Tears welled up in the eyes of the Hendersons, and they resumed their desperate pleas for mercy. However, Adonis had reached a point where their entreaties fell on deaf ears. He received a call from the commissioner, diverting his attention from the distraught family and he listened attentively as the commissioner relayed important information. One of the task force agents had reported a potential sighting of one of Oliver's henchmen.Adonis's curiosity piqued, and he immediately inquired about how the agents had identified the henchman. The commissioner's voice held a note of urgency as he replied, "I'll need to gather more information and get back to you later, Prince Adonis. We just wanted to keep you updated, that’s all."With that, Adonis hung up the call.He knew now that his mission at the Hendersons' residence was complete so he bid them a curt farewell and rose to his feet, ready to depart. They clung to his legs, their voices filled with desperation, pleading for him to stay
The task force agents gathered in a dimly lit room, their whispers and hushed conversations creating a low buzz of anticipation. They exchanged glances filled with curiosity, wondering why Prince Adonis had summoned them.When Adonis entered the hall, his expression stern and unfriendly, a hushed silence fell over the room, and all eyes turned toward him. He scrutinized them for a few moments before finally breaking the silence. His voice carried an undercurrent of disappointment. "I know asking will like not do a thing but I will do it nonetheless, now do any of you know who betrayed us? Who led us into that treacherous trap?" His gaze moved from face to face.A collective "no" resonated through the room, the agents' voices filled with uncertainty. Adonis's disappointment was obvious. "The task force was created to battle crime, not to be deceived by it," Adonis voiced his frustration. "I expected better from all of you."With determination, he unveiled his decision, his words hangi
Oliver's voice oozed with a sinister delight. "Oh, nothing too complicated.Adonis could feel his patience wearing thin as Oliver continued to play his twisted games. He demanded, "Enough with the riddles, Oliver. What do you want?"Oliver's voice danced with amusement. "Ah, Adonis, always so direct. I've already told you what I want. We're going to play a little game."Adonis sighed in exasperation. "Fine, what game?"Oliver's tone turned chillingly serious. "A game of last man standing, my brother."Adonis furrowed his brow, struggling to grasp the gravity of Oliver's words. "Last man standing? What on earth are you even talking about?"Oliver's voice dripped with menace as he explained, "You have two days, Adonis. Two days to make a decision. You can either relinquish your position as the heir to the throne, or I will unleash chaos upon your city."Adonis felt a cold shiver run down his spine as the true nature of Oliver's game became clear. "You're talking about a blast, aren't yo
As Adonis stood there, his heart racing from the anticipation of confronting his stalker, his phone suddenly shattered the tense silence with its insistent ringing. Startled, he fumbled for his phone, his eyes scanning the screen for the caller ID. Once again, it displayed "unknown number." By the time he raised his head to check his stalker, there was no one there anymore. With an annoyed sigh, Adonis answered the call, his frustration mounting. He didn't bother with a greeting; he was too agitated to exchange pleasantries. It was Oliver on the other end once more. Adonis clenched his jaw, his patience wearing thin. He didn't utter a word, his anger simmering beneath the surface. Oliver's sinister chuckle reverberated through the phone, and Adonis could feel a sense of unease creeping in. Oliver's question, "Why?" hung in the air, leaving Adonis momentarily speechless. "What do you mean, why?" Adonis finally managed to respond, his confusion evident in his voice. Oliver's tone
Adonis woke with a heavy burden on his mind, the presence of spies within his palace kept gnawing at the back of his mind. He knew he had to take action, even if it meant scrutinizing every worker and guard in his employ. The thought of having servants he couldn't trust was intolerable and it gave him sleepless night.He immediately got on his feet and called for the lists of all the workers and guards currently employed in the palace, along with their years of service. A stack of papers, thick with information, landed on the desk in his office. He delved into the sea of names and years, studying the figures meticulously.Each entry held potential clues, and he was determined to unearth any irregularities or patterns that might reveal the identity of Oliver's spy or spies. It was a painstaking task, but one he was willing to undertake in his quest to root out the source of the palace's betrayal.He meticulously took note of each worker's name and the duration of their service in the p
Adonis had just settled back into his office when, as expected, his phone rang with yet another unknown number flashing on the screen. With a resigned groan, he answered the call, knowing that it was Oliver on the line. "Adonis," Oliver greeted in a tone that held a strange mixture of amusement and menace."Why are you trying to act smart?"Adonis, though rattled by Oliver's continued intrusion into his affairs, tried to feign ignorance. "I don't know what you're talking about."Oliver wasted no time in cutting to the chase. "Why did you send your documents to the commissioner?"Adonis felt a chill run down his spine. How did Oliver keep finding out about his every move? How on earth was this man getting to know everything that he was doing? In a short time at that.He clenched his jaw and responded with a hint of defiance, "I'm not playing any games with you, Oliver."Oliver's voice remained eerily composed as he delivered a warning. "Don't play smart, Adonis. You'll regret it."Adoni
Adonis exited the hall where he had just finished a meeting with the task force agents. He had laid out their assignments and deployment plans for tomorrow, the dreaded day one of Oliver's bombing spree. With the weight of impending chaos on his shoulders, Adonis tried to find solace in the embrace of his bed, but sleep escaped him like a wily shadow in the night. He turned to his woman, "Valerie," he began, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "I can't shake this feeling of dread that something bad is about to happen and it's not Oliver I'm afraid of, but all of these responsibilities that come with becoming king. Look at it, I haven't even ascended to the throne yet, and the troubles are already piling up."Valerie, her eyes filled with understanding and warmth, reached out and touched his hand reassuringly. "Adonis," she said softly, "I understand your apprehension and fear, trust me, I do. But you were born for this role, and you've shown time and again that you have the wisdom and
Adonis arrived home, his mind still grappling with the enigma of how Oliver had managed to thwart their security measures and strike at the heart of their city. He pondered the breach in their defenses, a puzzle that seemed to have no solution.Jesse entered his office, breaking his reverie. "The elders have summoned you," Jesse informed him, a note of concern in his voice.Adonis furrowed his brows, a sense of trepidation creeping over him. "Summoned me? Why?"Jesse replied cautiously, "I think it's about the ongoing situation, Your Highness. They might want to discuss the escalating issue with Oliver."With a sigh, Adonis rose from his chair and made his way to the meeting with the elders. Reluctance and uncertainty gnawed at him, unsure of what the future held and how to confront the ever-elusive menace that was Oliver.As he entered the hall and saw the elders seated in somber contemplation, he braced himself for the discussions that lay ahead, knowing that everything was technica