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
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 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 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
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
" you stupid fool!"" Good-for-nothing!"" Worthless thing! Do you hate me that much to think you can kill me by serving me this rubbish! Gosh! Unbelievable!"Those were the words Ma Clarissa and her daughter Michelle hurled at Mello who just stood in shock while trying to comprehend the whole situation.He couldn't comprehend why his in-laws accused him of plotting against them but chose to keep his thoughts to himself." You are so worthless and poverty-stricken that it affected your sense of reasoning, huh?" " We feed you, clothe you and yet you want to repay us by bringing us this bland dish! Ridiculous!" Ma Clarissa's voice echoed through the room as she banged on the table.Mello lowered his head and his gaze fell upon the lavish spread laid out dishes before them—a futile attempt to please his unappeasable in-laws. The aroma of the carefully prepared dishes mingled with the dominating tension, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation and failed expectations.This wasn't
" Is he going to be fine? " Lisa said as she walked out with her mom.She thought she was going to feel better but instead, she was worried about him.It was probably because she had never seen him this angry.Ma Clarissa noticed and smiled." Stop thinking about him, he doesn't deserve to have you, Andrew is there to help you through, Okay?" she said and Lisa nodded, forcing a smile.**Mello sat on the bed, memories of Lisa flooding his mind. He remembered how she laughs to his bad jokes, her little smiles whenever she eats his food, how she loved to be pampered by him whenever she finished long photo sessions and wondered where it all went wrong.He got up and went out of the room, his guilt trailing after him.The house was all quiet now so he figured, Lisa's mother and her daughter must have left.He walked out and stared at the mess over the dining table and sighed before starting to clean up the mess.By the time he was done,he was exhausted and decided to wait for Lisa on the
Mello scoffed, thinking it was all some bad joke orchestrated by Lisa." Stop it. I don't know what Lisa put you guys up to, but it's enough, please. Just stop before it drives me insane, " he said, stretching his palm to Ana who stood smiling." And where am I? " He asked, his eyes still savoring the beauty around him." Your new home, your father wanted you to have it, " she answered coldly.Mello's body shivered from the shock with his heart racing rapidly.He could tell from her face that she was serious.His father?He had been an orphan all this life, how come he suddenly have a Father?His grandma never told him anything about his father, so he assumed he never had one and yet, it seemed like he was from a rich family.Ana walked closer and smiled, handing him his phone." President Buster would like you to have this token till he returns to speak with you. He is currently in a meeting in Africa and would join you soon. " she said as Mello collected the phone.Mello saw a notif