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RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 119
As Nicholas swiped his access card at the door and turned the doorknob, a sense of unease crept over him. His fingers lingered on the metal handle for a moment longer than usual, his instincts tingling with a foreboding warning. Just then, his eyes widened in surprise, his pupils dilating as he gripped the door knob harder. The trio standing behind him—Mr. Philips, Mr. Andrea, and Mr. Du Pont—immediately noticed the subtle shift in Nicholas's demeanor. Concern etched on Mr. Philips' face, he inquired, "What's the problem, Mr. Loughty?" Nicholas took a moment to collect his thoughts before muttering slowly, "Someone was here." The gravity of his words hung heavy in the air, sending a chill down their spines. Mr. Philips's gaze narrowed as he questioned, "Hold on, what!? You mean someone came into this blue room? No, that's not possible. Who could have been here?" Nicholas's gaze flickered to Mr. Andrea, not uttering a word, the gaze lingering on him. Sen
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 120
As Nicholas' flared up, the tense silence in the room hung heavy like a thick fog. The stunned expressions on the faces of Mr. Andrea and Mr. Du Pont mirrored the shock etched on Mr. Philips' features. Each man stood frozen in disbelief of what they just figured out. After what seemed like an eternity, Nicholas finally broke the silence, his voice low and deliberate, as he addressed Mr. Philips. "Hold on, Is it true that you are a member of the RMI group, Mr. Philips? All I need is a genuine answer, I do not want beating about the bush," he asked, his words lingered in the air, charged with accusation and suspicion. Mr. Philips' face contorted in fear, his eyes darting around the room desperately. He vehemently denied the accusation, shaking his head in denial. "How, Mr. Loughty? I don't know what Shane is talking about. Do you even think it's possible that I am working with such a terrible, parasitic organization?" he protested, his voice tinged with fear. "Shane is obv
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 121
As Nicholas and Mr. Du Pont alighted from the car that drove them into the police town, both of them strode into the bustling police station, the air heavy with tension and urgency. The sterile walls echoed with the sound of conversations and ringing phones. As they entered, their footsteps reverberated through the corridor, drawing the attention of the officers on duty. "Compose yourself, that's Mr. Loughty." Murmurs of admiration went on underneath. As they entered, Nicholas approached a uniformed police officer, his expression serious yet searching. "Is Mr. Singh available?" he inquired, his tone firm. The officer nodded in response, acknowledging Nicholas's inquiry. "Yes, he's in his office. Please come with me," the officer gestured, leading Nicholas and Mr. Du Pont down a series of hallways to the chief's domain. Upon reaching the chief of police's office, Nicholas and Mr. Du Pont were greeted by a warm smile from Mr. Singh. Rising from his chair, Mr.
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 122
Nicholas sat on the plush couch in the dimly-lit room, a cascade of smoke swirling lazily around him as he took another drag from his cigarette. His gaze fixed on an invisible point in the distance, his mind consumed by clouds of thoughts that seemed to drift aimlessly in the haze of smoke. The amber liquid in the glass he held glinted softly in the subdued light, the gentle swirls within the whiskey mirroring the turbulent whirlpool of emotions that churned within him. As if on cue, the heavy wooden door creaked open and Mr. Du Pont entered the room with purpose. "Mr. Loughty, I thought you said you'd come meet me when you're ready? We have to go look for evidence that proves Philips guilty. Time's not on our side, once Philips is released, we might not be able to get him again," Mr. Du Pont's voice cut through the stillness of the room, breaking Nicholas' reverie. The sudden intrusion jolted Nicholas out of his stupor, his eyes darting to meet Mr. Du Pont's
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 123
Together, Mr. Du Pont and Shane hurried towards the door, the sense of impending danger hanging heavy in the air. With a swift motion, Mr. Du Pont pushed open the door, only to come face to face with a guard standing sentinel just outside. Their eyes locked in a moment of shock, realization dawning on them both as they stood frozen in place. The air crackled with tension, the silence broken only by the pounding of their hearts in unison. "I knew it!" Shane muttered beneath his breath, blinking severally. At the doorstep stood a guard, a platter of food in his hand, his expression morphing from confusion to suspicion as he took in the unexpected sight before him. His stern gaze bounced between Mr. Du Pont and Shane, a question lingering in the air. "What's going on here?" the guard inquired, his voice laced with authority. Mr. Du Pont didn't say a word, he and Shane stood there, staring at him. Just as the guard was about to alarm the rest of the guards, Mr. Du
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 124
