Sir Ren smiled, acknowledging the turn of events. "Well played, Mello. I'll leave this one for you," he said, a hint of respect in his voice as he conceded the final item.As Sir Ren walked away, his entourage trailing behind, Mello felt a wave of relief and satisfaction wash over him. The room buzzed with the excitement of the auction.Lisa walked over and looked up at him, her eyes filled with admiration and gratitude. "You were amazing," she whispered, squeezing his hand.Mello smiled down at her. "Thank you, Lisa. They watched as the auction continued to wind down, guests congratulating each other on their generosity and bidding wars. The atmosphere was lighter, the tension from earlier beginning to dissipate.Kelan approached them, a proud smile on his face. "You handled that well, boss," he said, patting Mello on the back."Thanks, Kelan. But we need to keep an eye on Sir Ren. I don't trust him," Mello replied, his expression serious.Kelan nodded. "I'll make sure our security
Alexa watched as Sir Harold led Mello to a corner, her eyes narrowing as she tried to gauge the conversation from a distance. She noticed Mello's countenance change, a mixture of surprise and contemplation crossing his face. After a few minutes, Sir Harold left Mello and walked to the middle of the crowd, his daughter Evelyn by his side."May I have everyone's attention, please?" Sir Harold called out, his voice commanding yet warm. The music slowly died down, and all eyes turned toward him.Sir Harold smiled, radiating confidence. "I have a very good offer that I'd like to present to Mello."Everyone listened intently. Sir Harold took Evelyn's hand and continued, "I'd like to offer my daughter's hand in marriage to Mello."Gasps filled the entire place, whispers and murmurs spreading like wildfire. Alexa's eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding. Even Lisa, standing with Jessica, felt the sting of jealousy, though she tried to hide it.Mello walked forward, his steps deliberate and
Before Mello could respond, another family stepped forward. The father, a distinguished-looking man with silver hair, spoke first."Mr. Mello," he said, his voice rich and commanding, "I am Lord Carrington. Allow me to present my daughter, Lady Isabella. She is a woman of grace and intelligence, and it would be an honor to see her united with someone of your stature."Mello nodded politely, about to respond when another voice cut in."Mr. Mello," interrupted another man, stepping forward with his daughter. "I am Baron Rutherford. My daughter, Helena, is not only beautiful but also skilled in diplomacy and business. I believe she would make a perfect partner for you."Before Mello could speak, a third family approached. The matriarch of the family, dressed in an elegant gown, held her daughter's hand firmly."Mr. Mello," she began, her voice dripping with aristocratic elegance, "I am Duchess Moreau, and this is my daughter, Genevieve. She has been raised with the finest education and
Lord Wemblin, observing the scene with a composed smile, approached Mello as the applause subsided."Mello," he began, his voice smooth and authoritative, "might I have a word with you in private? There are matters of importance I wish to discuss."Mello, still holding Lisa's hand, nodded. "Of course, Lord Wemblin. Just give me a moment."He turned to Lisa, his eyes filled with reassurance. "I'll be right back, okay?"Lisa nodded, squeezing his hand before letting go. "I'll be fine."Mello led Lord Wemblin, Edward, and Lady Victoria to a quieter corner of the grand hall. They found a secluded table, and the group took their seats. Mello leaned forward slightly, signaling his readiness for the discussion."So," Lord Wemblin began, his tone businesslike yet warm, "we've been following your rise in influence and success, Mello. Your leadership and strategic acumen are impressive, and we believe there is significant potential for mutual benefit between our families."Mello nodded, listeni
Kelan stood at the edge of the dance floor, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he watched Mello and Lisa. The couple swayed gracefully to the music, their connection unmistakable even from a distance. The lights of the hall cast a soft glow around them, highlighting the tender moment they shared.All around him, guests were laughing, dancing, and enjoying the festivities. The atmosphere was filled with joy and celebration, but Kelan's focus remained on his friend and Lisa. Kelan observed the scene with a keen eye. All eyes were on Lisa and Mello, who continued to dance together, lost in each other's presence. The room seemed to hold its breath, captivated by the couple's undeniable chemistry. As he scanned the crowd, Kelan couldn't help but notice the subtle hints of jealousy and envy on the faces of several ladies present. They watched Lisa with a mix of admiration and longing, perhaps wishing they were in her place.Kelan's smile widened as he took another sip from his wine glas
Sir Ren smiled with evil thoughts running through his head and told his right-hand man, "Let's leave. We've seen enough."As he exited the place, his entourage followed closely behind. Kelan, watching from a distance, heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing Sir Ren walk away eased some of the tension that had been building up inside him."Good riddance," Kelan muttered to himself. He took another sip of his wine, his eyes scanning the crowd to ensure everything was in order. The departure of Sir Ren and his men meant one less potential threat to worry about.But Kelan knew the night was far from over. He turned his attention back to Mello and Lisa, who were still dancing, lost in their own world. The sight of them brought a faint smile to his lips, but he remained vigilant. There were still many powerful and unpredictable guests in attendance, and he needed to stay on guard.As he moved through the crowd, Kelan's attention was caught by Ray, who was drinking heavily in one corner. There was
Mello and Lisa continued to dance, their movements synchronized, lost in each other's presence. The music swirled around them, creating a bubble that seemed to separate them from the rest of the world. Suddenly, Mello stopped. Lisa looked up, concern etched on her face. "What's wrong?" she asked softly.He didn't say anything, just took her hand and led her into the mansion. All eyes followed them as they disappeared inside, whispers and murmurs spreading through the crowd.Once inside, Mello closed the door and turned to Lisa, his eyes soft and filled with emotion. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts."Lisa," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you."Lisa's heart pounded in her chest. "What is it, Mello?""I've missed you," he said, stepping closer. "More than I can put into words. This evening, seeing you, dancing with you... it's made me realize just how much."Lisa's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I've missed you too, Mello.
