Pascal turned off the engine when he got to the interception; he was meant to find the person who asked to meet him. It was a quiet road in the middle of nowhere.Though he knew he could take care of himself, the doubt still lingered. Pascal hadn't told anyone that he was meeting them. Barely one minute after his arrival there, a black SUV parked before him.He startled back, watching from a safe distance as some men began to descend the vehicle. They were book-accurate "Men in Black." All clad in black suits and formidable black sunglasses.Reaching for his pocket, Pascal held his gun firmly in case anything happened that he didn't expect. The men approached him, their formation posing no threat."Mr Pascal?" One of them asked. Pascal inhaled deeply, unsure of where this led to."Yes, that's me," He responded, diving into the enigma this situation seemed to appear as. "Who am I meeting?"They glanced at each other before turning back to him. "Our boss. You'd have to come with us."D
Pascal moved back to his seat upon Donavan's request. It was all tangled in his head, and he wished to get to the bottom of it quickly."I knew this was needed," Donavan commented as he brought out another picture and handed it to Pascal, who was more than eager to see what it contained.It was a group picture, white and black, that contained literally everyone in the Lionheart family, including he and his mother. Oliver was there, and so was his father and Isaiah— Oliver's grandfather. At the left hand of it, by the extreme, was also Donavan. He looked way younger in the picture."Here," Donavan pointed to a woman in the picture. "There she is, your mother…"They were together. His mother stood next to a man who had his hands wrapped around her. That was Pascal's father, undoubtedly. The truth was becoming clearer, yet it didn't get easier."How did you get this picture?" Pascal asked as he continued to look at it. He'd seen childhood pictures of himself, although he didn't remember
Pascal, fidgeting with the edge of his napkin, looked up as Mia approached, a subtle smile playing on his lips despite the turmoil within.He'd been waiting for her at the outdoor restaurant that she picked, though he initiated the meeting. There was a lot on his mind that he needed Mia for. "Hey, Mia," he greeted, standing up to pull out a chair for her. "It's been a while."Mia, dressed in a chic yet professional outfit, returned the smile as she took a seat. "I'm sorry I'm late, Pascal. Work's been crazy lately." She sighed. "You need to see the amount of files on my table!""No worries," Pascal replied, waving off her apology. "I get it. Life can be hectic."As they exchanged pleasantries, tension lingered within him. Pascal couldn't shake the weight of the recent revelations about his family, but he pushed it aside for the moment. He'd bring it up at the right time, and it definitely wasn't now.They exchanged pleasantries, and Mia was eager to catch up. After a brief pause,
Pascal's phone rang with an urgency that jolted him from his reverie. It was Donavan on the other end, his voice carrying a sense of excitement. Without wasting a moment, Pascal rushed to Donavan's home, his mind buzzing with possibilities of what Donovan had to say to him. It was most likely related to Oliver, and that was the only information Pascal needed at the moment.As he arrived, Donovan greeted him with a grin that hinted at some hidden agenda. "Pascal, I've got something to show you. Follow me.""It better be Oliver's head," Pascal spat, and Donavan chuckled."Trust me, it's better."Curiosity mixed with confusion on Pascal's face as he trailed Donovan. They drove for about thirty minutes.They arrived at a mansion, almost the same size as Donovan's. It was one of the biggest he's seen in a while, its stance imposing. Pascal glanced at Donovan, seeking an explanation for this unexpected visit.But before he could utter a word, Donovan handed him a bunch of keys, a glint of
As Oliver delved into a pile of paperwork, Bill entered the room, holding a strange envelope."Mr. Oliver, a courier dropped this off for you," Bill announced, extending the envelope toward Oliver. "No return address, just a contact number at the back."Oliver raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He took the letter from Bill, the weight of its contents apparent even before he opened it. Breaking the seal, he began to read, and his expression shifted from mild curiosity to awe.The kind of awe he hadn't felt in a long time. Who was behind this? That was the first question that popped into Oliver's mind.Bill, noticing the change in Oliver's demeanor, couldn't help but glance over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the letter. As Oliver finished reading, he handed it to Bill, who scanned its contents, unable to hold back his curiosity.It was a letter containing all kinds of threats. It was an old trick in the book, but whoever wrote it took it up a notch. They were raging as the
Oliver waited impatiently in his office, anticipating Pascal's arrival. He was the next and only person he could cooperate with to dig up information on this Donavan person.Pascal had access to a wide array of information due to his line of work. After a while of waiting, a knock came to his door, and Oliver ushered him in. He could immediately tell that it was Pascal."Thanks for coming, Pascal," Oliver said, gesturing for him to take a seat. "We need to talk."Pascal obliged, settling into the chair. He had a pretty good idea of what Oliver wanted to talk about. "Work had me tied down. Sorry, I couldn't come earlier.""I understand." Oliver, with a serious expression, began, "There's someone new in the picture, Pascal. A guy named Donavan. He's been trying to rile me up, make me believe there's another heir to the Lionheart group."Pascal feigned surprise, his eyes widening. "Donavan?* He scoffed. "We both know it's impossible to have an heir. Do you remember having any siblings?"
Viktor's secretary cautiously entered his office to relay a message, disrupting the peace Viktor had been enjoying in the cool evening.He knocked twice before opening the door, and Viktor ushered him in, prying his gaze from the newspaper. "Boss, there's a guy named Donavan waiting in the lobby. He claims he's got something important to share with you," the secretary expressed hurriedly.Viktor looked up, stoically, his brows quirked. "Is he someone we know? A new client, maybe?" He'd been getting a lot of new clients ever since he took over the company from Gianna.The secretary shook his head. "I can't tell. He'd only reveal his identity fully when he sees you. That's what he said."Viktor thought about it for a while before he nodded for Donavan to be ushered in. As the door swung open, Donavan entered with an air of confidence, his sharp eyes assessing the room and Viktor in one sweeping glance. The secretary carefully stepped out, leaving the two men alone. Viktor scanned D
Donavan's visit had Viktor partially intrigued, that a man would be willing to risk his life and fight against Oliver. He was pretty sure Donavan had no idea who the town worked, but he undoubtedly made a good argument.If he really did have an heir, then Oliver might be facing his biggest adversary yet. He turned in his seat, deep in his thoughts, as he tried to find ways to take advantage of the situation. Viktor thought if he was able to uncover Donavan's secret weapon— the so-called heir, then he might be able to use that to his advantage. A sly smile crept up his face as he reached for his phone on the table before him.There was only one person who could make it easier for him. Donavan dialed Tom's number, a policeman under his paycheck. He was one that wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Tom was a kind of vermin, a parasite too, who would go to lengths to ensure everything worked for his good.If Viktor could convince Tom into working with him, then it was half a done deal a