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And at that moment, with an order flowing from Isabella's mouth like the waters of the Red Sea, the security guard swiftly disengaged the pistol's safety and slowly positioned his finger on the trigger."Any last words, Guard?" He voiced it, his tone filled with mockery and satisfaction for a job well done, like a guard who would get a raise after this.As this transpired, Mr. Smith's acute senses were heightened. Being a trained professional, his skills were what led Augustus Markwood to employ him in the first place. Without even looking at a gun, he could discern its model from the sound of its clicks alone. This heightened perception had always been a part of him, since his military days.Amidst it all, Mr. Smith chuckled, even with the pistol still pressed against his head, and remarked, "For a personal guard, you should wield a semi-automatic pistol, something like an M1911, not this single shot sounding like a feeble pop gun." Mr. Smith retorted with a hint of disdain, his voic
After about a minute of pleading, Isabella and Mr. Smith locked eyes, and he finally opened his mouth to speak."It was never my master's intention to be hostile towards you or your parents. He is waiting for you in the waiting room," Mr. Smith stated, his voice calm and composed. He proceeded to disassemble the pistol into pieces and walked over to the security guard, who still lay on the floor.As he approached, Mr. Smith knelt down, releasing a deep breath and taking a second look at the weakened security guard.The guard's face exhibited clear signs of his feebleness; his expression was cautious, anticipating any potential threat from Mr. Smith, as if seeking to protect himself in the most weary way possible.Chuckling at the guard's wary demeanor, Mr. Smith placed each disassembled piece of the pistol into the guard's suit pocket. He then patted him on the shoulder, akin to a captain assuring one of his soldiers of a successful mission, and spoke to him. "You are not worthy to be
At the moment Ethan left the hospital, Isabella's eyes were filled with desperation, reflecting her sense of urgency. However, she knew it wasn't the appropriate time to spring into action and fulfill Ethan's wishes. Instead, she needed to return to the postoperative room and check on her parents once again.Upon entering the postoperative room, Isabella found Victorial already awake, but the same couldn't be said for Alexander. Despite her mother's wakefulness, Victorial's eyes still radiated weariness, indicating her exhaustion and unwillingness to engage in conversation. Isabella empathized with her mother, knowing the immense challenges she had endured. She sat down on her mother's bed, gently placing her palm over Victorial's, seeking comfort in their connection.The room remained enveloped in silence, except for the rhythmic beeping of the monitor tracking Alexander's heart rate. Just then, the doctor entered the room, locking eyes with Victorial, who was fully awake, and glanci
The security guard revved the engine with such force that smoke billowed from the car's tires, enveloping the surroundings like an ominous cloud of uncertainty."Fasten your seat belt. This should be interesting," the security guard warned, and immediately, the car tires screeched, spinning like a whirling tornado.At that instant, the reporters who had been knocking on the car and demanding an audience quickly retreated, avoiding the risk of being hit as they watched the car speed away like frightened deer fleeing from an oncoming predator. The screeching tires echoed like a siren, piercing the air with urgency as the car accelerated with the force of a bullet leaving the barrel of a gun. The car shook violently, struggling to maintain control and swerving from side to side."Hold on!" the security guard screamed, his voice barely audible over the chaos. He knew that speaking softly would be futile.The car danced from left to right, teetering on the edge of a wild somersault if caut
Suddenly, Isabella heard a beep on her phone while she was still engrossed in scrolling through her social media accounts, drawn to it like a magnet to metal, unable to resist its allure. When she viewed the notification, she noticed that it wasn't from her other social media accounts or an instant messaging app but from YouTube.This was an unusual notification for her since she had never received personal notifications on this app before, except for updates about her favorite shows. Being tagged in a live video was something she didn't experience every day, and so she pressed her finger on the notification button, and her phone opened up like a sinner confessing all her sins to a priest."Quiet!" Isabella yelled at Sophia, who was still weeping like a frightened child caught in a storm, distracting her from listening to the video she had just played."You fool, how dare you betray the hand that has fed you?" She exclaimed under her breath, her eyes fixed on her phone screen like a h
"How did you do it?" Davis asked in wonder, his mouth agape like a child beholding something fascinating for the first time. He hadn't expected the reporters to back off so easily, yet they did, and Isabella got into the car.Still, Isabella didn't answer Davis' question. Her responses were conveyed through a smug smirk that played gently on her cheek like traffic lights. And to Sophia, who looked at her in this very moment, Isabella seemed to remain seething with vexation, akin to African bean cakes dropped into hot oil."Let's go," Isabella suddenly voiced, and like an obedient servant obeying his master, Davis gently placed his finger on his car's start button. Immediately, like a lioness roaring in the jungle, the car came to life again.As he turned the car wheels to the right and gently pressed his foot on the pedal, guiding the car out of the park and toward the beach house gate, where the security personnel had already created a path, Davis glanced at the car's rearview mirror
