“Just stop the hitting,” he commanded his agents to stop hitting the elevator wall. “Brody is with Alan anyway - there is no point anymore. They probably are not inside the elevator cabin and we have been wasting our time all these while.”It soon clicked in Mr. Lawrence’s mind that Alan didn't give any information about Rose. Was he intentionally trying to protect Rose by doing that? Could it be that she was still in the elevator cabin?“And Rose? She is also there with you, isn't she?” Mr. Lawrence asked, his tone seeking a loophole in Alan’s answer.“Oh, come on. Rose is not here. If she were here, perhaps I would have also had her send you a picture or a video saying hi to you. I think we both know where Rose is though,” Alan smartly responded, shifting the pressure back on Mr. Lawrence. Alan could tell that Mr. Lawrence was trying to trick him with the question about Rose. His response would leave Mr. Lawrence doubting whether the lady who saw Brody really saw clearly, he though
One of Alan’s agents, Shlupp, who was with him in the vehicle noticed that Alan’s face was a desperate facade of desperation and pleading with an intensity of impatience.“Boss, what’s going on? You are going at a very high speed and you look upset.”Shlupp knew that rescuing Rose meant a lot to Alan. If not, he probably wouldn't have insisted that he drove himself when he didn't have to. But there was something about the level of desperation that he was exuding that seemed a little strange to Shlupp.Alan shrugged with a deadly wave of indifference, his expression dismissive with an air of apathy.He picked up his phone and this time he dialed Rose’s number. Perhaps the reason for the lack of response was because she was not online. The phone rang and as the seconds went by, it felt like Alan’s heart was breaking. The phone rang till its end and there was still no response at the other end of the phone.Even if Mr. Lawrence had already captured her, he would have picked up the phone
“Ms. Lee, right now I don't trust whatever you think you saw. Brody is currently with Alan and every minute we spend not being sure of our plan means that my son would be in danger. Do you understand how ridiculous that is? My son! I can't let that happen.” Mr. Lawrence uttered, with his throat tight with a simmering grip of outrage.Ms. Lee’s eyes were silent but with a courageous flame of daring. She knew that she was sure of what she saw and that Alan was playing tricks to divert Mr. Lawrence’s attention. “Sir, I understand that you are in a hurry to save Brody but—”“In a hurry? Are you kidding me? Do you think I am in a hurry to save my son? What kind of a useless statement is that? It's been over 10 minutes now that I got on the phone with Alan and he showed me the photos of Brody being unconscious. And yet you think I am in a hurry and that I am doing too much?”Mr. Lawrence’s words were dripping with a simmering lava of wrath. “I am telling you today that if I didn't consider
“A slave boy doesn't get to enter into Mr. Lawrence’s hotel suite with so much power, does he?” Alan responded, his aura matching up to the occasion. “I can tell that you are shitting in your pants so much right now, haha.”Mr. Lawrence’s face went pale with a deadly terror of intimidation but he wasn't just going to allow Alan to step over him. “You must care about Rose so much, don't you? Such a pity she left you when she saw the real you - not this mask of a wealthy man that you are trying to put on.”“And yet she is ready to risk her life get out of your grip, and even get stuck in an elevator cargo as long as it helps her escape from you,” Alan responded. “I am sure you have heard the report from the marriage registry. You don't deserve intelligent businesswomen like Rose. You are a piece of sh*t.”Alan disconnected the phone call quite abruptly as Mr. Lawrence was about to respond so that he could focus on what he came to do.He soon passed the gate and onto the reception office
“Alright, alright. You can have your way,” Mr. Lawrence raised his hand into the air, yielding to Alan’s demands.Ms. Lee retreated with a deadly air of resignation as she flared her nostrils disappointedly.Alan heaved a sigh of relief as Mr. Lawrence’s response got to his ears.“Very good!” Alan said, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I will have your pry bars and sledgehammers now.”Mr. Lawrence surrendered his pry bars and sledge hammers to Alan.Mr. Lawrence signaled that his people should pave the way for Alan to pass through.Alan’s agent, Shlupp picked up their sledgehammer, prybars, and saws, and together with Alan, they started hitting the elevator walls.This time, getting into the elevator cargo wasn't going to be as difficult as before because the barricade was already almost broken down by Mr. Lawrence.“Stay away from here,” Alan commanded Lawrence’s men when he noticed that they were stepping past the line and stretching their necks to see through the spaces that h
Her eyes were focused like an eagle observing her prey as she watched Shlupp and waited for a moment of lack of concentration. The moment she found something little, with a burst of tension, she stormed forward nudging Shlupp on his shoulder and sending him almost falling on the ground before stomping into the elevator cargo.It all happened in the flash of a second as Mr. Lawrence darted his gaze back and forth to understand what had just happened.Alan who was sweating profusely soon saw Ms. Lee bumping into the spot where he was. His eyes widened with a deadly stretch of shock as he tried to recognize the face that was hovering above him.Ms. Lee’s voice soared with a piercing cry of alarm and shriek of warning. “Brody is here! Everyone get in here! Brody is here!”The crowd outside buzzed with a silent hum of speculation and with a burst of tension, they all moved toward the broken elevator walls. POW! Shlupp received the first punch followed by the second, the third, and the fo
***Back at the spot where Alan was, it was a heap of humiliation for him.Alan’s body slumped in an agonizing slouch of helplessness as his lips were cracked and dry with an imprint of suffering. His eyes were glazed with a stare of dread as his eyeballs were all red with blood.He was tied to a chair and the ropes bit into his skin with a harsh dig of restraint and a tug of captivity. The chair creaked with a harsh groan of resistance as his limbs were bound.Shlupp also had his body tied to a chair as his skin was also an abstract pain and a brutal masterpiece of suffering. His eyes were hidden behind a brutal shadow of swelling. Mr. Lawrence’s lips curled in disdain and mockery as he raised Alan’s bruised face to meet his own. “How funny of you to think that you could come in here and leave without meeting your doom. How funny!”Alan turned his face away from Mr. Lawrence as he was talking, drops of blood spilling off his mouth. The humiliation and shame were too much for him to
Mr. Lawrence’s eyes bulged wide open in anticipation as his heart skipped a bit faster. “What is the news?”Alan also turned his gaze toward the doctor, his limbs twitching in a desperate jerk of a struggle as his skin glistened with sweat. He was curious to know what would have happened with Rose.Even though he was tied to a chair and badly beaten up, the only thing that gave him some hope was the fact that there was a chance for her to regain consciousness. Without the chance of Rose gaining consciousness, there would be nothing left to fight for.“We have performed CPR on Brody and he has now gained consciousness,” The Doctor said.“Very good, that is good news. Well done, all of you. You have all done very well,” Mr. Lawrence remarked. “I think you all deserve a raise. I will see to it that every one of you gets a raise.”Alan’s face was a desperate mask of anxiety and his bruised eyes were filled with an intensity of impatience. When exactly was he going to ask about Rose? What