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
Donavan's men hesitated as they delivered the news, their heads glued to the ground and tongues too heavy to convey their failure."Boss, there was a cop, Tom, snooping around the casino. He was asking questions about you," The one who led the group relayed, leaving a reasonable distance between him and Donavan. Donavan's face contorted into a scowl, his frustration obvious. "A cop?" He mouthed, tasting the word. "Did you catch him?"One of his men shifted uncomfortably before replying, "No, boss. He had backup, and they managed to slip away. We're sorry."Donavan's anger erupted. "Incompetence! I can't afford any slip-ups, and you fools let a cop waltz in and out of here freely. Find him, and make sure he doesn't interfere with my plans!"As the men rushed to rectify their mistake, Donavan seethed with irritation, squirming in his seat. It was infuriating to be involved with a cop.Cursing under his breath, he paced the room, brooding over the unexpected intrusion of law enforcement
Pascal's attitude didn't sit well with Tom. He might be corrupt, but he was still a cop, and he knew something was fishy. Pascal had been impulsive enough to put a target on his back; now Tom was hellbent on finding out why he'd tried to stray him off of Donavan.The first few days of following him yielded no good results, but it was quite visible that Pascal wasn't innocent in all of this. Any cop involved with Oliver Lionheart could never be termed as innocent.Behind his wheels, he had his eyes keen on Pascal's car. Tom sighed, hoping that this hunch of his wasn't a waste of time. What if he'd missed something, and Pascal wasn't the right person to follow?Then again, Tom's deduction skills were one of the things he had the most faith in. It had brought him that far in the agency, and if he wasn't good enough as a cop, Viktor wouldn't have trusted him with this mission.He leaned against the steering wheel as he parked his car just a few blocks away from the building that Pascal h
The tall gates of Oliver's estate resisted Viktor's initial attempts to gain entry. The security, stern-faced and unyielding, stood in the way, demanding an explanation for his visit.Oliver had instructed them never to let Viktor in as he was rarely ever up to say good. Viktor, unfazed, responded that he carried crucial information that Oliver couldn't afford to ignore. "Tell him I'm here to talk about Donavan. That should help him rethink his decision."After a brief deliberation, the security reluctantly conveyed Viktor's presence to Oliver. It wasn't an easy decision, as Viktor wore deception on his sleeves every moment of the day, but Oliver took a leap of faith. It was his territory, anyway.Moments later, Viktor found himself being ushered into Oliver's mansion. The air was thick with tension as he faced Oliver, who, seated behind a grand desk, wore a look of impatience.Just as expected. Viktor made his way across the room and stood before Oliver, his hands tucked in his pock
It wasn't an apartment per se. It was a single garage in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but greens and the toe-coiling sounds of crickets. Mia stiffened against the wheel after she'd been instructed to turn off the engine.Her assailant was still unknown and Mia's stomach dropped countless times over. Fear crept up her skin in bumps, and the cold wind against her face was inexplicable torture.She had no way out of this hole, and the distance was an impossible trek to the city. It dawned on her that she'd been screwed over. This was one of the reasons Oliver had always wanted her to move around with bodyguards.Hopping out of the seat with the gun still pointed behind her, ordering her into the house. No matter how hard she racked her brain, no means of escape occurred to her. She hadn't even been able to get a clear look at whoever it was.Nothing felt right.Finally, she entered the large space. It was empty enough to carry her echoing footsteps through its walls, ampl