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REGAN RAY UNBOWED Chapter Ten
Regan finally arrived home, the echoes of Mr. Roger's cryptic pronouncements swirling in his mind, a strange counterpoint to the day's heavy despair. "Remember the name Roger Corporations..." The words were an odd comfort, a spark of possibility in the darkness. He shrugged off his jacket and sank into the worn cushions of his favorite armchair, intending to clear his head. But exhaustion claimed him swiftly, pulling him into a deep slumber.The shrill ring of his phone jolted him awake. Sunlight streamed through the grimy window, painting the familiar squalor of his living room in harsh detail. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his neck stiff and protesting from the awkward angle of his doze. The caller ID showed "Jeff.""Regan, man, you okay?" Jeff's voice crackled through the speaker. "We need to meet, strategize. You said you wanted to hit back at Alfred, right? Anny and I have been cooking up something."Regan groaned, the weight of his problems crashing down on him anew. "Yeah,
REGAN RAY UNBOWED Chapter Eleven
Regan stared at the neatly wrapped box, a wave of nervous anticipation washing over him. He'd found it tucked away in his late mother's belongings, a relic of a past shrouded in secrets. With trembling hands, he brushed away the layer of dust, each grain a tiny whisper of lost time. Hesitation warred with a desperate need for answers. Finally, driven by an insatiable curiosity, he tore into the wrapping paper, his fingers fumbling with the edges. Inside, nestled on a bed of faded velvet, lay two photographs, a ring, and a letter. The letter, yellowed with age, bore his mother's familiar handwriting, a poignant reminder of her absence. A lump formed in his throat. He picked up the first photograph. It was a picture of a young couple, radiant with happiness. His eyes widened in disbelief. The man in the photo… it was him. Or rather, it was a man who looked exactly like him, a younger, vibrant version of himself. He looked closer, tracing the man's features. It was his father. The fath
REGAN RAY UNBOWED Chapter Twelve
He sat there for a long time, lost in his grief and confusion. Finally, as the first rays of dawn pierced through the darkness, he wiped away his tears, a newfound resolve hardening his features. He had a purpose now, a mission. He would find his father, he would connect with his grandfather, and he would bring Alfred to justice.Carefully, he folded the letter and placed it back in the box, along with the photographs and the ring.Then, his gaze fell upon a small, velvet-lined box he hadn't noticed before, tucked away in the corner of the wooden box. He opened it, revealing a gold pocket watch. It looked old, expensive, and strangely familiar. Even without opening it , the picture of his dad was a great image to stare at .As he stared at the watch , his memory recalls to the beautiful days when his dad was still with him , a sudden tear drops from his eyes.As he stared at the watch , the door suddenly opens , "Alfred sends his regards " A man voice speaks out,Regan is left totally
REGAN RAY UNBOWED Chapter Thirteen
Regan stared at him, his mind struggling to process the information. "What's going on?" he stammered. "Who was that man? And how did you know…?"Mr. Roger stood up, his expression grave. "There's a lot you don't know, Regan. But all in due time. For now, just know that you're safe. And that I'm here to help you."He gestured towards a comfortable armchair. "Sit down, Regan. We have a lot to discuss."Regan hesitated, his mind still reeling from the events of the past few hours. He looked from Mr. Roger to the woman with the cropped hair, his eyes searching for answers. He knew that his life had just changed forever. And that he was now caught up in something far bigger, and far more dangerous, than he could have ever imagined.He slowly sank into the armchair, clutching the wooden box containing his mother's letter. He took a deep breath, steeling himself."Okay," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Tell me everything."Mr. Roger nodded, his expression unreadable. "Very well, Rega
REGAN RAY UNBOWED Chapter Fourteen
The mahogany desk gleamed under the soft light of Mr. Roger’s opulent office. Across from him, Regan shifted uneasily in his chair. The enormity of the revelations—his father’s existence, his grandfather's identity, the sinister machinations of Alfred—was slowly sinking in. "So," Mr. Roger said, his voice a low rumble, "we begin the process of reuniting you with your father. We’ll need to move carefully, discreetly." "Discreetly?" Regan echoed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Considering my stepfather tried to have me murdered this morning, I don't think 'discreet' is in the cards." Mr. Roger's expression didn't change, but the subtle tightening of his jaw suggested he'd agreed. "My apologies. I assure you we'll take every precaution. We'll use the resources of Roger Corporations to ensure your safety and the success of this mission." Before Mr. Roger could elaborate on his plans, a sharp buzz cut through the tense silence. Regan's phone, lying forgotten on the desk, vibrate
REGAN RAY UNBOWED Chapter Fifteen
Mr. Roger watched Regan's face, a kaleidoscope of emotions flickering across his features: disbelief, anger, a flicker of hope quickly extinguished by a wave of apprehension. He saw the boy he recognized as his grandson struggling to assimilate the enormity of his situation."Regan," Mr. Roger said gently, his voice cutting through the silence. "You seem overwhelmed. It is understandable. This is a lot to take in, all at once. But I assure you, you are not alone. And I will teach you everything you need to know, to navigate this new reality."Regan ran a hand through his hair, the fatigue evident in his every movement. "It’s just… it’s a lot," he mumbled, his voice strained. "Alfred trying to kill me, discovering you’re my grandfather, learning my father is alive… It’s like my whole life has been a lie."Mr. Roger nodded, his gaze softening. "I understand. And I promise you, we will unravel those lies, one by one. But for now, we need to focus on finding your father. The sooner we hav
