreas's eyes widened in realization. The location indicated on Rique's map was Wallows Square, a place that held significance in the

Ali Ya'az stood on the deck of his island, observing the approaching ship. The tower made the call through a loudspeaker to inquire about the men on board, and three figures emerged from the vessel. They were Don Razor, Don Alpha, and Don Albert. Ali instructed his men to lower their arms as he watched the ship draw closer. As Ali waited for the ship to reach the port, his daughter Yandil approached him, concern etched on her face. "Father, I still haven't found anything on Caspian DiMarco and Duchess Dillion," she said, frustration evident in her voice. Ali placed a reassuring hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Yandil, my dear, I know you have been trying your best. The DiMarco Empire is a powerful and secretive entity, but I trust in your abilities. Keep digging, and you will unearth something valuable." Yandil nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "I won't give up, father. I will find a way to uncover the truth about the DiMarco Empire." Ali smiled at his daughter, pri

The group of 12 men, Men of the Refuge, disguised as beggars made their way through downtown Burry, blending in seamlessly with the other pedestrians on the busy streets. They had been given strict orders by their leader, Stefan, to find Jerome's sister and kidnap her. As they walked, they kept their eyes peeled for their target, all the while keeping a low profile to avoid drawing any attention to themselves. Amongst the chaos of the city, it was Mr. Luke who spotted her first. He waited patiently, biding his time as he listened in on Jasmine's phone conversation with her friend. Her voice carried through the bustling street, giving Luke the perfect opportunity to strike. As she turned a corner, Luke pounced on her, catching her off guard as they both struggled in the midst of the crowd. Jasmine's phone fell to the ground, the sound of the conversation fading into the background as the two grappled with each other. From the other side, Jasmine's friend called repeatedly. While