The fifth man who was behind Zachary yelled out; his voice was quivering.“Die, just die, you bastard!!!”He directed his knife at Zachary and ran quickly, knowing this was the only chance he had.But Zachary turned in time with a well-timed strike, disarming him with a single punch to the wrist, causing him to drop his weapon before landing a devastating punch on his face that broke his cheek and fell to the ground without moving.The sixth, seventh, and eighth men closed in knowing they must attack together if they wanted to stand a chance. Each brandishing their own deadly weapons, Zachary remained focused, his movements a blur of speed and precision as he dispatched them one by one with well-placed punches to vulnerable areas of their bodies.They were all on the ground, lifeless.At the moment, the rest of the guys gaze at each other; none of them wants to attack any longer. This is beyond them, immediately they drop their weapons and run away, leaving the boss behind.His legs
Marcus immediately left the scene. He walked to where the cab was parked and entered before letting his hand off ivy eyes. If he had known, he would have kept Ivy at the suite.Only God knows what would have happened if Zachary wasn't there and what he would have done.However, what he saw Zachary did keeps flashing in his head: how did Zachary kill those men with just one punch, he's a monster, or no wonder he's his father's personal bodyguard; he's not ordinary.Marcus was still in thought when Ivy spoke.“Daddy, you promised to buy me ice cream if followed you.”Marcus gazed at Ivy. He managed to smile at her, knowing things were not alright. He wanted to know who sent those men after him and Ivy, but he was sure it's between Wesley and Samuel. Could it be that it's Edward? He must have been the one that set those men after him and Ivy. Edward left in tears. That must have been the reason he called the gang boss with his real number. He must have forgotten to use his hidden numb
Hazel was still surprised; knowing Ivy doesn't lie did Marcus really bought a car for her. How did he do that?Hazel was still full of thought when Ivy uttered; she remembered the price now.“Mummy, it's 10 million dollars, and Daddy paid.”Hazel stopped immediately as she gazed at Ivy with a disbelieving look on her face. She immediately laughed inside, knowing that it wasn't possible Ivy must have heard the wrong words.Marcus doesn't have enough money to spend on a car.She just nodded, agreeing to what Ivy said.“Okay, fine, let's go check it out. I hope it's beautiful.”Ivy nods.Not long after they arrived at the car garage, Hazel's eyes immediately caught Bryan standing next to a car. The car beauty immediately caught Hazel's attention; she just couldn't get her eyes off it.However, she gazes around to see if she will see the car Marcus is talking about. At that moment, Ivy pointed at the Bugatti Chiron Profile.“Mummy, that's the car.”Hazel immediately gazed in the direct
Mason, at that moment, tried to force the knife even deeper, Marcus managed to hold his hands, knowing he would just die immediately if the knife get any deeper. Nothing was running through his mind at that moment, but to survive, he started blaming himself. He knows it was about Crown High School. That is why Mason wants to calm his life. If he had known, he would have just told Robert to do everything himself. Mason must have recognized his voice.Marcus started blaming himself if he had known he would have acquired the school in different ways.Mason's eyes became even more deadly; the fool is still resisting he should just allowed him to put him out of his miserable life quietly. He yelled at Marcus.“You damn bastard, you deserve to die. After everything you have done, you must die!!”Marcus struggled with Mason; he couldn't push him away. He's lacking strength already; he can't keep this up any longer.Marcus's mind raced with confusion and fear as he struggled to comprehend t
The master personal assistant bows to the master.“ Sir, Aaron just called”The master stopped what he was doing to give him a listening ear.The personal assistant went straight to the point.“He said his son has taken care of the man who bought the school.”The master gazed at him.“How!! ”“His son stabbed him; he said the man is dead.”The look on the master's face tells his assistant everything he needs to know.“Make sure you clear this mess.”The personal assistant worked out, knowing the master had just given him an instruction.Aaron was seated comfortably, waiting for Mason. He should have been here by now. He has nothing to worry about. He has already called the master personal assistant, and he's going to clear his mess.It has been 30 minutes already, and Mason is still not back. He decided to call him when one of his maids entered. She bows her head and utters.“Sir, someone is outside requesting to see you; he said he's the master personal assistant.”Aaron's eyes opene
Mason was still yelling at the police car that stopped in front of him when a group of police cars from different corners blocked Mason's escape route.Mason was in shock as he was rounded in different corners by police cars blocking his path. His heart raced as he surveyed the scene, and his fear deepened when he looked up, and seeing three helicopters circling overhead. His mind raced with questions.This can't be because of the bastard he killed. He's useless. Why are the police just wasting their time? They can't touch him, not when the master is backing him.However, he still doesn't understand any of this. Could it be that the master has not made his move yet? His stomach is churning with anxiety. Why would there be so many police vehicles? What had happened? Fear gripped him as he realized he was trapped. He can't drive to his father's house now; he has been surrounded by an overwhelming police force. It's as if they are acting in a movie. The flashing lights and buzzing ro
Mason's eyes widen a little. He knows that it isn't possible his father can't be dead. Someone he just spoke with over 30 minutes ago is saying he's dead. They must be kidding. It seems the chief is just playing with his emotions.His voice was bitter as he uttered.“You think you can use such tricks on me; it would not work. I already see through your plans you want me to be scared, but let me tell you, it would not work. I know my father is on his way here already. All of you will be sorry.”the chief gazes at Mason with dead eyes as he utters.“Do I look like someone who will use such tricks on you? I just told you what happened. Your father was murdered not long ago. You can call someone else if you have any.”Mason gazes at the chief; he doesn't seem like someone who is kidding. Could it be something happened to his father? Is that the reason he's not answering his calls? He quickly deleted the thought, knowing that is not possible. The chief is professional; they know her t
Mason tried to struggle with Robert, but he was in handcuffs and couldn't do much. He still managed to struggle, but Robert continued to smack his head on the table.Blood started coming out of Mason's face, and he managed to get his head free from Robert's grasp. He voiced out.“You damn bastard, what do you think you're doing? How dare you lay your hand on me? Who the hell do you think you're?”Mason was still bitter about his father's death, and this fool decided to lay his useless hands on him. He saw the blood dripping from his nose. He knew his face was messed up already.He yelled at Robert.“You bastard, let me tell you.You just messed with the wrong person. Just because you have money, you think you can be compared to my master. Just one phone call to him, and you and the useless chief will be on your knees begging for mercy.”Robert just gazes at Mason; what he just received is just the beginning. Soon he would open his mouth, but words would refuse to come out.However,