When they settled into the car, Amara couldn't contain her excitement and exclaimed, "Oliver, you're amazing! You won $2 million, and it was your first time playing."Oliver flashed a confident smile and nodded appreciatively. He then glanced at Logan and teasingly remarked, "Seems like someone isn't too thrilled about missing out on their Lamborghini."Logan frowned and replied, "Don't think I wasn't rooting for you. I was praying for your victory."Amara chimed in, affirming Logan's words. "That's true, Oliver. Logan really wanted you to win."Oliver chuckled and said, "How sweet of you, Logan. But let's not forget, you owe me now."Amara, curious about their next destination, asked, "So, where are we going next?"Before Oliver could respond, his attention was caught by Maria emerging from the gaming center. She opened the door of a sleek BMW and climbed inside.Oliver turned to Amara and suggested, "Let's follow her." He pointed towards Maria, who was now seated in the car.Logan, s
Logan, sitting in the car, observed the unfolding situation with growing concern. She turned to Oliver and urgently said, "Oliver, look, it seems they're about to attack her."Amara, equally alarmed, chimed in, "Wait, isn't that the man from the resort center?"Oliver's face contorted with frustration as he recognized Harrington. "Damn it, it's him, Harrington," he muttered under his breath.Logan furrowed her brow and asked, "But why would he want to attack her? The game is over."Oliver's mind raced with possibilities as he replied, "One possibility is that Harrington wants to harm Maria for the money she won at the gaming center."Logan's expression darkened as she grasped the potential danger. She turned to Oliver and voiced her concern, "That's bad, Oliver. If they want the money, they might harm her."Nodding in agreement, Oliver made up his mind. He turned to Logan and Amara, his voice firm, "You both stay here. I'll go and intervene if anything happens."Logan's voice quivere
Harrington's voice quivered with a mix of concern and authority as he pleaded, "Put the gun down, Maria. You could kill someone."A sneer curled on Maria's lips, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Who cares if someone dies?" she retorted, her grip on the pistol tightening. Without hesitation, she raised her arm and squeezed the trigger, directing her aim at another assailant's leg.An agonizing scream tore through the air as the bullet found its mark, piercing the flesh and causing the unfortunate target to crumble to the ground. Blood spilled from the wound, staining the pavement crimson.With a chilling glare, Maria turned her attention back to Harrington. The gun remained trained on him, a potent symbol of the power she held in her hands. "Do you think I'm joking, Harrington?" She taunted, her voice laced with cold determination. "I suggest you take this seriously."Harrington's face contorted with anger, his voice seethed with frustration. "You dare threaten me? I'm a person of im
Harrington, his face contorted with anger and confusion, addressed Oliver with a stern tone. "Young man, what are you doing here?"Oliver's expression twisted into a sneer as he met Harrington's gaze. "I think you should be asking yourself that question, Harrington. What brought you here?"Harrington's anger flared, and he retorted, "I will deal with you soon enough. Now, one of you, open her car and bring me the money!"One of Harrington's men quickly approached Maria's car and searched frantically, but to his dismay, he found no sign of the money. He relayed the disappointing news to Harrington, who grew increasingly furious."Where is the money?" Harrington demanded, his voice laced with aggression as he turned his attention back to Maria.Oliver interjected, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You see, Harrington, I have the money. I won her fair and square."Harrington's shock was palpable. He had doubted Maria's claim about Oliver winning her, but now faced with reality, his anger
Harrington was shocked to hear Oliver's request for a rope, but he couldn't find his voice to utter a single word. Meanwhile, Maria, who appeared lost in her thoughts, hadn't caught Oliver's words. Annoyed, Oliver snapped his fingers at her, jolting her back to reality."A rope! Get me a rope, and stop thinking. Am I too handsome that you're lost?" he quipped, a hint of playful arrogance in his tone.Maria snapped out of her daze, her brows furrowing in confusion. "What do you need a rope for?" she asked, curiosity tinged with caution.Oliver waved off her questions dismissively. "Stop asking questions and get it for me," he ordered.Nodding, Maria walked briskly to her car and returned moments later with a long rope, handing it to Oliver. She couldn't help but wonder what he intended to do with it.Harrington, unable to contain his curiosity, interjected, "What are you going to do?"Oliver grinned mischievously. "Tie you, of course," he replied, his words laced with a sense of dark sa
In the evening, Oliver, Logan, and Amara arrived at the grand estate. As they stepped out of the car, carrying bags loaded with their purchases from the mall, their attention was drawn to an elderly man in his 70s making his way towards them. Despite his age, he exuded a sense of vitality and strength.Oliver furrowed her brows and turned to Amara, curiosity evident in her voice. "Amara, who is this old man?"Amara replied, "He's the butler here." Oliver nodded, still puzzled by the fact that he hadn't noticed him earlier."Perhaps he wasn't around or was occupied with other tasks," Amara suggested, offering a possible explanation.Oliver accepted the response with a nod. As the elderly man approached, he addressed Oliver with a warm smile. "Young Master Storm, I'm delighted to see you."Oliver acknowledged the greeting with a nod and replied, "Thank you, Butler."The butler's smile widened, and he remarked, "Ah, it seems the young miss has enlightened you about my identity today."O
Oliver's face twisted into a frown upon hearing his uncle's words. Logan and Amara mirrored his expression, clearly dissatisfied by Magnus' accusations.Oliver couldn't help but speak up, his voice laced with frustration, "Uncle, what is all this? If you have concerns, you should address them with my mother, not with me."Magnus, already brimming with anger, was further provoked by Oliver's response. His face reddened, and he snapped, "How dare you speak to me in such a manner, boy!"Oliver remained composed, refusing to let his uncle's hostility rattle him. He maintained his gaze on Magnus, silently urging him to calm down and engage in a rational conversation.Amara, sensing the tension escalating, attempted to interject, "But Uncle—"However, before she could finish her sentence, Magnus forcefully cut her off, his voice filled with authority, "Silence! You have no right to speak!"Amara reluctantly fell silent, casting a worried glance at Oliver. It was clear that Magnus' temper was
Oliver looked at Logan with a curious expression and remarked, "I thought you should be asleep by now. Why are you still awake?"Logan let out a sigh and asked, "Can I come in?"Oliver nodded and opened the door, allowing Logan to enter the room. She glanced around and exclaimed, "Wow, your room is so beautiful."Smiling, Oliver took a seat on the bed and gestured for Logan to join him. She nodded and settled beside him, expressing her apologies for the incident with his uncle earlier. Chuckling softly, Oliver reassured her, "Don't worry about it. I'll handle things slowly but surely."Logan nodded in understanding and then asked, "Do you remember my friend Nora?""Of course I do," Oliver replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "We almost kissed on our first meeting thanks to her. But I thought you said she traveled to take care of some family business. What's wrong?"Logan revealed, "Well, she just called me and told me that she's actually in New York too. She plans to contact me