As Mr. Shawn sat on the plush sofa, swirling his wine in the glass, he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of disbelief that washed over him. With a flick of his hand, he reached for the TV remote, his curiosity piqued by the prospect of uncovering the latest developments in the world outside his opulent sanctuary. As the television screen flickered to life, illuminating the dimly lit room with its vibrant colors, Mr. Shawn leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the news headline scrolling across the screen. To his astonishment, it wasn't his face plastered on the screen or the sensationalized tale of his daring escape from the clutches of the law. Instead, it was a story about the Young Company, a rival corporation that had somehow managed to evade the turmoil engulfing his own empire. Mr. Shawn's brow furrowed in confusion as he listened intently to the news anchor's report, his mind racing to comprehend how the Young Company had managed to weather the storm unscathed. It was inc
"I see you've taken precautions," Jane remarked, her gaze flickering to the bouncers stationed outside the office. "It's a wise move, given the circumstances. We can't afford to let our guard down, especially now that we've crossed paths with Mr. Shawn."Mr. Dwayne nodded solemnly, his expression betraying a hint of concern. "Indeed," he agreed. "We must remain vigilant in the face of potential threats. But with your assistance, I have no doubt we can weather whatever storm may come our way."Jane's lips curved into a small smile, her confidence unwavering. "Of course," she replied. "And to further ensure your safety, I'll arrange for a team of highly trained professionals to provide additional security. They'll blend in seamlessly with the crowd, but rest assured, they'll be watching over you every step of the way."Mr. Dwayne's expression relaxed slightly at the news, a sense of relief washing over him. "Thank you, Ariel," he said gratefully. "Your support means more to me than you
"Okay, that's good to hear," Jane said with a sense of relief. "I'll inform my team, and they'll begin the underground operation. We need to move swiftly and gather reliable intel as soon as possible. With Mr. Shawn on the run, he could strike at us at any moment. You and Clinton will be his primary targets for the time being, but don't worry, I've got your security covered. The guards I've provided will ensure your safety and protection."Jane paused, her eyes scanning the surroundings before focusing back on Mr. Dwayne. "We can't let our guards down, not even for a moment. Mr. Shawn is desperate and unpredictable. But with our combined efforts, I'm confident we'll get the upper hand soon enough."With that, Jane turned and left the courtroom, leaving Mr. Dwayne to ponder the gravity of the situation and the measures being taken to ensure their safety. The sound of her heels echoing down the hallway was a reminder of the urgency and importance of their mission.Jane pulled into the d
The mafia boy didn't flinch. He knew the stakes were high, and their mission couldn't be compromised. With a final glance at the lawyer, he continued his search, scouring the crowded hallway for any sign of the real Anthony. The hunt was far from over, and he wouldn't rest until their target was found.The mafia boy, who had just apprehended one of the Anthonys, received a call from the group leader, inquiring about his location within the building. "I've got one of them," he replied, "but it's not the right one. I need to find the other two before they escape."The group leader's voice was firm and commanding. "Alright, regroup and spread out again. We need to cover more ground. The other two Anthonys could be anywhere in the building, and we can't let them slip away."With that, the mafia boy swiftly ended the call and rejoined his comrades, who had fanned out across the crowded hallway. They moved with purpose, their eyes scanning the sea of faces, searching for any sign of their t
But just as he was about to exit the building, a commotion erupted behind him. The blood of the lawyer who had been hit by the first Mafia boy had begun to roll across the floor, and another lawyer had spotted it, raising an alarm. The building was suddenly in chaos, with people screaming and running in all directions.Panic set in as everyone scrambled to get out of the building, talking frantically on their phones and rushing to safety. The Mafia boy knew he had to act fast, or risk being caught. He quickened his pace, pushing through the crowds and finally bursting out of the exit door into the cool night air.He didn't stop running until he reached the prearranged meeting point, where the other Mafia boys were waiting for him. They quickly transferred the lawyer's body into a waiting van, and sped off into the night, leaving behind a trail of chaos and confusion.The lawyer's family would never see him again, and the Drake company would soon find itself at the center of a deadly s
After a moment, Lawyer Anthony looked up from the computer screen, his eyes fixed on Jane. "I'm done with the typing, Miss Jane," he said, his voice firm but nervous. "It's time for the printing, please. Could you send me some A4 paper?"Jane leaned in to read what he had typed, her eyes scanning the documents quickly. Then, she nodded and took over, doing the printing herself. As the papers emerged from the printer, she handed them to Lawyer Anthony, who began to review them carefully."And where is he supposed to sign?" Jane asked, her eyes scanning the documents.Lawyer Anthony looked up, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Who is he? I thought you were the one signing," he said, his brow furrowed.Jane shook her head, her eyes locked on Gunther, who was watching the scene with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "No, it's not me," she said, her voice firm. "It's him."She pointed to Gunther, who raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. Lawyer Anthony's eyes widened in surpris
Jane's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through Gunther's defenses. "Come on, stop deceiving yourself," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "You know who you are, Gunther. You're the richest person in the country. If you want her, you would get her to leave with you. Or do you just want to play around with her, get intimate, and that's all?"Gunther's face darkened, his jaw clenched in response. "You don't understand, Jane. It's not that simple. I can't just buy love or affection. And even if I could, I wouldn't want to. I'm not that kind of person."Jane raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Really? Then what kind of person are you, Gunther? The kind who lets fear and doubt hold them back from true connection? The kind who settles for superficial relationships because they're afraid to dive deeper?"Gunther's eyes flashed with anger, but Jane could see the hint of truth in her words. She knew she had struck a nerve, and she pressed on, her voice softening."Listen, Gunther.
"I've missed you, Debra," he said, his voice low and husky, filled with a longing that was hard to ignore. "We haven't really had time to talk well after school, you know. Everyone has been trying to figure out their life, find their place in the world. I guess this was the right time for us to meet again, to reconnect and see where life has taken us."Debra's gaze never wavered, her eyes still locked on Gunther's, searching for any sign of insincerity. But all she saw was a deep regret, a genuine longing to make amends and start anew. She nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper."I've missed you too, Gunther. I've thought about you often, wondered what could have been if we had stayed in touch."Gunther's face lit up with a soft smile, his eyes sparkling with hope. "I've thought about that too, Debra. I've thought about what I did, how I hurt you, and I'm so sorry. I want to make it right, to show you that I'm not that same person anymore."Debra's expression softened, her he