Sir allias left Ella and walked forward " Enough with the lies, Mello. Our family won’t be made a mockery of. Your father assured us himself." This is ridiculous! " Mello's eyes were instantly filled with hurt.Lisa’s eyes searched Mello’s face for any sign of deception. Tears well up in her eyes as the reality was staring to sink in."Why would you do this? Why would you lie like this? Did you just make a show of mockery out of me int he presence of the whole world, Mello? " She said her voice breaking.Mello tried touching her but she pushed his hands away " I’m not lying, Lisa. I'm telling you the truth! "The tension in the room hangs like a heavy fog. *Lisa stood there, her eyes locked on Mello as he stares back at her with desperate, pleading eyes. But all she feels is a deep, sinking weight in her chest, suffocating her.She can't take it anymore. Her breath catches in her throat, and before anyone can say a word, she turns and rushes from the room before Mello could catch u
Just then, the warehouse doors swung open with a bang, and Mello rushed in, his steps quick and full of purpose. His eyes locked onto Sir Ren's, unflinching."Malcolm, what is so important?" Mello said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His sudden appearance left Sir Ren stunned, unable to mask his shock. How did Mello manage to bypass his guards so easily?"What... what are you doing here?" Sir Ren snarled, anger twisting his features as he tried to regain his composure.Mello simply smiled, that infuriating calm spreading across his face, as if he knew something Sir Ren didn't. That smile was enough to make Sir Ren hiss with frustration, realizing he was surrounded by evidence that could incriminate him.Panic flickered across Sir Ren's face, his eyes darting to the drugs and documents scattered around. "Shit! Everybody clear out! Move! Gun him down, now!" Sir Ren screamed, his voice cracking with desperation as he reached for his men.But before he could finish his order, the room s
As Mello drove away, the lights from his father's mansion grew smaller in the rearview mirror until they disappeared entirely. His jaw was clenched tight, muscles tense, as his mind raced with the weight of everything he’d just faced. The meeting had been more painful than he’d imagined, more personal than he had wanted it to be. But there was no room for regret now.He took a deep breath, his fingers drumming impatiently against the steering wheel. This was the last step of the plan, the final confrontation that would bring everything together. Yet, in the back of his mind, a whisper of doubt gnawed at him—would his father really let him go through with this? Or was there another twist waiting in the shadows?As he drove through the dimly lit streets, his phone buzzed on the passenger seat. He hesitated, glancing at the screen. It was a message from Zach.**"All set on my end. Sir Ren’s warehouse is under close watch. Your move now. Make it count."**Mello’s eyes narrowed, the resolv
Mello smiled politely as he rose from the plush leather chair. “Thank you, President,” he said, his tone measured, careful not to let the adrenaline that still pulsed through his veins leak into his voice.He turned to leave, but before he could take more than a step, Sir Asher’s voice stopped him. “It’s late, Mello. Why don’t you stay here tonight? Get some rest.”Mello paused, his back to the man, and allowed a moment of consideration to pass. The offer was laced with something more—an unspoken test. Was this an olive branch, or was it bait? Either way, he couldn’t stay.He smiled, glancing over his shoulder. “I’m a man of time, and unfortunately, I don’t have much to spare at the moment. I appreciate the offer, though.”Sir Asher studied him for a second, then gave a curt nod. “Very well,” he replied, his face expressionless, though the calculating gleam in his eyes hadn’t faded.Mello turned and headed for the door, walking with an air of calm composure, though every nerve in his
As Mello left Sir Nerio’s residence, he couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal hanging over him like a storm cloud. His father’s silence over the years suddenly made sense, and he felt a mix of anger and disappointment rising in his chest. But he pushed those emotions aside; he had a mission to complete.The ride to Sir Asher’s estate was long, giving Mello time to strategize. He needed to gather more evidence, and he couldn’t let his father’s involvement cloud his judgment. When he finally arrived, the sight before him was nothing short of overwhelming.The estate loomed like a fortress, sprawling over vast acres with manicured lawns, fountains, and elaborate sculptures. It looked more like a city than a home. Mello stepped out of his car, taking a moment to adjust his suit, ensuring he looked every bit the part of a powerful player in this high-stakes game.As he approached the entrance, two guards stood at attention, their eyes scanning him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. He
