Jennet sat in the back seat of her ordered ride, her mind wandering around the events that had plagued her life in recent times. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle sway of the vehicle couldn't calm the storm brewing in her thoughts. Brown's unjust imprisonment weighed heavily on her heart, and Bennet's inaction had become a source of frustration. She couldn't understand why he hadn't used his influence and resources to help Brown yet. What beat her mind the most was why Number One chose to remain silent, even after claiming it was all part of the plan. Jennet could only hate him the most at that moment, and wished she really had the power to harm him. As she delved deeper into her thoughts, the question echoed in her mind: what can I do by myself? What can I do to help my son? The passing scenery outside her window blurred together, poorly at distracting her from her worries. It broke her heart to think that she had no real influence outside Gabriel Darius’ name. She almost

Mark walked into the office building, the sound of hammers and drills filling the air as reconstruction efforts were in full swing. He made his way to the ground floor, where he spotted the engineer in charge, John, huddled over a blueprint with another man. Mark approached them, extending his hand in greeting. "Hey John, how's it going?" He said with a smile, his eyes scanning the blueprint as they shook hands. John looked up, his expression focused, and nodded in greeting before returning his attention to the plans. "Mr. Darius, good to see you." "Looks like you've got a solid plan in place," Mark said, his mind already racing with the possibilities. The three of them stood there for a moment, poring over the blueprint, discussing the finer points of the reconstruction project. “Mark, this is Tony Chan, the architect who designed the building before your father acquired the property,” the engineer said, gesturing to the man beside him. “Nice to meet you, Tony,” Mark said, exten

Mark pushed open the door to David's office, located in the Igloo commercial building, and stepped inside. Before he could even take a seat, David sprang into action. He darted up from his chair, threw on his jacket, and exclaimed, "You've arrived just in time!" Mark's confusion was evident on his face as he asked, "In time for what?" Mark's eyes narrowed slightly, trying to read between the lines. David's expression turned serious as he revealed, "You've been invited to a meeting with the board, Mark." Mark's confusion deepened. "What for?" He asked. "Besides, shouldn't they know that I've just lost my office to an explosion?" David's gaze darted around the room before settling back on Mark. "They've arranged to meet in the executive conference room of the Piccadilly Hotels." Mark sensed hesitation in David's voice and pressed on. "What else, David? There's more, isn't there?" David sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his words. "They've found out about the new

Mark and David were sitting in David's office, discussing various business matters. Mark asked, "How are the plans for a new office space for me coming along?" David shook his head. "None for now, Mark. We're still looking for the right location and negotiating prices." Mark thought for a while, his brow furrowed in contemplation. Then, a sly smile spread across his face. "I have an idea," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. David raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?" Mark leaned forward, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "I think you would like the surprise better.” Mark arrived at the building complex, a sleek and modern structure that hosted a subsidiary of Bennet's company. He was here to meet with Tyrese, a friend who was renting the space to Bennet. They had agreed to meet in person over the phone. As Mark approached Tyrese, they shook hands firmly. Tyrese's expression turned sympathetic. "Sorry to hear about your building, Mark. That was a tough br

Mark woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing. He reached over to his nightstand and saw Sergei's name flashing on the screen. He answered, his voice still husky from sleep. "What is it, Sergei?" Sergei's voice was firm and urgent. "Boss, we have a situation. News reporters are heading your way. They know about Elena coming back to your house." Mark sat up in bed, his mind racing. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. "How did they find out?" Sergei's response was grim. "I don't know, but we need to take precautions. I advise you to stay inside and not come out for the day." Mark snorted, his voice laced with amusement. "Don't be ridiculous, big guy. You know that's highly impossible. I have a business to run." Sergei's silence on the other end of the line was palpable. Mark could almost hear him thinking. Finally, Mark spoke up, his tone thoughtful. "I'll have to think smart.” The line went dead, and Mark tossed his phone aside. He swung his legs over the side of