Nicholas stood in front of the dressing mirror in his room, the muted sunlight filtering through the curtains softly illuminated his features. He meticulously combed through his dark hair, each and straightened his burgundy tie with precision. Dressed in a tailored navy suit, he exuded an air of confidence and sophistication. The faint scent of cologne lingered around him as he checked his reflection one final time, ensuring that every detail was impeccable. Today was going to be a big day, he knew that. He would be meeting so many business men from around the world, so he had to take his mind of everything that had been happening lately and just focus on one thing - Not to mess up. Just as Nicholas was about to step away from the mirror, a sharp rap on the chamber door interrupted the quiet ambience of his room. No one knocks on his door... No one ever did. His brows knitted in mild curiosity as he turned towards the door, a perplexed expression crossing his f
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 125
Niçholas sat down at the metal table in the dimly lit visitor's room, his anticipation obvious in the tense silence that hung heavily in the air. The stark fluorescent lights overhead cast shadows that danced across the walls, adding an eerie aura to the room. Alot was going on in his head as his eyes darted around the room. The RMI and the deeds they've done just within a month is baffling and it just made Nicholas look weak. It was as though he was battling with a ghost. He couldn't see who was against him, he knew nothing about whoever it was all he see what their actions. He impatiently tapped his feet on the cold linoleum floor, the rhythmic sound echoing through the room as he waited restlessly for the attendants to bring in Mr. Philips. Mr, Philips could spread more light this issue, he reckoned. Because if Mr. Philips was not part of the RMI, then there would still be someone out there whom Shane was trying to protect. After what felt like an eternity, the he
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 126
Nicholas couldn't shake off the weight of Radar's words that lingered in the air like a dense fog, clouding his every thought. The uncertainty gnawed at him, causing him to pace back and forth in his office, its walls echoing the rhythmic thud of his footsteps. As he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, his mind danced with a myriad of scenarios. Should he confront India immediately, face-to-face at the Avendano Villa, or should he reach out to her through a phone call, hoping to quell the storm of doubts brewing within him? Why would India just be angry at him? He was trying to come up with a major reason but he couldn't find one. Just as he contemplated picking up his phone, a sudden interruption startled him. The familiar chime of his ringing phone pierced the heavy silence of the room, pulling his attention to the glowing screen displaying India's name. Surprise flickered in his eyes as he hesitantly answered the call, bringing the phone to his ea
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CHAPTER 278 - HE'S GONE, FOREVER.
As Nicholas and Ryan got back to the mansion, Nicholas turned to Ryan, his expression grim. "Ryan, make research on every possible place Malakai could be at the moment and the kinds of appointments he have. You need to be quick with it," he said, his voice laced with urgency. Ryan nodded, already moving towards the study. "I'll get started on it right away," he assured, his footsteps echoing down the hall. An hour later, Ryan returned, a triumphant gleam in his eye. "I think I've found something," he announced, handing Nicholas a sheet of paper. "What is it?" Nicholas asked, his gaze scanning the document. "The last call Malakai made was to a man named Alvonso, he also made a call last night to the same man," Ryan explained. "They agreed to meet at a place called 'Dark Centre.' I don't know where that is, do you?" Nicholas felt a chill run down his spine. "Dark Centre," he murmured, his expression darkening. "Yes. I know it well. Malakai has used it as a
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CHAPTER 277 - SHE IS
Nicholas sat in his lounge, staring pensively out the window as he munched on the fresh fruit arranged on the table before him. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the glass, illuminating the worry etched on his brow. He had much to contemplate. While Nicholas was munching on the fruits, Ryan, strode into the room. Ryan's expression was unreadable as he placed a manila file on the table in front of Nicholas. "I have some news," he said simply, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a bite. Nicholas looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Good news or bad news? All I've been hearing you guys tell me since I came back is bad news, I don't want anymore." he asked cautiously. Ryan shrugged noncommittally. "That depends on how you look at it, I don't know if it's good or bad," he replied, chewing contemplatively. Feeling a growing sense of unease, Nicholas sat up straighter. "Well, what is it then?" he pressed. With a heavy sigh, Ryan met Nichola
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CHAPTER 276 - REGRET
India's heart sank, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of this new revelation. The thought made her stomach churn with a mixture of betrayal and fury. She glanced out the window, noting that the day was waning, the sky slowly shifting to a deeper shade of blue. Turning back to Alexander, she reached out and grasped his hand, her gaze soft and reassuring. "I'm going to stay with you tonight," she said, her voice firm. "I want to be here, to make sure you're safe. He knows you're alive now, he might wanna try something stupid." Alexander smiled, his eyes brightening with relief. "Thank you, India. I'm glad you're here." The next morning, India rose early. She had slept fitfully, her dreams plagued by visions of her cousin in peril and Malakai's betrayal. As she dressed, she glanced back at Alexander, who was still soundly asleep. "I'll be back soon," she whispered, pausing to press a kiss to his forehead before slipping out of the room.
