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
Adonis sat in the vehicle, his heart racing as he initiated the crucial call to the commissioner. Keeping his voice composed, he greeted the commissioner and ventured forth with his fabricated plan. "I want to send my men to Celestrophia again," Adonis began, carefully measuring his words. "I have a feeling that Oliver might be there. We've tried before, but this time, I believe we might get results."The commissioner, with a hint of skepticism in his tone, responded, "Why now, Your Highness? We've had no luck in the past."Adonis pressed on, his voice laced with a feigned sense of determination. "It's a hunch, Commissioner. We can't afford to overlook any lead. Are you on board with this plan?"After a brief pause, the commissioner reluctantly agreed, "Very well, Your Highness. If you believe it's worth a try, we can proceed."The call ended, and Adonis's heart raced with anticipation as he waited for a message from Jesse. The plan was set in motion – he had given the commissioner a
The commissioner's smirk lingered as he watched the policemen enter his office and then he wasted no time in giving them a direct order to apprehend Adonis and Jesse. "Seize him!" he ordered, his tone laced with malice.However, as the policemen exchanged uneasy glances, a collective uncertainty settled over them. This was no ordinary situation; they were facing the prince of the city, the future king, and their hearts trembled at the thought of confronting him.One of the officers, looking hesitant, turned to the commissioner and asked, "Sir, what exactly has the prince done to warrant such action?"The commissioner's impatience grew, and he hammered on his command, this time with more authority. "I said seize him!"But the policemen remained rooted in their hesitation, their loyalty to the prince outweighing their allegiance to the commissioner.They all hesitated. Another officer spoke up, his voice shaking with uncertainty, "But sir, he's the prince. We can't just..."Infuriated b
Adonis hesitated for a moment, his curiosity piqued by the ringing phone. He picked it up, bringing it to his ear, and listened intently to the voice on the other end. Oliver's frantic ranting filled his ears. "I can't believe you, Commissioner! I told you that I need to know every of his moves, he tells you everything, why on earth are you so slow, I should not have to call you before you let me know anything about his movements!" Oliver's voice crackled with frustration.Adonis held the phone away from his ear for a moment as Oliver continued his tirade. Then, with a calm and collected demeanor, he interrupted, "Oliver, it's not the commissioner."There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a bewildered, "Who is this?"Adonis couldn't help but chuckle softly. "It's Adonis, Oliver. It seems the commissioner won't be able to assist you any longer.""Well, well, well," Oliver said with a sly chuckle, "it seems the commissioner had a bit of a slip, didn't he? You're quite the
Pleasantries were exchanged as they all settled around the table at the casino. Adonis observed the familiarity the elders shared with King Clark, who greeted him with a hint of amusement."Prince Adonis," King Clark said, a mischievous glint in his eye, "it's truly delightful to finally meet the lost but found prince in person."Adonis, though puzzled by the king's words, offered a polite nod. "Likewise, King Clark."However, as they indulged in the various games and distractions the casino had to offer, Adonis couldn't help but sense a subtle shift in the king's demeanor. What had started as a friendly encounter took an unexpected turn when King Clark began to act rudely.He fired questions at Adonis with a mocking tone, each one designed to taunt. "Do you know how to play the 'rich men' games, Adonis? After all, you've just become a prince. Do you know how to act rich, or have you been poor your entire life?"The others at the table remained silent, aware that King Clark was simply
The tracker had arrived, and Adonis wasted no time briefing him on the task at hand. They needed to locate Oliver through a phone call, and the tracker assured them that he could accomplish the job. He emphasized the necessity of a ninety-second call to pinpoint Oliver's location accurately. With their plan in motion, they turned their attention to the captured guard, their determination unshaken. They needed him to make the crucial call to Oliver, even though he had deleted all traces of their previous conversations. Initially, the guard remained silent, stubbornly refusing to cooperate. But as the pressure mounted, he finally relented and dialed Oliver's number. The call went through, and Adonis took the phone, speaking calmly but urgently. "Oliver," Adonis began, "we've captured one of your minions yet again." There was a pause on the other end, and then Oliver's voice, cold and calculating, responded. "Who told you those were my minions, Adonis? They were nothing more than tool