REGAN RAY UNBOWED Chapter Sixteen
"We found him, Regan," Mr. Roger's voice resonated in the room, the words hanging heavy in the air.Regan felt a surge of relief so intense it almost brought him to his knees. His father, the man he had long believed to be lost forever, was alive. And now, thanks to his grandfather, they knew where he was."Where?" he managed to choke out, his voice thick with emotion. "Where is he?"Mr. Roger turned from the window, his gaze meeting Regan's. "He's living in a small coastal town in Italy, a place called Portofino. He works as a fisherman, living a quiet, solitary life."A fisherman? Regan's mind struggled to reconcile the image of his absent father with the reality of a simple fisherman in a faraway Italian village. "But... what's he like?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What does he do all day? Is he happy?"Mr. Roger sighed, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "From what we've been able to gather, he's a good man, Regan. A kind and gentle soul. He's well-respected in the co
REGAN RAY UNBOWED Chapter Seventeen
Regan left the makeshift conference room, the faces of Marco and Sofia swimming in his memory. Their words, their warmth, their glimpses into a life he'd never known, had stirred something deep within him. He needed to process it all, to sift through the emotions that had been churning inside him since discovering the existence of his father.He retreated to his assigned room, a sterile space within the heavily guarded villa, a far cry from his cramped apartment. The security and luxury were comforting, but they also served as a constant reminder of his new reality – a reality where his every move was dictated by fear and suspicion.He sat on the edge of the bed, its pristine white sheets a stark contrast to the dark thoughts that plagued his mind. Amelia. The name echoed in his head, a discordant note in the symphony of emotions he was experiencing. Why would she, Alfred’s ex-girlfriend, be involved? Their relationship had ended badly, everyone knew that. So what had Alfred done, wha
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The successful planting of the hidden cameras had injected a fresh dose of adrenaline into Regan and his team. It was a victory, a significant step forward in their plan to dismantle Alfred’s empire and bring him to justice.Regan’s eyes gleamed with a fierce determination. “This is just the beginning,” he said, his voice low and intense. “Now, the real work begins. We need to watch Alfred, every move he makes, every word he utters. We need to gather as much intelligence as possible.”He turned to Anny, his expression serious. “Anny, you’re in charge of monitoring the feeds. You have the best eye for detail. I trust you to catch everything important.”Anny nodded, her fingers already flying across the keyboard. “Don’t worry, Regan,” she said. “I’ve got this. I’ve set up the screens in the main room. We’ll have a clear view of every camera, every angle.”Jeff clapped Regan on the shoulder, his expression approving. “Good work, boss,” he said. “We’re finally one step ahead of that basta
Chapter Thirty-nine
They strolled through the garden, the fresh air filling their lungs. Zuke spoke of his own experiences with loss, of the importance of remaining strong, of never giving up hope.As they walked, Zuke suddenly stopped, his expression serious. “My work here is done, Regan,” he said, his voice firm. “You have learned everything I can teach you. It is time for me to return home.”Regan felt a pang of sadness. He had grown to respect Zuke, to value his wisdom and his guidance.“Thank you, Zuke,” Regan said, his voice sincere. “For everything. You’ve changed my life.”Zuke nodded, his eyes meeting Regan’s. “You had the potential all along, Regan,” he said. “I merely helped you to unlock it.”He paused, his expression thoughtful. “When I was a student, my master, bestowed a very priceless possession on me , a possession that was priceless and had been kept for generation and told me only to give it to a student of mine that shows worthy. You are that student Regan.”Zuke reached into his bag
Chapter Thirty-eight
Regan, armed with the new evidence, sent another anonymous tip to Alfred, this time including the photograph of Stacy meeting with Victor Marino. The message was brief, but devastating: "Is your empire crumbling around you? Maybe you should watch your friends a little closer."Back at the safe house, Regan gathered his team, his face beaming with anticipation.“It’s done,” he announced, his voice filled with excitement. “We sent Alfred the photograph of Stacy meeting with Marino, letting him know she is working behind his back. The stage is set. They are about to turn on each other.” Regan couldn't help but think things were about to get very interesting, very soon.And Regan, with the information he had, was ready to orchestrate the chaos, to watch Stacy and Alfred's world implode, bringing him closer to claiming the restaurant, and his revenge. Regan knew that every move they made had to be calculated, precise, and swift. Stacy and Alfred were cornered animals, and cornered animals
Chapter Thirty-seven
