Baton, along with his goons, cruised through the daytime streets, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Their destination was the restaurant where Mr. Patrick, the suspected puppet master, had ordered from. As they neared, the tension inside the vehicle escalated."What if the main delivery guy has already gone? We're screwed," one of Baton's colleagues voiced the shared concern.Baton shot a determined look. "We'll have to hope he hasn't. Stay focused, everyone."Moments later, a young man emerged from the restaurant, securing his delivery bag over his shoulder. Baton and his crew observed intently, hoping he was the right guy. The vehicle quietly followed him, maintaining a discreet distance, navigating the streets under the glaring daylight.The short ride ended at a nondescript building. As the young man exited his bike, Baton and his crew swiftly exited their vehicle, positioning themselves strategically. The delivery guy now headed to the building, now with a box in hand, ready
Baton's voice echoed in the background, "I guess we'd have to torture the shit out of him."As Logan seethed, realizing the precarious situation. "Baton, do whatever you have to, but please don't kill him."Baton, unyielding, threatened, "If that's what it takes, we'll do it."Infuriated, Logan retaliated, "If you do, I'll make sure the police come after you!"Baton quickly chuckled, his tone more relaxed. "Relax, Logan. I'm just kidding. We'll handle it smoothly."Logan, somewhat reassured, replied, "Good. Just get the information we need."As they ended the call, a sudden intrusion disrupted Logan's thoughts. The system's robotic voice echoed in his head, issuing a new directive."New task Mr Logan. Host must expose Mr. Sam's dirty secret to inherit every share of Mr. Clarkson's property."Logan, taken aback, muttered to himself, "What kind of task is this? I thought I was inheriting it anyway."He found the task stupid but the prospect of gaining every share of his grandfather's pr
The cab rumbled through the city streets, weaving its way towards the Jizzy Bar, its neon lights shimmering in the night. Inside the cab, Martinez and Big Benny exchanged glances, both surprised by Logan's unexpected destination.Martinez couldn't contain his shock as he quickly informed his boss, Sam. "Boss we followed him, he's heading to the Jizzy Bar. Who knows what he's doing there?"Sam's voice crackled through the phone, a hint of surprise in his tone. "The Jizzy Bar? What's he doing there? Keep an eye on him, and let me know what's going on."As the cab pulled up near the Jizzy Bar, Martinez and Big Benny entered, attempting to blend in with the crowd. Sam's orders echoed in their minds, urging them to observe Logan closely. The Jizzy Bar buzzed with activity, and Logan, surrounded by his friends from the canteen, seemed to revel in the lively atmosphere.At one point, Martinez pulled out his phone, aiming to record Logan and his friends. Big Benny, noticing the move, swiftly
In the dimly lit alley of Crescent Street, Logan's day at the canteen had left him with a nagging suspicion that Sam might be watching his every move. Despite Daniel's well-intentioned advice to curb his frequent drinking, Logan pressed on with his objective, heading towards the casino for an appointment with Jace, a fellow canteen employee.As he strolled down the dimly lit street, he noticed the familiar vehicle he had spotted earlier before getting the tip off that Sam was watching him, parked ominously ahead. The streetlights within the area casted long shadows, and Logan's senses heightened with the realization that danger lurked nearby. Instinctively, he decided to retreat, turning back towards the brighter part of the street he had come from.However, the ominous vehicle made a swift U-turn, its engine growling to life as it started moving towards him. Panic set in, and Logan began to run, wondering what orders Sam had given to the shadowy figures now closing in on him. The veh
As Logan entered his place, T-Bone and Pete immediately sprang into action, offering assistance with first aid. Grateful for their support, Logan thanked them for their concern and care. Soon, they handed him his cellphone, letting him know that he had a series of missed calls from a guy named Baton. Finding a moment of privacy, Logan returned Baton's call.Baton's tone conveyed genuine concern as he picked up. "I've been calling you, kid. What happened?" Logan, still in the aftermath of the staged ordeal, replied nonchalantly, "nothing really. Left my phone at home when I went to a bar. You know I have to be extra careful as I have people watching me from every corner."Baton, responded however saying, "your phone should be at your pocket kid not at home as Logan shoots back at him saying, "you have no idea about the torture I just went through so don't act like you're the perfect one here."After Logan's response, Baton shared the crucial information. "Well, I wanted to inform you o
