Logan, feeling the need to freshen up, leaned over to Oliver and said, "Oliver, I'll go and use the washroom. I'll be right back."Oliver replied with a nod, reassuring her, "Sure, take your time. I'll be here."As Logan made her way towards the restroom, the group of men who had been observing their every move exchanged smug glances. One of them whispered,"Look, his girlfriend seems to be heading to the washroom. If we follow her there, we might get our hands on something valuable."The others nodded in agreement, their greedy eyes fixed on the opportunity that presented itself. "Once we have what we need, we make a swift escape," one of them added.However, a concern arose among the group. "But won't it be suspicious if all of us go to the washroom at the same time?" questioned one of the men, furrowing his brow.A cunning smile formed on the face of another as he devised a plan. "No worries, you three can go one by one. I'll remain here, keeping a close eye on the situation. If an
Logan felt the pain as blood started gushing out of her mouth and also from her wound. She wanted to scream, but then she felt two weeks. "Ple..ple… a..please don't kill me.""Puff!" The man stabbed again. Hey, I'm stabbing you to death; don't think I'm sparing you because of your $500,000." He said and continued stabbing her.Logan felt her life drain faster. As she felt her life draining, an overwhelming sense of despair consumed her. Waves of excruciating pain coursed through her body, and her breaths became shallow and labored. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat of agony, as she fought to hold on to her fleeting existence.In those precious, dwindling moments, her mind fixed on one person—Oliver. Images of their shared laughter, their dreams, and the moments they had spent together flashed before her fading consciousness. She longed to be in his arms, to feel his warmth, and hear his soothing voice one last time. With every ounce of strength she could muster,
After some time, the ambulance arrived at a large hospital. Medical staff rushed Logan on the bed to the emergency room, and Oliver, filled with worry, followed closely behind.As they reached the entrance of the emergency room, Oliver attempted to enter, but the medical staff stopped him, instructing him to wait outside. Anxious and restless, Oliver took out his phone and sent a message, desperately seeking support.He paced back and forth in the waiting area, his mind consumed with prayers for Logan's recovery. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily upon him. Oliver took his phone out and sent a message. Then, after a full ten minutes, three Porsche cars pulled up near the hospital entrance. A woman stepped out, accompanied by a group of bodyguards. It was Garcia Storm, Oliver's mother—the very person he had messaged for help.A gasp escaped from the crowd as Garcia Storm made her grand entrance into the hospital. Being a renowned f
What?"Oliver's body trembled as shock coursed through him, causing him to abandon his composed demeanor and leave the doctor's side. Disbelief etched across his face, he desperately pleaded, "No, this can't be true! Tell me you're joking. Where is Logan? Tell me!"Tears streamed down Oliver's face as he raised his voice, his emotions overpowering him. The doctor let out a heavy sigh and spoke softly, "I'm sorry, young master, but that's the harsh reality."Garcia, although silent, couldn't conceal the pain in her eyes. She had cherished Logan deeply, considering her as a daughter-in-law, but now she was gone. The weight of loss hung heavily in the air.Oliver wiped away his tears, his resolve strengthening. With a determined look, he swiftly turned and rushed towards the entrance of the emergency room, Garcia following close behindAs Oliver stepped inside the room, his heart sank at the sight of Logan's lifeless body lying on the bed, draped in a white cloth. Every step felt heavy
Gasp!"Oliver's eyes widened in disbelief as he abruptly broke away from the kiss, a mix of shock and hope coursing through his veins. Garcia and the doctor stood there, their expressions frozen in astonishment, unable to find the words to articulate their thoughts.Oliver's gaze shifted back to Logan, his heart pounding with a glimmer of anticipation. In an impulsive act, he leaned in once again, pressing his lips against hers. As their connection deepened, a flicker of realization ignited within Oliver. A sudden smile spread across his face as he let out a triumphant cry."Yes, Logan, yes! Yes!" Oliver exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of joy and determination. His mind raced, reminding him of the power he possessed—the supreme scriptures capable of defying the laws of nature. In the depths of his sorrow, he had momentarily forgotten this extraordinary gift that lay within his grasp. Though Logan's life had seemingly slipped away, her last breaths still lingered, offering a gli
Oliver gazed tenderly into Logan's eyes and spoke with a mixture of relief and adoration."Look at me, Logan. I'm right here with you. Nothing has happened to you, I promise."Logan, weak but determined, turned her gaze towards Oliver and slowly raised her trembling hand to touch his face. With a questioning tone, she asked, "Is that really you, Oliver?"With a gentle nod, Oliver affirmed, "Yes, it's me, Logan. I'm here by your side." Swiftly, he switched on the lights, illuminating the previously dim room.A smile formed on Logan's face as she recognized Oliver's familiar features. She reached out to touch her lips and inquired, "Why is your mouth stained with blood? Did you kiss me?"Oliver chuckled amidst tears and nodded, confessing, "Yes, my love. I kissed you. I love you so deeply, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."Logan, her voice filled with concern, shared, "They demanded the money, and I gave it to them. But still, they stabbed me and took my phone. It holds im
Maria stepped on the gas, her frustration fueling her determination to catch up with Oliver. She pushed her car to its limits, desperately trying to close the gap between them. Her anger consumed her as she clenched the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white.But no matter how hard Maria tried, her car couldn't match the speed and agility of Oliver's vehicle. The distance between them widened with each passing second, leaving her seething with frustration. She slammed her hand against the steering wheel in a fit of anger, cursing under her breath."Damn it!" She exclaimed, her voice laced with annoyance. "I'll spare you for now, but I won't forget those car numbers. You'll pay for this, and I'll make sure you kneel and apologize!"With those determined words, Maria made a sharp turn, leaving behind the pursuit of Oliver.Oliver, completely oblivious to Maria's failed attempt to catch up with him, continued to barrel down the road. His mind was consumed by thoughts of vengeance, hi
Huh? The man stood frozen in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the lifeless body of his fallen comrade sprawled on the cold warehouse floor. Fear gripped his heart, sending adrenaline coursing through his veins. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned on his heels and fled deeper into the labyrinthine expanse of the warehouse, his voice trembling with panic as he screamed for his fellow gang members to arm themselves, warning of an intruder in their midst.Oliver's lips curled into a bitter chuckle, a mix of amusement and anger. He took a deep breath to steady himself, his determination unwavering, and began to make his way towards the source of the commotion. As he ventured further into the sprawling base, the magnitude of its size became apparent, each step bringing him closer to the heart of the Crimson Shadows' stronghold.Suddenly, his senses sharpened, and he halted in his tracks, straining his ears to catch the faintest sound. There it was, the soft pitter-pat