Mello settled into the plush booth, his heart pounding as he faced Sir Nerio. The Prime Minister looked polished and composed, as expected, but Mello knew beneath that facade lay a man tangled in a web of corruption. “Let’s skip the pleasantries,” Mello began, his tone firm and unwavering. “I’m not here to exchange small talk. I know about your dealings with Sir Ren.”Sir Nerio feigned confusion, raising an eyebrow. “What dealings? I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Mello. You must be mistaken.”Mello couldn’t help but smirk at the Prime Minister’s naivety. “Mistaken? Really? I have video evidence of you in a room full of drugs, discussing shipments with Sir Ren.” He pulled out his phone, swiping through the screens until he found the video. He pressed play, and the room filled with the sound of laughter echoing from the screen.The footage showed Sir Ren and Sir Nerio, surrounded by piles of drugs, their faces illuminated by the dim lights of the room. The two men leaned in clo
Mello felt a surge of realization wash over him. No wonder his father had never interfered with Sir Ren's dealings all these years. The weight of his father’s choices settled heavily in his gut. Even though Mr. Buster had the power to quench Sir Ren's operations, he never did. The truth was painfully clear: Sir Ren had something on him, some past dealings and evidence that kept him silent.Mello clenched his jaw, anger bubbling beneath the surface. His father, a man he had respected, was ensnared in a web of deceit, trapped by his own mistakes. It was infuriating to think that the very person who should have been a protector had chosen to align with a monster out of fear.The room was still, the atmosphere thick with tension. Mello looked at his team, their faces a mix of concern and determination. He couldn’t let this betrayal distract him. He had a mission to accomplish.“Alright, let’s focus,” he said, forcing his voice to remain steady. “So, any update on Sir Vane?” Mello asked,
As the evening shadows stretched across the sky, Mello felt a surge of impatience. He couldn’t wait any longer. Something inside him gnawed at his sense of urgency.He turned to Lisa, who was resting beside him. “I’ve got to go,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against her forehead. Before she could protest or ask him to stay, Mello was already on his feet, leaving her with just a glance.In the living room, he pulled out his phone and dialed Kelan. His voice was steady, but there was a quiet intensity beneath it. “Kelan, gather the team. We’re meeting at the hideout. It’s time.”There was a brief pause on the other end before Kelan answered, “We’ll be ready.”Mello ended the call, his mind racing. Tonight would set everything in motion.Mello slipped into his car, the engine purring to life as he pulled out of the driveway. The city lights flickered in the distance, but his mind was elsewhere, focused on the task ahead. The weight of the evidence he’d seen gnawed at him—the video of
Mello lay in bed, his thoughts racing. The room was quiet now; Kelan and Lisa had gone to the doctor to finalize his discharge. He rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of everything. The previous night still haunted him, but it also fueled his determination.Suddenly, the phone beside him rang. It wasn’t his. He glanced at the unknown number flashing on the screen, instinct telling him to answer. Hesitating for a moment, he placed the call on speaker."Hope it didn’t hurt much," a familiar voice chuckled through the speaker. It was Zach, his tone mocking yet amused.Mello couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re crazy, but I’ve got to hand it to you, it was a brilliant plan."Zach’s laughter followed. "That means you owe me, you know, for boosting your fame and making you the talk of the town overnight."Mello smiled, recalling how close he came to losing everything. "When I nearly died last night? Yeah, thanks for that.""It was just a light knockout. You’re still here, right?" Zach’s gr
the next morning When Mello opened his eyes, he found himself in a room full of people, all watching him with worried expressions. Their whispers filled the air. "He's awake," someone said softly.Disoriented, Mello rubbed his eyes and saw Kelan and Lisa standing nearby, their faces pale with fear. He slowly sat up in bed, feeling a dull ache in his head. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice groggy.Kelan motioned for the others to leave, and soon it was just the three of them in the room. Lisa, sitting by his side, took his hand and spoke " thank God" Mello stared at her, trying to process what had happened. Mello blinked slowly, trying to piece together what had happened. His body felt heavy, his mind foggy. He looked down at Lisa, who was resting her head on his legs, her silent tears soaking into the blanket. The weight of her words sank in, but they felt distant, like an echo from a dream."Attacked?" he muttered, still rubbing his temple. His eyes flickered over to Kelan