***One of Alan’s greatest enemies, Jamal Griffith who owned a big crime organization had assembled his three top men - Dwight, Uqaman, and Zonam to be in charge of destroying one of Alan’s biggest warehouses.Griffith was unrelenting in ensuring that Alan suffered because of the pain that the ancestral sword that his family lineage owned was bought by Alan’s father, Dexter Greyson.Griffith knew that attacking Alan meant attacking his father. Also, getting Alan to subjection was going to be a bigger show of power because Alan Greyson was the new head of the Greyson Consortium.But Griffith had vowed to tear Alan up piece by piece until there was nothing left of him anymore. Destroying Alan’s warehouse located at the Rookies Hills was going to mean that Alan would lose millions of dollars in so much quantity.In Griffith’s mind, if he could lose his lineage sword to the Greysons for 850 million dollars which was the cost for which the sword was auctioned, then he was prepared to make
Laimer and Robert turned their gazes to Droppel in anticipation of listening to the name that he was going to mention, their breaths held with an urgent inhale of concentration.“England of course!” Droppel revealed. “They have the best players in the world in every department of the field. You just can’t beat them - how do you even intend to do it? How are you going to go through their defense.”“Their defense?! The same defense that Harry Maguire happens to be the best in? Haha, you must be joking,” Robert opposed, his body language a defiant stance as he cackled at the argument that Droppel brought out.Droppel’s words were a combative counterargument, his expression a determined scowl. “And yet that same England would beat every other top team in the tournament. The only country that may give them a touch time is France and we all know why they would have a tough time with France.”“It’s quite obvious that Mbappe would score two goals already against them but there is no way Engla
Laimer evaded his gaze in silence as he just chuckled. He didn’t know how to respond to Droppel who just wanted to tease him.“No, why don’t you tell us? But you need to know that she is married already. Look at the ring on her finger,” Robert spoke, his words a playful taunt and a gentle jab that poked fun with a twinkle of his eyes. “You are married too with little kids so I don’t know how that is going to work out.”“Come on man, you two should just fvck off,” Laimer responded, his hands flared in the air as he accepted the banter in good faith.Suddenly, there was a voice booming across the whole restaurant. It was the voice of a man announcing as if it was a clarion call as his voice echoed throughout the room with a bold declaration.His voice was a thunderous roar and his eyes sparkled with a passionate intensity. “Chess competition in progress. Who wants to play?! The winner takes home 20 thousand dollars. Who wants to play?! Who wants to dare my brother here and beat him in a
Laimer turned his gaze toward the announcer and realized that a couple of people had already raised their hands in readiness to accept the challenge.Was the opportunity really going to pass him by?He returned his gaze to his friends and saw that they were signaling him not to give in to the urge but he just couldn’t help himself.“If you do it, I will report you to the supervisor Laimer,” Robert warned. “I am not going to cover up for you this time. I will tell him what exactly you went to do and you will have to explain yourself.”“Come on, Robert. You have to understand that I can’t just let go of this opportunity. You know how chess is an important part of me.”Robert and Droppel had a resigned expression on their faces as their eyes sunk in the deadly weight of acceptance. After all, they knew that it would only amount to a waste of time if anyone tried to convince Laimer against playing chess.Laimer’s hands were a towering beacon as he reached a signal that sought to capture t
They shook hands with each other and exchanged mischievous smiles that suggested that they were both confident in their abilities.After accessing Zonam like a monitor, Laimer rubbed his fingers and had some confidence that he was going to dismantle Zonam with ease.Their expressions were a silent contemplation as they moved their hands in a strategic dance across the chessboard. The chessboard was a classic and well-designed square, arranged in an 8x8 grid and comfortable enough for use.Laimer’s face was contorted with a demeanor of poised focus and a deadly stillness that conveyed the gravity of their strategic deliberations. ‘Perhaps this guy might not be such a beginner after all,’ Laimer thought. ‘He seems to be smart enough with his moves.’The few moves that were being made were enough to convince Laimer that he was not playing with a learner. In any case, he was very confident in his abilities. There was no way that he was going to be beaten in a game of chess. Never! He had
He had fallen into the hands of some people he should never have gotten involved with. There was no way that they would be snapping fingers together like that without them having an ulterior motive. His hands were shaking as his senses were alert with fear and an expectation of danger.The air was a tense stillness and there was a suffocating silence that spoke volumes and made Laimer’s expression a terrorized dread. Before Laimer could turn his gaze, he discovered that a gun was pointed just towards his belly. He was shell-shocked with terror as he felt the black metal just above his abdomen.He noticed that the gun was pointed straight to his abdomen area by the same man who announced that there was a chess competition.Dwight pointed the gun to Laimer in a way that was going to scare the hell out of him but he made sure that his posture wasn’t completely focused on the attack he was trying to do. His hands were a stealthy gesture and a discreet movement as he pointed the gun with
Laimer’s gaze darted back and forth in fear as he asked the questions. Susan was pretty much the most important person in his life. Laimer may have been careless about his wife Susanna because even though he loved her at the time he married her, he realized that he loved her only because of her beauty.Susanna developed a terrible sickness a few years after giving birth to Susan and even though Susanna recovered from the sickness, she became pale compared to the way she was previously. Her face had black spots on them and Laimer felt that she was no longer the lady that she married who had all the endowments that his youthful desires craved for.Laimer began to act irresponsibly and he started cheating and sleeping with other women, coming home late at night, and giving Susanna all sorts of lame excuses.But despite all of his even all of his shortcomings with Susanna, he never let his love for his daughter grow cold even by half a degree.He always cherished her, bought gifts for he
“Well, of course, we know you don’t want anything to happen to your daughter, haha,” Uqaman spoke. “I have a 14-year-old son myself and I would tear anyone apart who even comes close to shaving a strand of hair off his head.”“We will get to that. We will tell you everything we want. You just have to be patient while we take you through some steps. Don’t be in a rush.” Zonam added, his face contorted with a mischievous smile.Dwight then brought out another photograph and handed it over to Laimer discreetly. Laimer was thrown into a panic of terror as the air pierced with the echo of destruction. What other photographs did they have? What else did they want to show him?Laimer’s mind was running wild with thoughts as he unfolded the envelope to find out what was inside of it.This time it wasn’t just one photograph but different photographs. His face was a probing glance as he accessed the photographs one by one and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing again.They were all pictures