As Mello walked over and settled into his car, he couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh. Glancing at his watch, he noted the time, 11:39 am, and decided not to go to work. He needed some time to clear his mind and rest his head.Just as he was about to turn the key in the ignition, his phone buzzed with an incoming call from Kelan. Mello hesitated for a moment, debating the purpose of the call. But curiosity got the better of him, and he picked up the call. "Hey, Kelan. Tell me?"Mello inquired.Kelan's voice crackled over the line, his tone urgent and slightly flustered. "Hey, Mello. Sorry to bother you, but there are some things that really need your attention. I think it's best if you see them in person."Mello's brow furrowed in concern at Kelan's words. It wasn't like him to sound so stressed out. Whatever it was, it must be important."Okay, I'll head over right away. Wait for me at my office." Mello said before ending the call. With a resigned sigh, he put the car into gea
It was almost mid day as Reece patrolled the corridors of the Ashley Group, his mind buzzed with the weight of recent events. Despite being found not guilty, the accusations had left a stain on his reputation. Each step echoed the rhythm of his determination to prove himself once again, to rebuild the trust that had been tarnished. As Reece continued his patrol, a nagging sense of unease crept over him like a shadow. His instincts, honed through years of vigilant protection, whispered warnings in the back of his mind. Something wasn't right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.He scanned the corridor, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow, searching for any sign of trouble. The familiar sights and sounds of the people were all around him—the soft hum of conversation, the click of heels on polished floors—but beneath the surface, there was a tension he couldn't ignore.Reece's hand instinctively drifted to the concealed holster at his waist, fingers brushing against the reas
As Esther descended the stairs, the noise of the commotion grew louder, drawing her attention to the source—a disgruntled elderly woman at the counter, her features twisted in frustration as she voiced her discontent with a particular lipgloss.Approaching the counter with calm authority, Esther caught the cashier's eye and nodded, silently signaling that she was ready to intervene."What seems to be the problem here?" Ester's voice cut through the chaos, her presence commanding attention as she approached the counter. The cashier, relieved, quickly explained the situation."She's a regular customer," the cashier began, gesturing towards the elderly woman. "But yesterday, she pointed to a different lip gloss and said she wanted it, so I assumed she was looking for a change and gave it to her."Esther listened attentively, taking in the details before turning her gaze to the elderly customer. With a warm smile, she approached the woman, her voice gentle yet firm."Ma'am, I understand
Lisa's brow furrowed in confusion. "I didn't send any message," she said to herself." you were saying? " Ray asked and her eyes widened in response." Nothing" she smiled but he could tell it was not sincere.Ray's heart sank at the realization, a wave of embarrassment washing over him as he watched her face and he suspected she must have been crying.It was almost evening and yet ,he felt like not leaving her to herself." Uhm, won't you invite me in ?"he said , breaking the silence that ensued between them.Her eyes widened in surprise " uhm sorry" But before he could retreat, Lisa offered him a warm smile. "Oh sorry, please come in," she invited, stepping aside to let him enter.Ray's spirits lifted at her invitation, and he followed her inside, his eyes darting around the cozy interior of her home. The atmosphere was welcoming, with soft lighting and comfortable furnishings that exuded a sense of warmth and hospitality.Ray's eyes widened in surprise as he stepped into Lisa's li
Mello gave him a piercing stare, his expression inscrutable as he took in Kelan's words."I have evidence, files you'll like to see," Kelan continued, his voice unwavering as he held out the bundle of documents. "It took risking my life to obtain this, but you can check it yourself."Mello's gaze lingered on Kelan for a moment longer, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. "These documents," Kelan continued, his voice gaining strength with each word, "they detail Sir Ren's involvement in hard drugs and something you don't wish to know " kelan continued.A flicker of something unreadable passed over Mello's features, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took the evidence from Kelan's outstretched hands. He flipped through the pages with a practiced ease, his expression betraying nothing as he absorbed the information contained within.Kelan watched anxiously, the weight of his revelation hanging heavy in the air between them. He knew that what he had brought to Mello could change
As Sir Ren strode into his opulent establishment in the heart of Los Angeles, the grandeur of his domain greeted him like an old friend. The marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting a luxurious ambiance over the room. The air was filled with the subtle fragrance of exotic flowers, mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee.With an air of confidence befitting a man of his stature, Sir Ren made his way to his lavishly furnished office, adorned with antique furniture and adorned with priceless artwork. As he pushed open the intricately carved door, his eyes fell upon the figure of his waiting client, bathed in the sunlight streaming through the ornate windows."Ah, you're here," Sir Ren exclaimed with a grin, his voice echoing with authority and warmth as he crossed the room to take his seat behind his mahogany desk. Caleb, the client, returned Sir Ren's smile with equal warmth, his eyes alight with anticipation as he extended a hand in greet
As Caleb exited the room, the atmosphere shifted subtly. A figure clad in black, exuding an air of quiet confidence, strode into Sir Ren's office."Sean, you're here," Sir Ren greeted with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with familiarity as he gestured for Sean to take a seat.Sean returned the smile, his expression unreadable beneath the shadow of his dark attire. "Apologies for the delay, Sir Ren. I trust you've been keeping busy?"Sir Ren nodded, his gaze steady as he regarded Sean. "Indeed, there's never a dull moment in my line of work. But enough about me. Let's talk about why you're here."Sir Ren's smile widened."I hope you had a great time in prison," Sir Ren quipped, his tone laced with playful sarcasm.Sean sighed dramatically, his expression mockingly rueful. "I think I still missed that place," he replied with a chuckle, his laughter echoing in the confines of the office.As the laughter faded, Sir Ren's gaze turned serious once more, his mind already shifting back to th
It was almost dusk when Kelan arrived at the bustling seaport and stepped out of his car, a subtle unease tingled at the edges of his awareness. The air buzzed with a palpable tension, a feeling that prickled his skin like static electricity.Among the cacophony of sounds—the distant clang of ship bells, the rhythmic lapping of waves against the docks—Kelan couldn't shake the sense that something was amiss. His instincts whispered warnings, urging him to proceed with caution.With each step he took, the atmosphere grew heavier, like a thick fog descending upon the harbor. Kelan scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of trouble, his senses heightened by the anticipation of the unknown. Just before Kelan could take another step, two figures lunged at him from behind, with startling speed, their movements swift and precise. With a jolt of alarm, he felt a powerful impact, followed by darkness that enveloped him like a heavy blanket.As consciousness slipped away, Kelan's mind
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