"What are you asking?" John inquired, his brows lifted as he gazed at Stephanie.There was silence, only murmurs echoing faintly in the audience. All eyes were fixed on John and Stephanie. John's heart raced with various thoughts, pondering what Stephanie was driving at and what answer he would give her. If there was one thing he knew about Stephanie, it was that she was cunning, and she seemed determined to humiliate him at the event."Why did you lose your money, your business, and your birthright?" Stephanie's words landed like a bomb, a sly smile glowing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled as they met John's.John couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He stared coldly, his mind racing. His eyes flickered towards Miss B, who stood beside Stephanie, but she didn't give any signal. He was left to face the humiliation on his own. He licked his lips nervously, unsure of how to respond to Stephanie and what challenges she had already planned. John's heart sank as he realized the gravity of
“Yes, it has helped me,” John smiled coldly and bitterly while looking at Stephanie. He really wished he could have smashed her face with his hand just as he had imagined in his head, but then there was no way he could do that to her, at least not yet.He gritted his teeth while he watched her grin manically at him, a sense of triumph emanating from her smile. John’s eyes were blazing with anger. As much as he wanted to exert his revenge, he couldn’t at the moment; he needed more time. But each time he spent listening to and undergoing Stephanie’s tantrums, insults, and humiliations was killing.“You see, all this is a process to greatness,” Stephanie added as she turned to the audience and spread her hand wide with a smile plastered on her face.John felt a surge of frustration and helplessness as he listened to Stephanie’s words. He struggled to contain his emotions, feeling a mix of rage and resentment boiling inside him. Every fiber of his being longed to retaliate, to show her t
John was at a loss for words. He didn’t know how to respond to Jeffery. His mind was racing, and tension filled the air as they sat in silence, the minutes stretching between them.Clearing his throat, John put on a firm expression. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" he asked, feigning ignorance to Jeffery’s question."Why are you pretending like you don’t know what I'm talking about? Stop the act already," Jeffery's voice was stern.It dawned on John that this was Jeffery’s and Gabriel’s plan all along. They must have noticed him eavesdropping and lured him out. He struggled to think of a way out of the situation. Gabriel was still in the car, and John hadn’t yet seen his face."I don’t understand what you’re talking about," John stood his ground, wanting to continue pretending he was clueless. As John spoke, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his palms sweating with nerves. He glanced around, taking in the dimly lit alley, the sound of distant traffic echoin
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John returned home that night still thinking about the guy in the hoodie. He roamed his dark room, his mind filled with various thoughts, all focused on finding out who the mysterious figure was. He was determined to see the face and confirm his suspicions.Sweat trickled down his face as he paced the room, now shirtless but still wearing the pants from the suit he had on earlier. He couldn't shake off the feeling that Jeffrey might know something, and that's why he had followed him outside. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence. Deep down, he prayed it was the latter, as Jeffrey suspecting him this early would be detrimental to his plan.As John was still overwhelmed with various emotions, his phone began to ring. It was Miss B calling. John returned home that night still thinking about the guy in the hoodie. He roamed his dark room, his mind filled with various thoughts, all focused on finding out who the mysterious figure was. He was determined to see the face and confirm his suspi
John paused for a moment, the weight of the situation pressing down on him, before he responded."Well, I have a trusted contact in the Department of Motor Vehicles," John began, his tone resolute. "I'll send him the details of the plate number, and I believe from there, we'll be able to make some progress. At the very least, we'll have a clearer picture of who we're up against."Miss B nodded slowly, her mind racing with the possibilities. "But can we really trust this person? After everything we've been through, I'm not sure I trust anyone anymore," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of doubt.John shook his head. "I wouldn't call him a friend, but he's a trusted acquaintance. I have complete faith in him, and that's why I'm involving him in this. Besides, he'll only be helping me find the owner of the car; he won't have any other details. It's just a discreet movement," he reassured her, his tone firm.As he spoke, John shifted to a more comfortable position beside his bed,
After waiting for the right moment to leave, John finally found it when Stephanie had a board meeting with some investors, and he knew his absence wouldn’t be noticed. He left the company and headed straight for “Drive all,” which wasn’t too far away.As John sat in the cab to “Drive all,” he tried to piece together the puzzle of who the hoodie man was and what he was planning with Jeffrey and Stephanie. A myriad of thoughts swirled and roamed his mind as he stared out the window of the car with a furrowed brow.Upon arriving at “Drive all,” John briskly walked, his black suit clinging to him, leaving a distinctive mark with each step he took. He finally halted at the receptionist’s desk.“Good day,” John greeted with a feigned smile, though his mind was far from at ease.He subtly glanced around the lobby, taking in the scent of polished wood and the distant murmur of voices, trying to gauge the atmosphere of the place. He could feel the tension building in his chest, like a weight p
John’s heart pounded as he strained to peer through the scorching sun, his eyes searching desperately for any sign of movement. A flicker of motion caught his attention, and he squinted, focusing on a figure seated in a car a short distance away. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized the silhouette: it was Jeffrey.The realization sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through John’s veins, his heart racing with a mixture of apprehension and determination. Without a second thought, he hastily exited the cab, his mind buzzing with questions. Who was Jeffrey meeting? What was he doing here? John needed answers, and he was determined to find them.Stepping onto the sidewalk, the hot sunny air enveloped him, awakening his senses. The distant sounds of traffic, the crisp scent of dew on the grass, the gentle warmth of the rising sun – all served to intensify the tension in the air.With quickened steps, John made his way towards Jeffrey’s car, his mind buzzing with a mix of anxiety