Suddenly, Logan's phone buzzed again. This time, it was T-bone and Pete, the duo who had come to his aid the previous night. Their loyalty to him hadn't gone unnoticed, and Logan felt a sense of relief hearing from them."Hey, Logan, how you holding up?" T-bone greeted.Logan sighed, "Been better. What's up with you guys?"T-bone got straight to the point saying, "Logan, we've been keeping an eye on Sam like you requested and according to my boys latest discovery, it looks like he's up to something serious scheduled to happen tonight."Logan's eyebrows furrowed, "Serious? What do you mean?"Pete explained, "Our source tells us Sam's been inviting some board members for a meeting tonight. It's not looking good, Logan."Logan's mind raced, connecting the dots. "Any idea what this meeting is about?"T-bone nodded responding, "Not sure, but it seems big. We thought you should know."Logan, grateful for their loyalty, requested, "Do you have any information about the individuals invited T-
Logan anxiously awaited Carter's confirmation, his heart pounding with the fear of betrayal. Moments later, the phone buzzed, and Carter's gruff voice came through. "Job done, Logan. Where's my remaining payment?"Relief washed over Logan, but he maintained composure. "I'll get you the rest when I confirm the job is done, Carter."Carter's voice grew louder, a threatening edge emerging, "You better pay up, Logan, or I swear—"Logan cut him off, ending the call abruptly. He chuckled to himself, not picking up Carter's numerous subsequent calls. The truth was, he needed to ensure Carter had indeed completed the job and not swindled him.Restless, Logan spent the night tossing and turning. He couldn't shake the anxiety that accompanied his alliance with Carter. Not being able to sleep, he turned on the TV, only to be met with breaking news about a fire at the Eclipse Hotel. Panic surged through him instantly as he feared the worst. Did Carter fail to switch the room labels?Logan clenche
After Sam's revelation about Mr. Patrick's betrayal, he couldn't contain the urgency to inform Logan. He dialed Logan's number, and when Logan answered, the tension in Sam's voice was palpable."Logan, we need to meet. I just figured out that Mr. Patrick has been sabotaging our plans. He's the one behind the attacks, and he probably kidnapped your grandfather, faking the accident and running away," Sam blurted out urgently.Logan, intentionally playing it cool, questioned, "How did you know that he was faking his accident? You never mentioned that before."Quickly covering his tracks, Sam responded, "I've been investigating him for awhile now Logan. There's a mole in my group, someone leaked the information. I thought you should know."Concerned, Logan asked, "What are you planning to do about it?""I'm telling you so you can be aware. Are you free? We need to discuss this properly," Sam suggested.But Logan, still recovering from the beating he took last time, replied, "I can't walk
Mr Clarkson, desperation in his tone, begged, "Logan, please, stop. There has to be another way."But Logan, standing up angrily, attempted to leave. Suddenly, his grandfather called for his guards. "Guards! Escort my grandson upstairs. He's not feeling quite well today."Logan, bewildered, protested, "What are you doing? You can't keep me here! I'm not a minor, and I have rights!"But the guards, following orders, guided Logan upstairs. One of them, sympathetically, whispered as soon as they he was in saying, "Get well soon, Logan," before locking the door behind him.Inside the room, Logan banged on the door, frustration evident. "Let me out! I need to save her! I will sue you all! Especially you Baton!"His pleas fell on deaf ears as he found himself confined, the weight of the situation sinking in. Meanwhile, downstairs, his grandfather and Sam exchanged worried glances, both realizing the gravity of the impending clash. The fate of Aella hung in the balance, and the struggle betw
Logan woke up groggily, the previous night's celebration still lingering in his mind. Glancing at his phone, he was startled to find 36 missed calls from Baton. Wondering what could be so urgent, he dialed back, his irritation evident.As Baton picked up, Logan couldn't help but yell. "Jesus Christ Baton! 36 missed calls? What's so important?"Baton's voice was tense in response saying, "Logan, where were you last night?"Logan, defensive, shot back, "Why would I report to you, Baton. It's none of your business. It's not like you are my father."Baton, cutting to the chase, explained, "There's a problem, Logan. You know, you didn't want to listen yesterday, so i thought that it was too dangerous for you to move around alone. I ordered my guys to follow you. They informed me that you were seeing someone, followed you all the way home and now, the girl you were with is missing currently."But Logan, dismissing the concern, retorted, "What do you mean? You don't know that? You're wrong.