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CHAPTER 275 - DON'T DO IT
India rushed through the hospital's lobby, her footsteps echoing against the floors as she made her way to the front desk. Her heart pounded with anticipation. Just as she reached the counter, a familiar face caught her eye. "Dr. Sinclair!" India called out, her voice laced with relief. The physician turned and greeted India with a warm smile. "Lady Avendano, I'm so glad you're here," Dr. Sinclair said, gesturing for India to follow her. "I was hoping to speak with you." India fell into step beside the doctor, her gaze fixed on the woman's face, searching for any sign of good news. "How is Alexander doing? Is he awake? Can I see him? Even if not talk to him, it's my right you know it." Dr. Sinclair nodded, her expression reassuring. "Calm down, Lady Avendano. You have nothing to worry about, at all... your cousin has made remarkable progress. He's been asking for you, actually. If you'll come with me, I'll take you to his room." India's breath caught in her
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CHAPTER 274 - CANDACE'S ARREST
India gripped the steering wheel tightly as she navigated the winding road. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of what had happened at home, how she just ended things with Malakai and Alexander, and the anticipation of seeing him was building with each passing mile. Maybe this time around, he'd be able to talk or say something. Suddenly, a familiar beeping from her phone disrupted the hum of the engine. India's brow furrowed as she glanced down, her eyes landing on the message notification that had just popped up. It was from the unknown number again. Her heart skipped a beat, as she clicked on the message and she read the ominous words: "You did a great job with Nimah. While I am very not satisfied with what you did, I am willing to reward you. Are you ready to know who killed your grandfather?" India's fingers trembled as she stared at the screen, her breath catching in her throat. She knew she should ignore the message, continue on to the hospital. But the curiosity that h
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CHAPTER 273 - IT'S A PLOT
Malakai's eyes flashed with a mixture of confusion and hurt. He just didn't want to agree. "I don't understand. We've been working towards this for so long. The plan was foolproof. Why would you refuse to work with me now?" India offered him a small, sympathetic smile. "I know, and I appreciate all the work you've put into it. But my mind is made up. If you don't mind, I really should be going now." She rose from her chair, smoothing her hands over her skirt once more. Malakai nodded slowly, his expression resigned. "I see. Well, I respect your decision, India. I wish you all the best." India inclined her head. "Thank you, Malakai. And I'm sorry I have to leave so soon, but I have somewhere I need to be." "Oh, so soon. Where are you going though?" Malakai asked, his brows furrowing once more. "I need to get to the hospital as soon as possible," India replied, her voice soft. "Hospital? Are you sick?" "Oh no... I'm actually going to visit Alexande
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CHAPTER 272 - OAUIS
India sat at the cafe table, her fingers drumming lightly against the smooth, wooden surface as she glanced down at her wristwatch. Ten minutes had passed since she'd arrived, and there was still no sign of Malakai. Tucking an errant strand of her dark hair behind her ear, India scanned the bustling cafe, her gaze settling on the entrance as Malakai's familiar car finally pulled up. Malakai alighted from the vehicle, slowly making his way across the crowded patio. India felt a small smile tug at the corners of her lips as he approached, and when they met, she welcomed him with a warm embrace. "I'm so glad you could make it," Malakai said, his voice soft, as they pulled apart. India's face was alight with a bright smile, her hazel eyes twinkling. "Of course. I wouldn't miss this for the world." She laughed. "Haha, well, thank you for coming in such a short notice," Malakai said again as he gestured to the empty chair across from her, "Please, have a seat my la
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CHAPTER 271 - TALK OF THE DEVIL
Another round of shocked gasps filled the air, the family members trading bewildered glances. Leafer, Nimah's elder sister, rose from her seat as she narrowed her gaze, her finger pointing accusingly at Nimah. "Wait, which Nicholas are you talking about, Nee?" she demanded, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "Nicholas Loughty of the Royal group, or Nicholas, the manager of KMT markets?" Nimah chuckled, her expression nonchalant. "I'm actually referring to India's husband, Nicholas," she stated matter-of-factly. "He and I have been... intimate. And here I am, carrying his baby in my womb. A dream come true, if you ask me." The room erupted into a cacophony of shocked exclamations, the family members struggling to comprehend the Nimah's words. Xavier, his face flushed with a mix of anger and disbelief, rose from his seat again, his gaze fixed on Nimah. "Do you realize what you're saying, Nimah?" he questioned, his voice tight with barely contained fury.
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CHAPTER 270 - WHAT!?
India stepped out of her room, her carefully made-up face masking the tiredness etched on her soul. Three sleepless nights had taken their toll, her worry for Alexander's recovery consuming her every waking moment. The doctor had to assure her that Alexander would be fine before she agreed to go home. India's grasped the doorknob, taking a deep breath before pulling the door open. It's another day to go check on Alexander, hoping he would finally be able to say a word to her. As the door opened fully, her eyes landed on the figure standing before her. Nimah stood there at the doorstep with a hesitant expression on her face, hands clasped tightly together in front of her. India's brow furrowed in confusion, her mind racing to piece together why Nimah would be waiting at her doorstep. "Nimah?" she questioned, a slight edge to her tone. "What are you doing here? What the hell? You scared me... How long have you been standing there?" Nimah swallowed hard, her gaz
