" Good but we still have to be careful" Perry said" This plan has a 78% failure rate meaning the success rate is just 12% which is too low to rely on" he added.Ray smiled." Well, who said it was going to be easy anyway. The risk all together makes it exhilarating, don't you think?" Ray laughed to himself.Glory joined in the laugh." Well, I'll inform the boys to keep trying to breach the system, who knows, there might be able to see a crack "" Perfect, this plan is just the best. I'll give you all till tomorrow to find out when the hospital receives its drugs from the pharmaticals, the delivery routes and times the delivery is made and the process it undergoes before it fully land inside Ashley health center. I need every detail to the brim" Ray said and they all nodded." I just pray everything goes well or else it will bounce back on us" Perry added,, jotting things into his jotter. " Be rest assured, Perry, We are all going to enjoy this" Ray said and smiled." Well I'll tak
( Some minutes later )Lisa stepped into the grand venue of the fashion gala, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. As she made her way through the crowd, heads turned, and whispers followed. As Lisa mingled among the guests, her manager approached with a sense of urgency. With a discreet nod and a gentle touch on her arm, he conveyed that it was time for her to take the stage.Lisa nodded in understanding, her heart pounding with anticipation. With a final sip from her glass, she set the glass down and gracefully made her way towards the stage entrance.At the backstage, Lisa stood in front of a full-length mirror and meticulously adjusted her dress, ensuring every fold and seam lay perfectly against her frame. With a final glance at her reflection, she smoothed down her hair and took a deep breath. As she stepped onto the stage, the spotlight enveloped her in its warm embrace and she made her way down the runway. The audience fell silent, their eyes fixated on her
( Later that day) Mello arrived at his father's mansion in Dally Valley that evening.He walked out of his car and walked in.He had a hard day at work and his father requested his presence so he decided to visit his father before driving to his mansion He saw Mr Baker reading a file." where is my father?" Mello asked as he moved in fully." he is in the main room" " ok, thanks." Mello answered and headed to the main room.He got to a door and a maid opened the door to the room.As Mello entered his father's main room, he noticed the presence of an unfamiliar figure in a white lab coat, sitting across from Mr. Buster. The man had a stethoscope draped around his neck, and a small medical bag rested at his feet.He noticed it wasn't the doctor he knew his father with."Father, who's this? I thought you were perfectly fine. " Mello inquired, gesturing towards the doctor.Mr. Buster glanced at Mello with a faint smile. "Mello, meet Dr. Lexi, my new doctor. I was just having my regula
It was almost late by 8:45 pm when Mello drove into the towering structure of Ashley Quarters.Beautiful lights illuminated the whole building, making it more brighter.He alighted from his car and moved into the building in a hurry, his mind calculating every possible way out.The emergency meeting room buzzed with tension as Mello entered, his presence commanding attention. He scanned the room, noting the furious faces of the shareholders, their voices rising in anger as they voiced their concerns about Sir Barnes's alleged incompetence.One shareholder, Mrs. Jenkins, a formidable woman with piercing eyes, stood up and pointed a finger accusingly. "This is unacceptable! Sir Barnes's incompetence is going to cost us millions!"Mello raised a hand as he ascended the podium, his calm demeanor a contrast to the heated atmosphere in the room. "Please, everyone, let's remain calm and civil. I understand your frustration, but let's not jump to conclusions." He scanned the few faces in the
-N.S.A... los Angeles Branch-The moon stood high in the night sky as Jeremy and Mera returned to their office after another failed interrogation visit to Sean's cell.They got to the office door and greeted a colleague who was passing by Entering the dimly lit room, Jeremy tossed his coat onto a nearby chair and ran a hand through his tousled hair, frustration reeling through his veins . Mera followed close behind.Jeremy strode to his desk, the soft glow of the light bulb casting long shadows across the medals and trophies that sat on the wooden shelf by the wall. He sank into his chair, his eyes drawn to the stack of case files piled haphazardly in the corner—a constant reminder of the mysteries that still eluded them.Mera perched on the edge of the desk, her gaze meeting Jeremy's with unspoken understanding. "We need to figure out what Sean was involved in," she said, her voice tinged with urgency. "And who's behind it all."Jeremy nodded, his jaw set. " But Sean is unwilling
Jeremy's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face her, his eyes narrowing. "We need to check on him," he said, his voice urgent. "Now."Without hesitation, they rushed back into the building, their footsteps echoing through the empty corridors as they made their way to the holding cells, their senses on high alert.As they reached Sean's cell, Jeremy's heart sank at the sight before him. The door to Sean's cell lay shattered on the ground, broken beyond repair. It was the only cell that had been breached, a clear sign that whoever had attacked them had been specifically targeting him.Mera gasped in horror as she surveyed the damage, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "Oh no," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "Where could he be? So they must have come for him "Jeremy's mind raced with possibilities as he scanned the cell for any sign of their missing prisoner. But there was nothing—no trace of Sean to be found.With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Jerem
As Mello entered the Blue Mask building with the necklace in his pocket, the air was abuzz with energy and liveliness . The sleek, modern interior exuded an air of sophistication, with polished floors and stylish furnishings that spoke to the glamour of the fashion industry.As he moved through, Colleagues exchanged knowing glances as he made his way, whispers of curiosity trailing in his wakeSome thought of him as a model but he was less concerned about what they thought if him.As he passed by the busy offices and bustling corridors, Mello couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that lingered within him. Each person he encountered seemed to sense the underlying tension in the air, their gazes lingering on him for a moment longer than usual.Finally, Mello bursted at an opening and made his way to the front desk, his footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor."Good afternoon, sir. How can I assist you today?" the receptionist greeted him with a polite smile."I'm here to
As Mello stood on Lisa's doorstep, his finger hesitated over the doorbell. The warm breeze brushed against his skin, carrying with it a sense of anticipation and apprehension. With a deep breath, he pressed the doorbell, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood. The warm breeze of the late afternoon stirred the air around him, but it did little to alleviate the tension that coiled within him like a tightening knot.He pressed the doorbell again, his patience wearing.Moments passed, each one stretching out in eternity as Mello waited for a response. And then, the door swung open, revealing a woman in a purple T-shirt and denim shorts—a stranger to Mello, yet strangely familiar.His brows furrowed in confusion as he took in her appearance, his mind racing to make sense of the situation. Was he at the wrong address? Had he made a mistake?Before he could utter a word, the woman's eyes widened in surprise, and she spoke his name—Mello.Mello's heart skipped a beat at the sound o
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