When she woke up again, it was dark outside, and the room was dimly lit by a single overhead light. A nurse was checking her IV drip, and Kelan was back, sitting by her bedside. She looked around, disoriented for a moment.“Lisa,” Kelan whispered, leaning closer. “They said you can see Mello now, but only for a few minutes. He’s still in pretty bad shape.”She nodded weakly. “Please, take me to him.”The nurse brought a wheelchair, and with Kelan's help, Lisa was carefully moved into it. Every movement sent small jolts of pain through her, but she didn’t care. She needed to see Mello.As they wheeled her down the hallway, the soft hum of hospital machinery and hushed voices filled the space. When they reached the roomAs Lisa looked around the room she was in, the door creaked open, revealing the most handsome man she had ever seen. She couldn’t believe it—she was actually blushing.Mello stepped inside, a bright smile on his face, holding a bouquet of flowers. He was dressed in a bla
There was an awkward pause, but the tension in the room began to ease. Jessica, sensing the shift, cleared her throat and chimed in, "How about we focus on the fact that Lisa’s alive and getting better? That’s what really matters."Mello smiled and nodded. "Agreed," he said, looking back at Lisa. "Let’s leave the past where it belongs and just be thankful for this moment."Lisa pulled Mello into a hug, wincing slightly as he did. Lisa noticed the pained expression on his face and looked at him with concern."What’s wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with worry."Nothing," Mello said with a reassuring smile, though his face betrayed his discomfort.Kelan, standing nearby, sent Mello a stern glare. “He hasn’t fully healed from his injuries and isn’t supposed to be up and about. But he insisted on coming here to surprise you,” Kelan explained, his tone a mix of frustration and concern.Lisa's face turned into a frown. “Wait, let me see,” she said, reaching to check Mello’s injuries. Sh
"Such boldness," Sir Ren muttered, his eyes narrowing as a mischievous smile spread across his face. "What gives you the assurance that I won't harm you right here and now?"Mello’s smile didn’t falter. "Is that what you’re worried about? You should be more scared of what I might do to you," he replied calmly, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous confidence.Sir Ren continued to look at Mello in surpriseSir Ren's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he studied Mello. The tension in the room grew thick, a silent battle of wills. "You think just because Sean was reckless, you have the upper hand now?" Sir Ren sneered, leaning back in his chair. "You're still just a kid playing in a world you don't understand."Mello’s smile didn't waver. He took a step closer, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. "Maybe I don’t understand everything. But I know one thing—you don’t scare me anymore, Ren. Not after what you’ve done to Lisa."Sir Ren scoffed. "Lisa, again? You act like that girl is wort
Anna rushed outside to her car and was about to board it when a black Porsche pulled.She stopped when she recognized the car.It was undoubtedly mello'sAnna stood frozen, her hand still gripping the car door handle. The sight of the black Porsche pulling in sent a mixture of relief and confusion coursing through her. That was Mello's car. But what was he doing here? He was supposed to be with Sir Ren.She watched as the car came to a stop, the engine shutting off smoothly. Mello stepped out, looking as calm and composed as ever, though his eyes held a glint of something she couldn't quite place—determination, anger, maybe both."Mello!" Anna called out, rushing toward him. "What happened? I thought you were with Sir Ren."Mello looked at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I was," he said simply.Anna's mind raced. "And? What did you do? What happened?" She glanced at the car, half-expecting to see signs of a fight or s
Sir Ren leaned back on his chair, a thin smile stretching across his face. The memory of Mello's visit replayed in his mind. Twice, the young man had walked into his domain with unflinching boldness, staring him down like an equal—or worse, like a man who believed he was already holding all the cards. "The audacity," Sir Ren muttered, his eyes narrowing as he massaged his chin thoughtfully. He could feel his pulse quicken, the thrill of the game sparking through him. Mello had come to provoke him, to unsettle him, and it had worked. But Sir Ren was no stranger to playing dangerous games. He had built his empire on them.For a moment, doubt flickered. What if Mello had anticipated his every move? What if this entire confrontation was part of some larger scheme? But Sir Ren quickly pushed those thoughts aside. No one knew him better than he knew himself, and no one had outwitted him this thoroughly before.He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, and let his mind wander throu
Kelan and Mello were deep in conversation when Kelan's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the screen, recognizing the number immediately. With a quick nod to Mello, he stepped aside to answer it. "Yeah, what is it?" Kelan's voice was sharp and to the point.The person on the other end spoke rapidly, their words almost tumbling over each other in urgency. As Kelan listened, his face drained of color, his expression turning to one of alarm. "What?" he snapped, glancing back at Mello, who was watching him intently. Kelan's grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Are you sure?"The response on the other end was immediate. Kelan's jaw clenched as he nodded. "Keep an eye on him," he ordered before hanging up. Mello stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Kelan. "What happened?" Kelan took a breath, struggling to keep his voice steady. "It's Sir Ren," he said, his tone grim. "He's at Ashley Health Center... with Lisa."The words hit Mello like a punch to the gut. His express
Mello rushed to Lisa's side, his eyes scanning her for any signs of harm. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained with worry. Lisa nodded slowly, still trying to process what had just happened."Who was that, Mello?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "And why did he come here?"Mello exhaled deeply, struggling to find the right words. He didn’t want to frighten her, but she deserved the truth. "That was Sir Ren," he said quietly. "He's a dangerous man who has been trying to take down everything I’ve worked for. And now, he's trying to use you to get to me."Lisa’s eyes widened in realization. "Sir Ren... I've heard that name before. He’s the one everyone’s been talking about—the drug mafia."Mello nodded, his expression grim. "Yes, and he’s more ruthless than you can imagine. He's threatened you to provoke me. He knows how important you are to me."Lisa reached for Mello's hand, her grip tightening. "So this is about you... and Ashley Group." Her voice was filled with conc
Mr. Buster sat in his dimly lit living room, the only sound the faint rustle of his newspaper as he flipped the pages. A knowing smirk played on his lips as he glanced toward the front door. He knew Mello would be arriving soon, full of questions and accusations. But he was ready. He had been preparing for this moment for days.With deliberate calmness, he reached for his glass of juice, taking a slow sip. The cool liquid slid down his throat. He set the glass back on the table with a soft clink, his eyes never leaving the door.He smiled to himself, folding the newspaper and placing it neatly beside the glass.Just then, the door creaked open, and a man dressed in a sharp, professional suit entered the room. It was Caleb, Mr. Buster's lawyer—always punctual, always prepared. "You made it here early, Caleb," Mr. Buster remarked, a sly smile creeping across his face. Caleb returned the smile, a brief flicker of warmth in his otherwise stern demeanor. "I wouldn’t miss it. I assume eve
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