Logan's phone buzzed, and his face lit up as he saw Aella's name on the screen. He answered, "Hey, Aella! What's up?"Aella's voice conveyed excitement, "Logan, I saw the news! You're amazing! I don't know... I want to celebrate with you!"Grinning, Logan replied, "Thanks, Aella! I'd love to celebrate. Any particular place in mind?"Aella teased, "Nope, you decide. It's your moment!"After a moment of thought, Logan suggested, "How about the old canteen? You know, where I used to work. It has a special vibe."Aella agreed, "Perfect! I'll meet you there in two hours. Can't wait!"As they both hung up, Logan's mind raced with anticipation. Logan dashed outside, waving down a cab with an eagerness that couldn't be contained. Jumping into the cab, the driver couldn't help but notice the sheer joy radiating from Logan's face.The cab driver, curious, couldn't help but ask. "You look like you're on top of the world! Date night, huh?"Logan, grinning ear to ear, shook his head. "Nah, not a
The entry of Mr. Clarkson into the board meeting room caused a stir among the members. Shocked murmurs spread like wildfire, and Mr. Winston, the leader of the faction aiming to replace the chairman, hastily approached Mr. Clarkson, feigning surprise."Mr. Clarkson! We thought you were... well, we heard..."Mr. Clarkson, maintaining his calm attitude, replied, "Heard what, Winston? That I was dead? I'm glad to see your concern for my well-being. Why is everyone gathered here today?"Winston stuttered, trying to compose himself. "We're having a meeting to get things in order. Everything hasn't been the same since your disappearance."But Logan sniffled, catching on to the pretense. He glanced at the presentation on the hall's TV screen, the topic being displayed titled, "Leadership Transition: Appointing a New Chairman and CEO"With a wry smile, Logan remarked in response, "Get things in order, you say? Replacing the chairman and CEO, huh?"Winston swallowed nervously, realizing that t
As Logan agreed to the DNA test, his grandfather, Mr. Clarkson, wasted no time. He instructed Baton to bring in the doctor, a trusted individual who had been part of their lives for years. The doctor entered, exchanging pleasantries with Logan before turning to the task at hand."Logan," the doctor explained, "we're going to take a sample for a DNA test. It's a simple process, and the results will be ready in a day or two."Logan, though slightly uneasy about the procedure, nodded in agreement. The doctor carefully collected the necessary samples, emphasizing the significance of the test and its potential impact on their lives.Later that evening, Logan bid his grandfather goodbye, heading home with Baton. However, a twist awaited him in as he got home. As soon as he got home, he found himself removed from the secret online group, he had been part of for with the board members for a while now. It seemed they believed he had aligned with Sam earlier, casting doubt on his identity as M
As the evening sun cast long shadows across the city, Logan sat in his dimly lit living room, the television flickering with breaking news. The somber tone of the reporter echoed through the room, announcing the police's hunt for Sam in connection with the tragic deaths of Mr. Clarkson's son and daughter-in-law, alongside the mysterious disappearance of two members of the company's board.Logan clenched his fists, a mix of shock and anger on his face, as he muttered to himself, "Stupid cops, they let him escape?"The reporter continued, "Authorities are urging anyone with information about Sam's whereabouts to come forward. If you have any details, please contact the local police immediately."Unable to bear it any longer, Logan stormed out of his living room in anger, creating chaos in his room and turning everything upsidedown. His bodyguards, T-bone and Pete, were left startled by the sudden outburst, wondering what had provoked him.Meanwhile, Sam bunked with his old partners in c
Sam, fueled by frustration and betrayal, paced angrily in his living room, his mind clouded by the unexpected resistance from Logan. The weight of the situation pressed on him, leading him to seek solace in the bottom of a bottle. He stormed into his house, heading straight to the fridge and uncorking a bottle of alcohol.As Sam drowned his vexation in the numbing embrace of liquor, Mr. Patrick, returning to the sitting room, was taken aback by the sight. He approached Sam with concern, questioning, "Sam, what are you doing?"Sam, in a state of inebriation, sneered, "Seems like we'll have to revisit the past, Patrick."Perplexed, Mr. Patrick asked, "Revisit the past? What do you mean?"Sam, his words slurring, reminded him, "Remember how we took down Mr. Clarkson's family years ago? Well, it's time to do it again. His grandson, Logan, is a stumbling block. I gave him a chance to live, but he's so stubborn like his father."Attempting get more out of this, Mr. Patrick queried, "Why now
As Sam returned home, a self-satisfied grin adorned his face, believing he had successfully manipulated Logan into submission. Mr. Patrick, his reluctant accomplice, noticed the elation and couldn't help but inquire, "What's up, Sam? You seem pretty pleased. Got some good news?"Sam, reveling in his perceived triumph, downplayed the situation, replying, "Ah, nothing much happened. Just some smooth sailing."Unconvinced, Mr. Patrick pressed further, "Come on, Sam. You can share the good news with me. We're in this together, right?"But Sam persisted, maintaining his air of mystery, "Nothing worth sharing, Patrick. Just routine business."Despite Sam's evasive response, Mr. Patrick reassured him afterwards saying, "Well, I spoke with Baton. He understands the need to keep things clean from now on. No more messy work."Sam, pleased with the assurance, nodded. "Good. We can't afford any unnecessary attention. Baton needs to stick to the plan and stop leaving clues for the cops."The follo
The denial in Mr. Clarkson's eyes lingered, a stubborn refusal to accept the harsh reality that Logan presented. Determined to provide irrefutable evidence, Logan embarked on a mission to extract a confession from Sam himself.Later in the day, within the confines of Baton's compound, Logan convened a meeting with his newfound partners, Baton and Mr. Patrick. As they lounged in a secluded area, drinks in hand, Logan outlined his plan."We need a confession from Sam," Logan declared, his eyes meeting the gaze of Baton and Mr. Patrick. "Otherwise, granddad won't believe anything without solid proof. I think you should raise a discussion relating to this Patrick. Try to extract information from Sam yourself."Mr. Patrick, hesitating, voiced his concerns, "Sam is no fool Logan. If I dare bring up such a topic, he'll surely get very suspicious and might start thinking that I'm trying to extract information from him and must be recording. He's very cunny like that."Baton, leaning back in h