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RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 136
Nicholas drove in through the winding driveway of the Loughty's mansion. The gravel crunched beneath the tires as he expertly parked the car just right by the fountain at the centre of the driveway. As he stepped out, the cold night air wrapped around him. Ignoring the eerie silence that hung in the air, Nicholas opened the back door of his car and reached inside, his movements deliberate. With a swift motion, he pulled Luigi out of the car, the latter looking disheveled and terrified. Luigi's body collided with the unforgiving ground, but Nicholas wasted no time in hoisting him up and propelling him towards the mansion's entrance. "Move!" He ordered. The guards stationed near the door sprang into action at the sight of Nicholas and his captive, their eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Take him inside," Nicholas commanded, his voice devoid of emotion. The guards, their expressions stern, seized Luigi's arm roughly and escorted him into the mansion's depths, le
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"What is the name of the executive who was attacked?" Nicholas hesitated for a moment before replying, his gaze shifting to the floor momentarily before locking eyes with Luigi. "Mr. Du Pont," he replied, his voice laden with concern. Luigi's smirk played at the corners of his lips as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Mr. Du Pont wasn't attacked, rather, he orchestrated his own attack," he stated matter-of-factly, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. . Nicholas' brows furrowed in confusion, his mind struggling to grasp the implications of Luigi's words. "What!?" Nicholas and Mr. Philip's exclaimed in unison, Nicholas turning towards Mr. Philips with a pleading look in his eyes. Mr. Philips mirrored his disbelief, their shared glance speaking volumes of the turmoil that now enveloped them. Taking a step forward, Nicholas confronted Luigi, his voice laced with urgency. "What do you mean by that statement, Luigi? Did y
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The living room was shrouded in a heavy tension as Nicholas and Mr. Philips waited in silence for Ryan to arrive. Nicholas drummed his fingers anxiously against his thighs, the rhythmic tapping echoing through the grand space. Mr. Philips, on the other hand, sat perfectly still, his gaze fixed upon a point in the distance, as if he were lost in thought. There was a lot going on in both of their minds, but keeping quiet at that moment would be the best option. The minutes ticked by slowly, the grandfather clock in the corner seeming to count each second with a resounding tick. Nicholas stole a glance at Mr Philips, noting the deep lines etched into his brow, a telltale sign of the turmoil he must be feeling. Mr Philips had gone through alot all because of this issue and the fact that the real villain was lurking in the shadows of innocence while the innocent was suffering made him feel even more guilty. Finally, Mr. Philips let out a weighty sigh, breaking the
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The trio stood silently at the entrance of the blue chamber, their gazes fixed on the lifeless form sprawled on the cold, hard floor. The dim lighting cast an eerie glow over the scene, casting shadows that danced across the tall annoying walls. Ryan's brow furrowed as he recognized the man. "Luigi?" he breathed, his voice tinged with disbelief. Nicholas and Mr. Philips turned to him, surprise written on their features. "You know him?" Nicholas asked, his tone laced with curiosity. Ryan nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving the prone figure. "Who doesn't know Luigi? Wait, how were you able to capture Luigi?" "Why do you sound so serious?" Nicholas asked, his brows raised high. Ryan hurried beside Luigi, pressing his fingers on his neck, trying to feel his pulse, he then looked back at Nicholas, "Luigi is..." he paused, searching for the right words. "He's one of the most dangerous and cunning pawns used by the RMI." Mr. Philips frowned, his lips pursed i
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The air in the car was thick with anticipation as Nicholas, Ryan, and Mr. Philips sat silently, their eyes fixed on the empty street before them. The street lamps cast an eerie glow, illuminating the deserted road where they waited for Rage to arrive. Nicholas couldn't help but glance down at his watch, the seconds ticking by agonizingly slow. After nearly an hour of waiting, Mr. Philips finally broke the silence. "Do you think Rage is actually going to show up tonight, Nicholas? We've been waiting here since past 8, and it's almost half past nine. How long are we going to keep waiting?" Mr. Philips asked, his brow furrowed with concern. Nicholas shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, though the uncertainty was evident in his voice. "I don't know. But I so hope he shows up." Ryan shifted in the backseat, drawing their attention. "The RMI members can be unpredictable, just so you know. Rage might have gotten suspicious and decided not to come... You know they have rules and regs
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Mr. Du Pont stood rooted to the spot, his heart pounding in his ears as he gazed at the trio before him. Ryan, Nicholas, and Mr. Philips - three men he had once considered allies, now staring at him with menacing intent. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he fought the urge to turn and flee. But he knew that would be futile - they would catch him in an instant. Steeling his nerves, Mr. Du Pont managed a weak smile. "What are you talking about, Ryan? What RMI? Me? You are joking, right?" he asked, his voice quivering ever so slightly. Ryan's expression remained impassive as he stepped forward. "Mr. Du Pont, we don't have time to this unnecessary discussion. You need to come with us. Now." Mr. Du Pont chuckled nervously. "Come with you? Where are you taking me?" Nicholas moved to stand beside Ryan, his brow furrowed. "You'll find out soon enough, Mr. Du Pont. But I suggest you cooperate, for your own sake." The implied threat sent a shiver down Mr. Du
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Nicholas exchanged a pointed glance with Ryan and Mr. Philips, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. The air in the dimly lit chamber had grown heavy, charged with an overwhelming tension as Nicholas turned his gaze to Mr. Philips, his weathered features a mask of stoicism. "Mr. Du Pont," Nicholas said, his tone measured, "what secret are the RMI organization keeping that you refuse to divulge? You have been working with the Royal group for years now, as well as the RMI. Your trust is with the RMI, not us... I get that and I'm fine by it. But you don't have any choice now, so tell me... What secret are you talking about and we won't have any problem." Mr. Du Pont's lips curled into a smug smile, his eyes glinting with a defiance that belied his precarious position. "I'm afraid I can't tell you any more than that, Nicholas," he replied, his voice dripping with false sympathy. Nicholas felt a flicker of annoyance at the man's condescendi
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The air in the room was thick with tension as Nicholas, Mr. Philips, and Ryan took their positions around the two captives, Luigi and Mr. Du Pont. Luigi's sedative wore out quite quickly than even he had expected, so he woke up only to find out that his colleague had also been captured. Now, there was no way to escape. The men's faces were etched with a mixture of exhaustion and apprehension, their foreheads and noses still bearing the marks of their earlier altercation. Nicholas stood tall, his gaze boring into the eyes of the two men seated before him. The intensity of his stare was patent, as if he could peer straight into their souls and uncover their deepest secrets. Ryan, on the other hand, wore a scowl on his face, his frustration evident in the tight set of his jaw. Angrily, Ryan snatched Mr. Du Pont's phone from the table and hurled it towards him. "Your boss isn't answering the phone for goodness sake! I have tried the number for almost fifteen time
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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
