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
Back In Russia ****Sir Kemp sat comfortably in a large leather chair, the dark color of the seat contrasting with the light blue walls of the room. He held a delicate porcelain cup in his hand, calmly sipping his coffee. Even in this quiet moment, there was an undeniable sense of power about him. His dark suit fit him perfectly, giving off an air of authority that didn’t need any flashy display. One look was enough to know: this man was in charge.Suddenly, the door flew open, and a young delegate rushed in, his eyes wide with panic. "Sir Kemp!" he shouted, his voice shaky with fear and urgency.Sir Kemp didn’t react immediately. He slowly set his cup down on the small table beside him, moving with a calmness that suggested nothing could disturb him. Then he looked up, his eyes sharp and focused. "Yes?" he said in a deep, steady voice. He leaned back in his chair, showing just a hint of curiosity, though his face remained calm and unreadable. He was not a man easily interrupted, and
As the car pulled up in front of a sprawling mansion, Lisa’s eyes widened in awe. The massive estate stretched out before her, with lush gardens, fountains, and towering walls of stone that seemed to protect a hidden paradise. It was like something out of a dream, completely different.Mello got out of the car first and walked around to help Lisa. As she stepped out, still taking in her surroundings, she couldn’t help but ask, “What is this place? What are we doing here?”Mello looked at her gently, his hand still holding hers as he gazed around at the estate. “This is where you’re going to stay for the time being,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “I need to make sure you're safe, and this is the only place I trust.”Lisa looked at him, surprised. “But... But .”Mello smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s not just about luxury. It’s about security. No one can touch you here.” His eyes, full of love and concern, lingered on hers. “I won’t let anything happen
As Sir Ren stared at the screen, the footage played on, showing a younger Mello, dressed in tattered clothes, dropping off delivery packages in a run-down neighborhood. The sight of Mello, who now carried an air of authority and power, working in such humble conditions caught Sir Ren completely off guard.His eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Are these real or generated?" he asked, his voice low but tense.Alex, standing confidently beside the screen, replied, "100% authentic, sir. No fabrication. I dug deep into old security cameras and public records. It’s real."Sir Ren folded his arms, leaning in closer to the screen, still processing what he was seeing. "So, Mello was once nothing more than a delivery boy," he mused, a wicked smile forming on his face. "This could be useful.""Have you run authentication tests on this?" Sir Ren asked, his voice sharp with curiosity.Alex nodded confidently. "All tests came back clean."With a smirk, Alex pressed another button, and a new video began p