He pulled out another document from his bag, a detailed proposal outlining his strategy. He explained how they could use a shell company to make the offer, how they could negotiate the price, how they could avoid raising Alfred’s suspicions.As Jeff spoke, Regan listened intently, his mind racing, analyzing every detail, anticipating every potential problem. He knew that this was a risky undertaking, but he was confident that they could pull it off. They were smart, they were resourceful, and they were united in their goal. He had a personal vendetta now, and he wouldn't let anything stand in his way."There's one more thing," Jeff said, his voice becoming serious. "We're not the only ones who are interested in buying the restaurant."Regan's eyebrows furrowed, his expression questioning. "What do you mean?""There's another buyer," Jeff explained. "Someone who's also trying to get their hands on the restaurant. I don't know who they are, or what they want, but they're definitely a th
Chapter Thirty-six
The air in the safe house crackled with unspoken tension. Regan's abrupt dismissal of the meeting had left everyone on edge, a flurry of questions and theories swirling in their minds. The weight of the unknown was heavy, amplified by Jeff's conspicuous absence and the cryptic message he had delivered.An hour later, the silence was shattered by the screech of tires as a car raced up to the safe house. Jeff burst through the door, his face flushed, his eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and urgency."Regan, we need to talk," he blurted out, his voice breathless. "Now. It's…it's big."He strode towards Regan, oblivious to the curious and anxious glances of the others. Anny, her patience stretched to its limit, stepped forward, her arms crossed defiantly."Okay, spill it, Jeff," she demanded, her voice sharp. "What's going on? What did you tell Regan on the phone? I'm tired of being kept in the dark."Regan placed a hand on Anny's arm, his expression apologetic. "I'm sorry, Anny,"
Chapter Thirty-five
Mr. Roger greeted him with a warm embrace, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "Zuke, my old friend," he said, his voice filled with affection. "It's good to see you."Zuke nodded curtly, his gaze sweeping across the safe house. "Roger," he replied, his voice deep and gravelly. "Good to be here."Mr. Roger turned to Regan, his expression filled with pride. "Regan, this is Zuke. He's the best there is."Regan stepped forward, extending his hand. "It's an honor to meet you, sir," he said, his voice respectful. "I've heard a lot about you."Zuke grasped Regan's hand, his grip like a vise. "I know who you are, Regan," he said, his eyes boring into Regan's. "I know what you've been through. I know what you want."He released Regan's hand, his expression hardening. "I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to make you a weapon. Are you ready for that?"Regan met Zuke's gaze, his jaw clenching with determination. "I was born ready," he replied, his voice unwavering.And so, the training began. F
Chapter Thirty-four
The weight of the revelation settled upon Regan, solidifying his resolve. Hearing the history, understanding the motivations, had transformed his desire for revenge into something more profound: a commitment to protect his family’s legacy and uphold their values. He looked at Mr. Roger, his heart filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Grandpa," Regan said, his voice laced with sincerity. "For telling me everything. It means a lot." Mr. Roger nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and concern. "I know you're angry, Regan. And you have every right to be. But don't let that anger consume you. Don't let it turn you into something you're not." Regan met his grandfather's gaze, his expression firm. "I won't, Grandpa. I promise. I'm not going to let Alfred win. I'm going to bring him to justice, but I'm going to do it the right way. I'm going to do it with honor." He paused, his voice hardening with determination. "But I need to be prepared. I need to be ready for anything. I don't
Chapter Thirty-three
Regan made his way to his grandfather's chambers, a sense of purpose hardening his resolve. The brief respite with his friends had been a welcome distraction, but the weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders. He needed to understand the past, to unravel the tangled web of family history that had led to this moment.He found Mr. Roger seated in his favorite armchair, a worn leather album resting on his lap. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, casting a warm glow on the aged photographs.Mr. Roger looked up as Regan entered, a sad smile gracing his lips. "Come in, Regan. I was just…reminiscing."Regan approached cautiously, sensing the somber mood that permeated the room. He sat down beside his grandfather, his gaze drawn to the album."What are you looking at, Grandpa?" Regan asked softly, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.Mr. Roger sighed, his fingers gently tracing the edges of a faded photograph. "Just some ol
Chapter Thirty-two
Regan and Mr. Roger remained by David’s side, their vigil unbroken. The minutes stretched into hours, each tick of the clock a painful reminder of David’s precarious state. The rhythmic beeping of the machines was a constant, oppressive presence, a stark contrast to the vibrant life that was currently suspended within David’s still form.As dawn approached, a home nurse, hired by Mr. Roger, entered the room. She was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor, radiating a sense of calm professionalism.“Mr. Regan, Mr. Roger,” she said softly, her voice respectful. “I’m here to take over. You both need to get some rest. I’ll watch over Mr. David from here.”Regan shook his head, his eyes bloodshot and weary. “I can’t leave him,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I need to be here.”Mr. Roger placed a hand on Regan’s shoulder, his touch firm but gentle. “Regan, the nurse is right. You need to rest. You’ve been up all night. You can’t keep going like this. You’ll break down.”Rega
