2025-02-03 07:33:49Regan's jaw clenched, the snickering whispers of the staff a painful sting to his pride. He knew they were just trying to protect their jobs, but their words, dripping with judgment, still cut deep. He took a deliberate breath, forcing down the anger that was threatening to erupt. He needed to stay calm, focus, and deal with the real threat: Alfred and his ridiculous charade.
This wasn't just about the restaurant anymore; it was a fight, a fight against people being unfair and cruel. The question wasn't just if Regan could win, but how far he was willing to go to do it. And he was ready to go as far as needed. Then, Regan heard the workers whispering. "Isn't that Regan's girlfriend with another man?" one worker said quietly. "I guess she didn't want a broke guy like Regan," another worker chuckled, sounding mean. "He deserved it," said another, rolling her eyes. "Who does he think he is, dating a girl like that?" "Such a shame," another worker said, shaking his head. Regan's ears burned. Hearing their cruel words made his anger spike. He felt embarrassed and hurt. But he tried to control his feelings and keep his focus on Alfred and Stacy. Then, Regan spoke loudly, so everyone could hear. "No one here has to listen to this man," he said, pointing at Alfred. "He's not your boss. Don't you think?" The workers nodded and started talking to each other, agreeing with Regan. The air felt even more tense than before. Alfred got angry. "Enough of this!" he shouted, his face red. He stood up and walked quickly to Regan, getting so close that Regan could feel Alfred's breath on his face. "I'll say what I want, Alfred," Regan said, not backing down. "You can't stop me. If you're really the boss, then prove it. Stop pretending." Regan knew Alfred was just trying to play a game, and he wasn't going to fall for it. Alfred, looking very serious, didn't say anything. Instead, he clapped his hands twice. Right away, two big men in dark suits and sunglasses walked in. They looked strong and scary. Everyone froze, wondering what was going to happen next. "Get me the general manager of this restaurant now!" Alfred commanded, his voice loud and harsh. "Yes, sir!" the two men answered at once and walked out quickly. "Shortly, Alfred’s men returned, and between them, they almost dragged a figure that Regan couldn’t believe his eyes were seeing. There, between the two men, his shoulders fallen and his face long with an expression of sadness and deep pain ,stood the general manager, his grey hair barely combed properly. Regan desperately wanted the figure before him to be a ghost, some kind of cruel joke, but it was the general manager, his late mom's most trusted employee standing before him flesh and blood. “What's going on boss,” Regan said, his tone filled with concern, “why are you here looking all sad and broken?” “Well, I guess he is here to say his final goodbye, isn't that true?” Alfred arrogantly said as his intimidating gaze fell on the former manager. “I'm so sorry, Regan,” The former manager said, his voice cracking, “but I had to hand over this restaurant to him cuz he has all the documents claiming ownership over this restaurant. I can't manage this place any longer. I hope you understand my actions.” The former manager said his shoulders slumped as he walked out. A film of tears blurred Regan's vision and his legs felt like jelly, barely able to support him. It felt like a nightmare he desperately needed to wake up from. “Well, well, well, who's the jerk now, Regan?” Alfred’s voice pierced through Regan's thoughts, with an evil smile plastered on his face. “Awww, our almighty hero has lost all his superpowers,” Stacy taunted, her laughter joining Alfred's in a chorus of cruelty. “Hear now, my rule stands here from this moment forward, is that understood?” “Yes, boss!” The entire staff answered in unison, their faces a mixture of fear and resignation. But Regan, Jeff, and Anny remained silent, their eyes wide, their bodies frozen with disbelief. Alfred walked up and down, scanning every worker, their eyes fixed on the ground." "You think this is a game, Alfred?" Regan's voice was dangerously low, each word laced with barely controlled fury. "You walk in here, try to bully your way into my life, and think you can get away with it? This isn't some cheap con you can pull." He glanced at Stacy, his gaze hard and cold, a stark contrast to the warmth he once held for her. "And you," he said, his voice dripping with disgust, "You're pathetic. Clinging to him like some sort of trophy. Have you no shame?" Stacy flinched under his intense gaze, her earlier arrogance faltering for a split second before she recovered, lifting her chin and returning his stare with a defiant glare. "Oh, I'm pathetic? Look at yourself, Regan," she spat, her voice laced with venom, "You're just jealous because I moved on to someone who actually has some ambition, someone who isn't a loser with greasy hands and a bike." Her words, cruel and calculated, hit Regan like a physical blow. It wasn't the jab at his hands or his bike, but the way she twisted his past affection into something demeaning and unworthy. