Jett's mind raced as he tried to process Riley's sudden transformation from a humble maid to a woman of wealth and power. He was both amazed and baffled by her newfound luxury, sensing there was more to her story than met the eye.Unable to contain his curiosity, Jett's excitement bubbled to the surface, his lips curling into a questioning smile as he asked, "Riley, Cynthia's maid, what is happening? Who sent you on this errand?"Riley's smirk was self-assured as she replied, "This was all mine," her tone dripping with confidence and pride."How... how did you..." Jett's words faltered, his mind struggling to grasp the sudden change in Riley's circumstances.Closing the distance between them, Riley spoke with conviction, "I am not a mere observer. When I was with Cynthia, I observed everything she did, how she managed her business, how she made strategic decisions. I absorbed it all.""So, you became suddenly rich with just your knowledge? Don't bullshit me," Jett's frustration seeped
Harry staggered to his feet, his pride wounded and his body aching from Mlynar's swift retaliation. He knew better than to attempt another attack, realizing that Mlynar would easily overpower him."Don't think you'll get away with this. I'm coming back for both of you," Harry threatened, his voice dripping with venom as Oliver assisted him to leave the scene.As Harry limped away, Mlynar returned to his seat, and Cellinina applauded him, impressed by his swift response. "Wow, that was great. You remind me of the old times," she remarked, a hint of excitement in her voice."I guess trouble follows us wherever we go," Mlynar joked, and they both shared a laugh, momentarily forgetting the tension of the situation.Their laughter was abruptly interrupted by a deliberate cough from beside them. They turned to see Zhing standing there, a serious expression on his face."What a coincidence seeing the both of you here," Zhing remarked, accepting Mlynar's handshake with a firm grip before turn
Mr. Nearl walked out of the room and went straight to the dark cave with a burning stick as a fire. He went deeper and deeper, then stopped and turned around."You can come out now," Mr. Nearl said as the cave echoed, then an image formed in front of him.A man (description will not be mentioned for suspense reasons).Mr. Nearl frowned as he saw him, he clenched his fist and dashed at him. "Why are you back? You told me you would not return.""I returned to make things right. You are doing nothing but leading the Nearl family to peril," the man said with his thick voice.Mr. Nearl sneered at him, "It is none of your business. You vowed never to come back, why now?""I am here for my son. I want to take him back to the wasteland," the man told him.Mr. Nearl could not help but laugh out very loud. "Oh! You think Mlynar will recognize you and accept you as his father?""I just want to see my son. I will talk to him. I am sure he will accept. There are many things waiting for him in the w
Mlynar held the affected area, feeling the searing pain as if the world was crumbling before him. The bullet had something in it, and he slumped to the ground in agony.Jasmine sauntered over slowly, a sneer playing on his lips. "You can't survive this," he taunted. Cellino and Lapland could only watch in horror, unable to intervene.With a wink at them, Jasmine bid them farewell. "Good day. Take care," he said before walking away, leaving them in shock."Mlynar!" Cellinina cried out as she rushed to his side, cradling his head in her arms. It was evident that Mlynar was dying, and he vomited blood once more."No, no! Call an ambulance!" Cellinina pleaded tearfully, her heart breaking at the sight. Lapland quickly dialed her phone, but Mlynar signaled for her to stop."You're dying. What can you do?" Cellinina yelled, tears streaming down her face as she looked at him helplessly. Mlynar took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then opened his palm, uttering something unintelligible.Su
Riley entered the room dressed in exquisite blue blouse attire, heel black shoes, every detail meticulously chosen to match her beauty. Cynthia, taken aback by Riley's stunning appearance, couldn't help but wowed at the transformation before her. “Do you see a ghost?” she said, a warm smile gracing her lips as she offered a handshake towards Riley. ‘I see a remarkable transformation,” Cynthia said, her eyes lighting up with delight as she took in Riley's hand. “Please, take a seat,” she offered, indicating a plush armchair by the window. Riley gracefully lowered herself onto the seat, the fabric soft beneath her fingertips. ‘Funny how you are now treating me with respect,’ she remarked, a hint of amusement in her voice. ‘That is how it is meant to be, because you are no longer my employer,'’ Cynthia replied, her tone reflective of her open-mindedness. Riley nodded, enjoying the moment, the lady in front of her, she once treated her with respect. ‘Okay, that is great... I know y
"Harry", Cynthia uttered his name back, harry chuckled as he embraced Cynthia and gave her a big hug. Although, she was inconvenienced by it, she accepted the hug, truly, she had missed him. The hug took so long, that Cynthia grasped for air before he could leave her."Cynthia!", He hauled her name once again.Cynthia put on a weak smile, "Harry, king time"."Long time indeed, Cynthia, I am sorry, that time I was forced to cut all my contact so I could concentrate, I didn't do it intentionally", he claimed."But you should have found a way, that is almost 20 years", Cynthia murmured."Yeah, but remember what we promised each other that no matter how long it is, we will wait, now I am back for you Cynthia", Harry said, smiling bashfully."Iuh..", is only what Cynthia could say. Mlynar approached them and stood beside Cynthia."You know him?", He asked."Yes, he is my best friend then, before we lost contact", Cynthia simply put it. Harry frowned, his face confused, "what are you sayi
In a dark room, men sat in a circular formation, with a long square table between them, representing the business world. An organization where members had the opportunity to become big and popular in return for their contributions. They eliminated anyone who was a threat to them and ruled over entire parts of the states. Their chairman was Mr. Eminem.Within the organization, there were some subgroups, with the most popular being the warrior organization. In this organization, there were all cultivators, skilled in martial arts and using their powers to cause wars, such as the near family war.They were in the middle of a meeting, and Mr. Eminem began, “This meeting is based on three different problems. The first is about that man from the near family who keeps causing problems wherever he is. He even nearly killed me, Mlynar, or whatever his name is.”In the meeting was Harry, who added, “Yes, he is annoying. Even during my short period here, I have encountered him. He keeps appearin
"Tell me this isn't you," Cellinian said, her voice trembling with intensity as she locked eyes with Mr. Cain. Jasmine spread out his hand as a sword formed, the metallic gleam catching the dim light of the room; Mlynar did his own also as he gesture. a swift, fluid motion and his heavenly sword appeared in his hand. The tension hung in the air as they both locked eyes.Mr. Cain, because of Jasmine, have the audacity to retort back, "He deserved to die, your family just wants to end the Saluzzo family, so I did the right thing'," Mr. Cain's voice echoed in the silence, his tone dripping with defiance."The right thing?" Cellinina's voice rose incredulously, her eyes narrowing as she struggled to comprehend the audacity of Mr. Cain's words."Yes, just as the right thing I am doing right now. I want to remove all your tyranny from the rule and give it to the rightful owner," Mr. Cain declared, his finger at Jasmine, who stood tall beside him Cellinina shot Jasmine a worried glance,