TIME: 8PMBeautifully illuminants filled the hall, and chairs and tables were properly arranged in a banquet style with over thousands of people occupying each spot with their friends and families. The whole place was flooded with securities. Outside the hall had over a thousand of expensive cars and vans, most of which were governmental convoys from different parts of the world. Thousands of scientists, politicians, CEOs, and influential figures around the world were present for the party; it was a gathering of the elites. Inside the hall, the sitting positions were arranged professionally; the scientists had their part, so did the governments, CEOs, etc. Beautiful ushers stood at each entrance of the hall as they guided the guests through the red rug over to their seats. At another part of the hall were over a hundred caterers, dressed professionally, in white and black cloth, with an apron over their necks. They all stood in front of a variety of local and intercontinenta
Edward's expression suddenly lightened up the moment he saw Maria in front of him, but he was still engulfed in surprise at her request."Did you just say I should dance with you?" he asked, fidgeting."Yes, or do you have a girl? Because I can't find anyone around you." Maria turned around, searching to see if there was a girl nearby, but Edward shook his head."No, no, no, there's no one. I was just sur—ermmm—weren't you dancing with a guy—" Edward stuttered, his eyes still locked with Maria's green orbs.Having stretched out her hand for a while, Maria said, "C'mon Edward, my hand is already hurting.""Oh, I'm sorry," he quickly took her hand. Maria gulped down her remaining drink and placed the glass on the table as she looked up at him with a smile. Her facial expression and tone showed she had already had a lot to drink and was intoxicated."Your hands are supposed to be on my waist. That's how it works," she said, placing both hands on his shoulders and directly looking into hi
In a dark room, Edward sat on a chair, a cup of alcohol in his hand, which he sipped as he swirled himself around. It was 1 a.m., and his celebration party had already come to an end. All the guests had returned home safely. Now that he had achieved everything he ever wanted, it was time to start the games—or rather, the revenge he had planned.The door opened, and a tall man dressed smartly in a black suit, with dark shades covering his eyes, confidently walked into the room. His name was Gerald, a highly trained, retired personnel in the social services. Gerald had worked for top politicians and the government as a personal aide before, and Edward had employed him a few days ago to become his personal aide."You sent for me, sir," Gerald said."Have you checked all parts of the estate to ensure no spy is hiding anywhere?" Edward asked."Yes, sir. I ordered the security team to do that, and I also went to the control room to check. The cameras didn't detect any spies, and neither did
With the severity of the case, Mr. Thompson had to book the next available flight and flew back to the country the next day. When he arrived, he met with the DEA, who asked him several questions, as well as checked all his paperwork before proceeding to run an evaluation on his products to see if the allegations were true. During the evaluation period, his company was locked down. There was no production, no buying, and selling. All workers were sent home. The DEA thoroughly checked his labs, chemicals, and drugs, and after three days, the results came out, exonerating him. He was clean, not found wanting. This made all of Edward's statements to the press false. Afterward, Mr. Thompson's company was reopened and allowed to resume production. The DEA released their verdict to the public, along with test results proving Mr. Thompson's innocence. But to their surprise, many people refused to accept it. Instead, they accused the DEA of fraud, claiming that Mr. Thompson must have bribed t
Edward was pacing back and forth on his balcony, troubled by an unsettled mind as he awaited the return of his men from their mission. The moment he saw Gerald's car drive into the yard, he felt a bit relieved. Gerald quietly came upstairs to meet him."Did you do a clean job?" Edward asked Gerald, his tone curious."Yes, I did. There's no trace. I hid the chemicals in the lab just as you instructed," Gerald replied."Did anyone see you?" Edward questioned further."Nope, except for the scientists in the lab, but don't worry, we injected them to sleep," Gerald responded nonchalantly.Edward's eyes widened in shock. "You did what? You injected them to sleep and expect me not to worry? What if they wake up?" Edward locked eyes with Gerald, who remained unbothered."Boss, you don't need to worry. The substance I injected them with contained GHB (Gamma-Hydroxybutyric Acid), a chemical that clears memory. They won't remember a thing when they wake up," Gerald reassured Edward with a smile.
A week after Mr. Thompson’s arrest, Edward was once again plotting the second phase of his revenge. With a glass of wine in his hand, he sat in his office in the middle of the night and invited Gerald, who smirked when he spotted an expensive bottle on the table."Greetings, boss," Gerald said as he entered the room.Edward looked up at him proudly, a smile on his face, and replied, "Gerald, you’ve done well. Have a seat and join me in a celebration." He gestured towards the chair.Gerald gently sat down and poured himself a glass of wine from the bottle on the table."I told you my strategy would work," Gerald said proudly, taking a sip from his glass."Exactly! Even though I wasn’t comfortable with framing him, Mr. Thompson got what he deserved." Edward gulped down the remaining drink in his cup before continuing. "Now, it’s time for the second revenge. This one is more important to me than the first."He opened a drawer and took out a file labeled "RICHARD DAVIDSON'S FILE" in capit
At noon the following day, Gerald's flight landed at the airport in Ashville. The moment he descended the stairs of the plane, he saw a group of men standing next to a black Lamborghini. They approached him to collect his luggage."Welcome back, boss," they greeted him. Gerald exchanged pleasantries and was escorted into the car before they drove off.Minutes later, they arrived at the Lloyds mansion. Gerald left his luggage with the men to drop off in his apartment while he marched to Edward's office with a file in hand. This time, he didn’t just find Edward alone but also two others, a man and a woman, seated in front of Edward, engaged in conversation."Oh, he's here!" Edward exclaimed as soon as Gerald stepped into the room."Greetings, boss," Gerald said as he walked over to the table and handed the file to Edward."Gerald, allow me to introduce you to my journalist, Miss Kate, and my lawyer, Mr. Abram. We’re all going to be working together," Edward said, taking the file from hi
Twenty-five minutes after Richard had left the house, Sandra Hudson was pacing to and fro in the sitting room, struggling to think clearly. The revenge Edward had exacted on them still came as a shock to her. She must have been very stupid to have underestimated him.As she wallowed in thoughts and regrets, a knock on the door abruptly snapped her back to reality."Who the hell is at the door?" she muttered, running toward it. She froze in place when she saw three policemen standing there."Good day, ma'am. I'm detective Hades. We're here for Mr. Richard." The first police officer replied, showing her his card."And why are you looking for him? What's the problem?" she asked, feigning ignorance."We've been asked to arrest him, ma'am, and I believe you’ve heard the news.""Well, he’s not around," she said, and the officers exchanged glances, looking incredulous."Oh, you don’t believe me? Come in and see for yourselves, then," she stepped aside, and the officers entered. They spread o