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him, not from physical sickness but from the bitter taste of betrayal. Alfred, basking in the drama, chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Regan’s spine. "Now, now, Stacy," he purred, patting her arm possessively, "No need to be too harsh on the boy. He's clearly upset, isn't he? All confused." He turned his gaze back to Regan, his eyes glinting with a malicious pleasure. "Look, Regan, let's not drag this out. I'm the owner now, whether you like it or not. It’s all perfectly legal. I've bought the place fair and square. You and your little friend here," he pointed towards Anny who was by the door looking on worriedly, "have to leave. There's nothing else for you here." "I don't believe you," Regan shot back, his voice firm despite the sudden pounding of his heart, "I know you, Alfred. You wouldn't buy this place outright. It's not your style. This is some kind of elaborate trick, isn't it?" Alfred just smiled, a slow, infuriating smile that stretched across his lips without reaching his eyes. "Such an active imagination you have, Regan. But I assure you, I have the papers to prove my ownership. You can leave quietly, or you can be dragged out. Either way, I'm afraid you are done here." He gestured towards the door. "Now, I have employees to manage and a business to run. I haven't got all day to babysit my stepson. I really must insist you leave." Regan's mind raced. He knew his stepfather was capable of anything, but the sheer audacity of this whole situation left him reeling. He glanced around at the staff, most of whom avoided his gaze, fear and uncertainty etched on their faces. He noticed Anny, her eyes wide with alarm and her hand clutched tightly on the door handle, ready to take action if things got out of hand. But what could he do? He couldn't fight them all, especially not with the staff so on edge, terrified of losing their own livelihoods.
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He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He wouldn't let them see him rattled. "Fine, Alfred," he said, his voice deceptively calm, "We'll leave. But this isn't over. I'm not giving up on my family's restaurant so easily, you haven’t seen the last of me." He turned towards Anny, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of fear and growing determination. "Anny," he said softly, "Let's go." He gave her a small reassuring nod, trying to convey more confidence than he felt. As they walked out of the restaurant, Regan couldn't shake the feeling of defeat gnawing at his insides. The restaurant, the heart of his family’s legacy was slipping away, not with a bang but with a calculated smirk and a few well-placed lies. Outside, the midday sun seemed unusually harsh, casting long, distorted shadows. Anny followed Regan to his bike, her steps hesitant, mirroring his own confused emotions. "Regan," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "What are we going to do? He really is
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Regan reluctantly braked, drawing his bike to a halt as a park came into view. The free atmosphere seemed a welcome respite, a chance to momentarily escape the pain gnawing at him from within. After scouting a secure spot, he parked his bike and ambled into the park. His gaze swept across the tranquil expanse, settling on an invitingly empty bench. He made his way over and eased down onto the seat. Above, the tree canopy offered a perfect dappled shade, filtering the sunlight into a comforting glow. The gentle breeze, coupled with the charming scene of children playing nearby, proved just enough to momentarily distract him from his torment. As Regan watched the children interact joyously with their mothers, memories flooded his mind, painting a vivid picture of his own childhood visits to this very park. The nostalgic recollections were bittersweet, a poignant reminder of simpler, happier times. But just as he was about to lose himself entirely in reverie, the distinct sound o
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Mr. Roger nodded, his expression becoming more serious. "Twisted how?" Regan hesitated, the shame and anger welling up inside him. "She… she cheated on me." Mr. Roger's eyebrows rose slightly. "That's never easy. Affairs of the heart can be quite messy." "It's not just that," Regan continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's who she cheated with." Mr. Roger leaned forward slightly, his gaze intent. "Who?" Regan swallowed hard, forcing the words out. "My stepfather." The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the distant sound of children playing. Mr. Roger's expression didn't change immediately, but Regan could see a flicker of something – shock, perhaps, or maybe disgust – in his eyes. "Your stepfather," Mr. Roger repeated, his voice low and measured. "That's… that's a particularly cruel betrayal." Regan nodded, his throat tight with emotion. "They've been seeing each other behind my back for months, maybe longer. I had no idea. I trusted them both."
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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
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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
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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,"
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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
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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