Having waited for far too long, Davis was still answering the reporters' different questions like a parrot whose beak had been poked and couldn't stop squawking. At this point, Isabella could no longer take it, as she saw it as total bullsh*t. She wondered about the questions and answers Davis had given to the reporters, and she knew it was time to bail him out and escape the relentless questioning lest he say something they would regret forever.Like an angry queen of doom roaring at her subjects, Isabella stepped out of the car and hurried towards the reporters, who also rushed towards her as they saw her coming to them.As they both reached each other and the cameramen were behind the female reporter, before Isabella could say anything, the female reporter thrust her microphone into Isabella's mouth and another mic into her own as she asked,"Ms. Isabella Rosewood, Mr. Davis John said your father is a thief who masterminded the whole diversion of the company's funds to his own pers
As Isabella firmly and tightly held Sophia's hand like a vice grip, Sophia couldn't even let go and could only express her pain through her silent wincing. After then, they walked through the beach house gate, and all the security guards inside bowed to Isabella like loyal servants bowing to their master.Upon entering the beach house, Isabella opened the door with her fingerprint and let Sophia step in first before following her."Hey Sophia, hey Isabella, to whom do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Tell me, how can I celebrate your grand appearance in my big house, and what help can I render to you?" Alexa said it excitedly, but Isabella wasn't in the right mood to deal with her. so she just ignored it.Still holding Sophia's hand too tightly, Isabella quickly glanced around the living room, searching for the A. I remote-control like a detective at a crime scene. However, she couldn't find it before Alexa voiced it again."I don't know why you hate me so much, Isabella. What have I
Pushing her back into her prison cell like a reluctant pawn being returned to its square on a chessboard, Isabella fell on the prison floor, resembling a fragile autumn leaf descending with a surrender to the inevitable embrace of the cold, hard ground. No matter how her voice had risen in anger towards her mother in the meeting room, she knew very well that she wanted to read the contents of the letter in the envelope and discover the help Ethan Mark had promised her. "Would he file for my release?" "Has he bought me a home as a sign of my forgiveness?" "Would he take me back as his wife?" Different questions rushed through her mind like a tumultuous river, each query cascading over the other. As she held the envelope in her hand, she sat at the corner of her cell and stared at it much more closely. In this way, she saw that the surface of the envelope bore a faint trace of handling, like a blank canvas marked only by the weight of the untold. She also observed the edges, crisp
As Isabella saw her mother through the glass panel, her eyes first peered at her face, which was fresh and glowing like a sun-kissing morning, radiating warmth and vitality. Similarly, she observed her hair, cascading strands of silk, flowing effortlessly, resembling a gentle waterfall gracing a serene landscape.But if that were all, it would be a lie. She also noticed her dress, which was as beautiful as a field of blooming flowers, each petal a vibrant hue, creating a tapestry of elegance. Likewise, her neck, ears, and wrists were adorned with jewelry, resembling constellations adorning the night sky, each piece a sparkling star in the galaxy of her elegance.Taking in this perfect image of her mother, the thought immediately struck Isabella that her mother's current appearance was the complete inverse of hers—a mess in a uniform and in a confined space, akin to a wildflower struggling to bloom in a cramped garden bed."Been a while," Victoria Sinclair said again, immediately as Is
Like a fish forced to live in the desert for the crime she had committed, Isabella's prison days wove a bleak tapestry of monotony and despair. The cold, unforgiving reality of prison life left her yearning for freedom, with each passing moment feeling like an eternity. The absence of familiar faces and the pervasive loneliness created a profound sense of desolation that permeated every aspect of her existence.Most especially, the daily beatings from her tormentor, Elara Whitewind, resembled an unrelenting storm, leaving Isabella's spirit battered and broken, akin to a shipwreck in the tempest of her despair. This was the reason she wished she had never set foot in the prison yard, mess hall, or communal bathroom ever again.However, whether she wished to visit those places or not, prison protocol had to be followed, leaving her no choice but to be present even in the devil's face if the protocol demanded it.In the dimly lit mess hall, clattering trays and hushed conversations fille
