“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
Mr. Lawrence stretched a hand towards the path of Brody’s gaze as if to block him from looking at Alan. He didn't want Brody to feel any sort of concern or affection for Alan.“But what has he done, Dad?” Brody asked, his eyes filled with the gentle sanctuary of compassion. “Nothing for you to worry about son, it's nothing,” Mr. Lawrence responded, trying to escort Brody away from the scene but Brody taped his feet to the ground still concerned about the horrible situation that he was witnessing.“But if it's nothing, why were you hitting him that way? If he didn't do anything, why should he be punished?” Brody asked, his features arranged in a gentle facade of concern for Alan as his gaze darted back and forth.“Son, come on let’s go,” Mr. Lawrence held Brody’s hands firmly trying to get him to leave the scene. He then turned his gaze to one of his hotel staff.“Here, take Brody back to his room. Make sure he has food being served to him and ensure that he drinks enough water. Don't
Alan could not help but feel his heart contrasting as his gaze met with that of Rose. It felt like the blood in his body had dried up and he could feel his head vibrate. This wasn't how it was meant to happen, he reasoned.“That's what I am talking about,” Mr. Lawrence nodded in satisfaction, a smirk forming from the corner of his lips. “Now, get her tied to a chair just beside Alan.”Alan's gaze darted back and forth and he was sweating profusely in tension and his eyes were tinged with a ferocious expression of fear. “What? What do you want to do to her? What has she done? Why do you want her tied up? She just concluded a CPR? Shouldn't she be having a rest?”Alan asked many questions in only a few seconds as his breath was heavy with a desperate wheeze of anxiety. His hands trembled with a piercing shake of agitation and there was a frantic surge of fear in his voice.“Oh, come on Alan,” Mr. Lawrence uttered, his words dripping with a caustic drop of mockery. “Hahaha, you are askin
“Is it going to be you, Alan?” Mr. Lawrence spoke, pointing the gun to Alan’s head and his hands caressing the trigger playfully. “What a painful end to a wonderful story it is going to be, eh? The poor slave boy Alan who suddenly stumbles into wealth is now killed tragically after having the nerves to infiltrate his hotel suite and rescue his Ms. Cinderella.”“That would be one hell of a story, wouldn't it?” Mr. Lawrence asked, his lips twisted in a mocking curl of irony and his brows arched in a lift of contempt.“If you die today, perhaps your old man would take over his consortium back. He would probably think it was a mistake handing such a responsibility to you anyway.”Alan’s brain was fried as the barrel of the gun was firm in his forehead. His heart sank in his chest as he wondered if it was actually going to be the end for him.Rose felt her heart sink into her tummy as her heartbeat was three times faster. She just got Alan back. Would she lose him just right away?Mr. Lawr