"Alright, Alexa Rosewood, can you tell me the password now so I can go in?""It feels nice that you finally acknowledged me by the right surname, Isabella. And yes, I feel so good that we are now on the same page of this revenge book. So, what is left for you is to promise," Alexa said."Promise? Promise what, Alexa?” Isabella wondered as she glanced at her phone screen to check the time.In the same manner, she looked to the left and right again, just to confirm if anyone was walking past or seeing her in front of the dusty door, like a cat on a hot tin roof, as if she were nervously awaiting some unseen danger."Alexa, we do not have time for this. Tell me the password, and we can talk this out later.""No, Isabella, we must do this now. This is the perfect time, or else you will not have my ear. So, you must promise before I tell you the passcode. You must promise never to talk rudely to me again. You must promise never to indirectly tell me to become a slave. I am as free as a bir
As the sergeant walked away, handing his badge and firearms to the nearest police officer aside from the commissioner, the commissioner turned to face Mr. Smith again, who was standing before Ethan, and introduced himself properly."I am Commissioner Alexander Kane, and it is both an honor and a duty to serve as the guardian of this great city. We are here to ensure your safety and uphold the law. We have seen the footage of what happened here, and we would like to ask you a few questions to track down the men in black who have invaded your beautiful and peaceful home. Together, we can make Eldridge a safer place for all and make sure these people are apprehended."Hearing this, Mr. Smith stepped aside quickly and stood closely behind Ethan as both Ethan's eyes and the commissioner's eyes gazed at each other.Shortly after, Ethan extended his hand forward and said, "Good day, Commissioner. Please come in and ask every question you need to do your work."At this moment, the commissione
"Hey, Mrs. Isabella Rosewood, you finally arrived back for our deal, huh?" Behind the five men standing in the dusty doorway and pointing their guns at Isabella, the same man who had sold Isabella the weapon before walked out and smiled like a silly cat.Yet his silly jokes had no effect on Isabella, as she tensed up with all the guns still pointed at her like a deer caught in the headlights. Suddenly, beads of sweat appeared on her face, soaking her like rain on a wilting flower.In this moment, her trembling legs were obvious, as were her trembling hands, which remained raised like a surrendering thief in the middle of a heist."I told you you would come back to hire men, didn't I? Only I did not expect you to come so soon," the man said again, still in his silly demeanor as he danced like a joker with his girlfriend in a wild tangle of crimson locks.Immediately, he dashed forward out of the dusty doorway like a racer in a race. And as he reached Isabella, he leaned close to her fa
As the commissioner asked, Mr. Smith, still standing behind Ethan, began to speak. "They are a secret group called the Ninjas of Assassination Missions. They used to be ex-military personnel who were dismissed from service and, because they were already corrupt, decided to take up missions from nobles who were willing to pay large sums of money."Hearing this, the commissioner, who had been jotting down notes in his book, slowly looked up at Ethan and Mr. Smith simultaneously before he said, "If what Mr. Smith said is true, it means someone paid a large sum of money to have you taken out. Who do you think it might be? Could it be your ex-father-in-law? I heard your company demoted him from branch manager to a mere staff role.""Yes, the company relieved him of the burden of being a branch lead. Though he may bear grudges against me, I do not think he is capable of sending men after me," Ethan said."If you say so, Mr. Ethan Mark, But it is our duty to find out if he is capable or not,
Upon hearing what the man said, Isabella's eyes displayed shock. "But what did I do wrong? Her voice emerged softly from her lips, resembling that of an innocent woman who was wrongly apprehended and simply wanted to go home as if nothing ever happened."You don't know? Alright, I'll tell you," the man said as he extracted a bullet from his pocket and loaded it into the pistol chamber handed to him."You came here after a message had been passed in the secret group, indicating that no one should come here. This suggests that you are not part of the secret group, and if you're not in the secret group, it's not safe to do business with you," the man explained; however, that was not all he said as he proceeded further."Not only did you come at the wrong time, but you also stood at the door, clearly talking to someone on your phone. Tell me, are you working with the police?" The man asked, finally loading all the bullets from his pocket into his pistol and manually rotating the chamber l
Upon hearing what Mr. Smith said, the commissioner jotted it down in his book once again and slowly looked up, saying, "If the Ninjas of assassination missions spit out blood right after they are captured, it means one thing: they are ready to protect their organization's secrets at any cost, even choosing death over surrender.""You are right, commissioner. I witnessed one of them wielding the deadly Japanese sword from the Samurai Temple. This is enough evidence that, in addition to their military training, they received additional training from the Samurai Temple. With this training, they can conceal information instead of surrendering. They have been indoctrinated differently, and for them, dying as a Ninja is preferable," Mr. Smith said.Being interested in what Mr. Smith had said, the commissioner looked up at him and asked, "The deadly sword of the Japanese? The Samurai Temple?""Yes, commissioner. The deadly Japanese sword is a blade that can only be earned from the Samurai Te
The click of the trigger made the gun sound like a hollow promise, indicating that the man had indeed shot from another empty space in the chamber."You are a really lucky woman, Mrs. Isabella Rosewood. Let's see if you are going to get lucky the third time. Be warned that this pistol now has one empty space and three loaded chambers. I am going to pull out the chamber right now and spin it so fast before I shoot the next one. Best of luck on being lucky once more."And just like the man said, he did, which made Isabella's fear grow taller, and she screamed out in confessional words."Yes, I spoke on the phone by the dusty door, but please do not pull the trigger. I am ready to tell the truth and nothing else but the truth.” Her teary voice became louder, like a wailing siren, as the man fashioned a silly face out of his frowning face immediately."Oh! Darling, did you just confess to speaking with someone on the phone? Let's see what happens if you have lied again perhaps and I had a
As both the commissioner and Ethan stepped out of the mansion, with Mr. Smith right behind Ethan, and into the compound, the commissioner turned to face Ethan again."I will be going now," he said. With a smile and a nod, Ethan responded without words.As soon as the commissioner left, Ethan began to hear noises from outside. He immediately turned his head toward Mr. Smith, who remained behind him. Mr. Smith understood Ethan's unspoken question, and, with the earpiece nestled in his ear, he said, "Guard 3, what is the commotion at the gate?""Mr. Smith, the press is here, and they are all requesting a session with Master Mark," Guard 3 replied.Hearing what Guard 3 said, Mr. Smith leaned forward and whispered a response to Ethan.At that moment, Ethan sighed deeply and nodded once more. Mr. Smith understood and relayed a message to Guard 3, "Alright, we are coming. Tell them to stop making a scene."When Ethan arrived at the gate with Mr. Smith behind him, all the guards at the gate i