Ethan said nothing in response to Mr. Alexander's words. Instead, as if he hadn't heard him, he seized a seat on the other side of the table and crossed his left leg over his right.Yet, this did not mean he spoke at this moment. The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the table, as if he were playing an invisible piano.In this manner, Ethan Mark exuded authority. Gazing calmly from Mr. Alexander's feet to the tangled mess of hair atop his head, he looked at him. With a serenity akin to the gentle flow of the Nile and a voice as soft as a satisfied dove contemplating a defeated jungle lion, he suddenly spoke."Kneel and apologize."Upon hearing these words, Mr. Alexander's eyes widened in shock. He never anticipated a day when he would be asked to kneel and beg for mercy, especially from the person he had always regarded as a poor bastard.Like an enslaved cat in the presence of a lion, Mr. Alexander fell to his knees as Ethan Mark instructed, pleading, "I was a ter
Seeing how bold, tall, and dangerous this prisoner appeared and observing his audacious manner of poking at him was akin to witnessing a prowling lion, confident in its dominance, taunting its prey before the impending strike. Mr. Alexander then immediately turned his back, attempting to escape from this menacing part of the communal bathroom like a startled deer seeking refuge from the looming threat in the dark forest. "I have to run," he muttered in total fright, his voice a tremor in the echoing silence, like a desperate whisper carried away by the chilling wind of impending danger. However, if his intention was for success, it was a futile hope. "And where do you think you are running to, huh?" Another prisoner said this behind him and pushed him forward like a pawn on the unforgiving chessboard of the prison's power dynamics. As Mr. Alexander was pushed forward, he witnessed how the older prisoners immediately surrounded him. He also noticed how they revealed smirks on their c
After speaking for hours, the man who had conversed with him advised Mr. Alexander to get some sleep. He emphasized the importance of having alert eyes to observe any unfortunate events that might occur in the morning. And with that, Mr. Alexander retreated to the corner of his cell once again, burying his head in his ankle like a ship seeking refuge in the harbor of solitude, sheltering itself from the tempest of the prison's harsh reality. He sat on the ground, succumbing to a haunted sleep. *** The next morning revealed Mr. Alexander as a mere specter of resilience, marked by the weariness of a night spent in the clutches of haunted dreams, like a tattered flag fluttering weakly after enduring the relentless storm of a sleepless night. His eyes, burdened with unrest, betrayed the toll of his surroundings. Disheveled strands of hair clung to his forehead, bearing witness to the restless hours entangled in unsettling dreams. As he rose from the dark corner of his cell, his eyes fir
"Long story, man," the man answered. However, if this was all he said, it was a lie. He began to unravel his own narrative, detailing how his legs became amputated and one of his hands irreparably broken and dislocated."You see, I entered this prison as a healthy man. My crimes weren't that significant. I robbed a bank because I couldn't bear to watch my daughter suffer. We hadn't eaten for days, and robbing the bank seemed like my only option." He took a deep sigh and continued talking."Yes, you guessed right. The mission was unsuccessful, and before I knew it, I was completely surrounded by the police. I had no guns, only a knife and a dagger. I never headed to the vault but collected pieces from each person I encountered in the bank. I just wanted to be able to feed my daughter and move on with life the next day.""While being surrounded, there was nothing more I could do than raise my hands in the air and let the police apprehend me. God knows it was the biggest mistake I ever m
Arriving at the prison, Mr. Alexander saw how the prison walls were imposing, resembling a fortress of despair that stood as a testament to the shadows of society. Certainly, he shook his head in regret, as he had never been to a place this horrible before.He observed cold steel bars, like sentinels of incarceration, confining notorious men whose stories were etched in the graffiti of hardened souls. Similarly, he noticed how the air hung heavy with the weight of regret, whispers of past misdeeds echoing through the dimly lit corridors.The sounds of his handcuffs tucked in chains down to his ankle made obvious sounds as he was escorted through the corridor harboring the cells of different notorious men by two prison officers whose faces lacked smiles, as if they hadn't smiled for many notorious years. Hence, he saw individuals behind these cells harboring untold secrets with their unappealing faces and frightful behaviors.Upon witnessing him and the others being escorted to their r
“Detective Sharon, we would love to ask you a few questions if you do not mind. We are sure this would help the public understand more of what is going on,” one reporter said immediately. “Alright, please go ahead. If this would help the general public understand more of what is going on, “Thank you, Detective Sharon. Now that Mr. Alexander, Mr. X, and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to lengthy prison terms, and Attorney Reynolds is awaiting the outcome of his investigation before he is sentenced, do you think that would be the end of this deadly organization?” “Yes, Mr. X. Mr. Alexander Rosewood and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to prison for a very long term, and if care is not taken, for life imprisonment. However, this is not the end of the organization. As you might already know, the deadly organization is a large organization that has penetrated every sector, which could even include the police, the prison officers, the legal system, and many more, which could even i