"Well, Isabella, if you have indeed messed up everywhere in the restroom, then you should not be sitting on that sofa. As you can see, the things here are luxurious, and having you place your soiled butt on one of them is like staining a pristine white plane with reddish paint. Do you understand?" Ethan said."What?" Isabella exclaimed. She couldn't believe what Ethan had just said to her. But whether or not she adhered to Ethan’s words was a different matter.Either way, it was not as if Miss Vivian was ready to grant her peace."I said you should stand up, you disgusting thing! Master Mark, with your permission, let me use an iron hand on her," Miss Vivian snapped once again.Isabella hissed like a dubious snake crawling under green leaves to avoid detection. Consequently, she retorted, "I dare you, you lowly bastard. I dare you to try!" Isabella said."It's alright, Miss Vivian. You may return inside and continue your duty. Let the household handle this from here," Ethan said. Imme
"Mr. Mark, I don't understand; there seems to have been a mistake. The Davis John in jail is not the Davis John that we know. In fact, Aleksandr Ivanov is Davis John. What is going on? I need to check into this. Give me a moment, Mr...""We might have already known what went wrong, Commissioner. Allow Mrs. Isabella here to narrate it to you, as she did to us," Ethan said.Even though Isabella had a smirk on her face, the way Ethan addressed her as Mrs. Isabella was like a thorn in her skin. However, she ignored it and only spoke because the cellphone had been placed closer to her."Davis John is Aleksandr Ivanov. He was released from jail with the help of some corrupt jailers. They aided in switching their places, allowing him to come out.""Are you sure of what you just said, Mrs. Isabella?" The commissioner asked."You know very well that if this information is wrong, it is a crime, right?" The commissioner asked again."Do I look like a mother who wants her daughter's life to be at
With Mr. Smith's military skills, he was able to decipher something immediately."He is not among us, yet he is able to see us. He is not among us, yet he is able to hear our conversation."Quickly, he sprang into action and walked out from behind Ethan.At this moment, Ethan said nothing because Mr. Smith had already signaled to him, and right there, Isabella also followed suit.Either way, it did not mean Alexa would not say anything in Isabella’s ear."We must have misjudged Davis, Isabella. I think it will get pretty tense in here any minute.""Shhh," Isabella cautioned in a whisper; either way, it did not mean that Ethan or Mr. Smith did not hear her.Now, looking at her closely, something seemed odd about her. Mr. Smith couldn't fathom why she was still wearing the earpiece even when she was speaking to them, and they were close to her, even in the same living room."Are you working together with him?" Mr. Smith asked immediately.As he asked, Ethan turned to look at Isabella, b
Even before anything else, Mr. Smith detected something different from the last time the Ninjas of Assassination Missions attacked them.The last time, they were using scarves to conceal their identities, armed with different long guns, and only one of them wielded the deadly Japanese sword.But this time, they were completely different. Aside from wearing the same black attire as before, this time they didn't cover their faces with scarves; instead, they wore masks.Each of the Ninjas held a pistol in their left hand, and in their right, they all brandished deadly Japanese swords.With each shot fired by Ethan Mark's guards under the instruction of Guard 3, who maintained a strategic position at the gate and also outside in the compound, the Ninjas of Assassination Missions deftly blocked each bullet, as if they could see them coming.None of the Ninjas of Assassination missions had been successfully hit, not even in the arms or ankles to disable their movement, unlike the last time.
Landing on the ground like an aircraft, the ninja stepped out of thin air. With strength and precision, he crafted his hands and legs into his swordsmanship stance like a master calligrapher composing an intricate brushstroke.Mr. Smith understood the gravity of the situation. He knew that the ninja was prepared to engage in a sword fight, and he was acutely aware of the devastating consequences if the ninja's blade made contact with him."If he manages to cut me, the poison will fester and won't be curable," Mr. Smith whispered to himself. "It's a trap," he muted to himself as he watched the ninja standing ready to attack him.The moment he muttered these words, he rose from the ground, and, with the ninja poised for a fight, Mr. Smith pointed his gun at him like a sentinel guarding the gates of a fortress, unwavering and resolute."Step any closer, and I'll blow your head off," declared Mr. Smith. However, this didn't guarantee that the ninja would heed his warning. as he already kn
Pushing Davis John away and escorting him into their armored van, the SWAT team, including the commissioner, had departed. Ethan then inquired, "How many men did we lose, Mr. Smith?""Five, Master Mark," Mr. Smith replied."Send word to their families and invite them for a proper burial," Ethan instructed, his face marked with a tinge of sadness. He turned and walked back into the mansion.As he turned, Isabella also attempted to follow him into the mansion, but if she was able to do so was a lie.Suddenly, Mr. Smith used his arm to block her path. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice cold and nonchalant.Isabella looked at him, her feelings filled with nothing but resentment toward what Mr. Smith had just done and she said, "Out of my way!"Nevertheless, even though Ethan was aware of what had happened, it had been under his signal that Mr. Smith had acted, and thus, he let him handle the situation as he saw fit.At this moment, even after hearing Isabella's words,
As soon as Isabella arrived in the hotel room she had booked, she placed her fancy bag on the bed, her cellphone beside it, and went for a refreshing shower. When she returned, she was wearing only a cool towel, with her wet hair, and thus, she sat down on the bed like a shimmering mermaid emerging from the ocean's depths.She reached into her fancy bag and retrieved her newly acquired pistol. When her eyes fell upon the pistol, she immediately thought of Elara and decided to ask Alexa what she was up to."Alexa, what about the stupid reporter Elara Whitehead?""Oh! Ex-reporter Elara? Our plan worked," Alexa said."Really?" Isabella asked."Yes, really, Isabella. Our plan was a success. Her landlord, just as planned, evicted her without waiting, and the secretary of the hotel she booked closer to Havenbrook sent her away. Now she's faced with a bigger problem, and she's too busy to chase after you. By the time she's ready, you will have gained Ethan's trust and used your power against
"No, Isabella, you've got it wrong. I just told you it's not regulated by a bank or the government," Alexa said."Oh! You did?" Isabella asked."Who regulates it then?" Isabella asked again."I just said transactions are recorded on a public ledger called a blockchain. You know what, just forget it. You're never going to catch up with how these things work, but you can catch up with how I will run this.""Oh!" Isabella sounded, and Alexa continued talking, her voice filled with a somber tone as she unraveled more of the secret tale."You see, in this part of the country, only the youth and teenagers are conversant with digital currency, but the adults, they aren't as knowledgeable. This works in our favor because it positions us as the alpha players in this game, and we are unlikely to get caught, even for the slightest oversight on our part," Alexa began."If we could hack into the online wallet of one of the youths who have too much digital money, we could become wealthy overnight.