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Nicholas's eyes dilated in shock as the phone reflexively dropped from his hand, clattering onto the doctor's desk. "What!?" The sudden loud noise caused the doctor, who had been sitting quietly across from Nicholas, to jump slightly in his chair. "Is everything alright, Mr. Loughty?" the doctor asked, his brow furrowed with concern. Nicholas stared ahead blankly, his mind racing to process the devastating news he had just received. Mr. Ricardo had been killed. Too? As in dead? By unknown men, no less. Nicholas felt a heaviness settle in the pit of his stomach as a wave of dread washed over him. After a long pause, Nicholas slowly turned his gaze to the doctor. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He cleared it and tried again. "I...I'm afraid I need to leave now. Immediately," he said, his voice low and strained. The doctor nodded slowly. "Of course, take all the time you need. But, please before you go, there's something I think you should see.
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"I think you need a replacement... I can see you don't know how to driver faster than this," Niçholas complained, shaking his head as he stared at the driver was trying all his best to drive as fast as he could. Niçholas was just being too impatient. "I am really sorry, My Lord. I will driver faster." The driver pleaded, pulling the car up the winding driveway of the Loughty estate, the gravel crunching beneath the tires as he swerved around the fountain at the entrance. Nicholas, his brow furrowed in impatience and eagerness, quickly alighted from the vehicle, straightening his suit jacket and strode towards the waiting private jet, his polished dress shoes clicking against the cobblestones. Four men in crisp, black suits stood guard at the base of the aircraft's stairs, their hands clasped firmly in front of them. As Nicholas approached, they parted to allow him access, nodding respectfully. Nicholas ascended the stairs, his gaze fixed ahead. At the top, Mr. Gnits, a very skil
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 153
Nicholas sat alone in the center of the room that had been booked for him, his forehead creased with a deep furrow as he slowly lowered his phone onto the polished mahogany table in front of him. He just finished speaking with his commander, making sure all of his executives were safe. Yeah, they were. They've made sure none of them leave the without security. They hadn't seen no one roaming or anything suspicious, but they still needed to take precautions. A heavy weight seemed to settle in the pit of his stomach, manifesting in the tightness of his chest and the distant look that had taken over his sharp features. He had been Rome since yesterday, trying to make sure everything was okay before he returned to Launceston. They needed to confirm if the assailants were still roaming about, otherwise, he'd have left for Vietnam himself. They needed him there too... The industry would have to stop every activities for some many days and Nicholas knew he needed to go boost their morale w
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The ward was quiet as Nicholas and Gnits approached Mr. Philips' bedside. Nurses fluttered about, tending to monitors and checking his vitals, but they promptly scattered at Mr. Philips' dismissive wave of his hand. "Leave us," he commanded, his voice raspy but firm. The nurses exchanged bewildered glances but dutifully filed out of the room, their crisp white uniforms rustling as they went. Nicholas felt a pang of pity for the old man. Mr. Philips looked frail, propped up against the pillows, his complexion sallow and his breathing labored. But despite his fragile state, there was a resolute gleam in his eyes as he regarded them. "Mr. Loughty. Mr. Gnits." Mr. Philips acknowledged them with a slight nod. "I'm glad you're here. You arrived earlier than I expected." Nicholas offered a small smile as he drew closer to the bed. "How are you feeling, Mr Philips?" Mr. Philips chuckled, a dry, wheezing sound. "Better than yesterday, I suppose." He sh
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 155
"Hooooooo!" Nicholas stepped out of the dimly lit bar, his face alight with a joyous smile. The cool evening air caressed his skin as he made his way towards the grand living room of his mansion. Clutched in his hands were two bottles of the coveted Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon, a rare and exquisite wine that would make any oenophile's heart flutter. As he approached the living room, he could see the silhouettes of his guests, Gnits and Mr. Philips, seated comfortably on the plush leather couches. After waiting for days, Mr. Philips was finally discharges from the hospital. Though, he wasn't completely fit, he was ready to get back into office and take things down with Malakai. Their conversation fell silent as Nicholas entered, all eyes drawn to the precious cargo he carried. Gnits was the first to react, rising from his seat with a look of awe etched on his face. He rubbed his eyes, trying to confirm if he wasn't seeing something else before voicing out. "Is
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The car's tires screeched as Mr. Philips swerved to the side of the road, bringing the vehicle to an abrupt stop. They had arrived in Spain for their very mission and they were already on their way to the University of Seville. There was no security men following them, they were in casual clothes and the car they were driving had no unique plate number like Nicholas's cars would. All this was to arouse suspicion, as it was now clear that they were being trailed by the RMI. Mr. Philips who was sitting in the driver's seat, glanced over his shoulder at Gnits and Niçholas in the back. "Why did you ask me to stop here?" Mr. Philips asked, his eyes fixed on Nicholas. Nicholas held up a hand, his gaze locked on the phone in his other hand. "I just got a message from Malakai." Gnits and Mr. Philips eyes dilated in surprise as they both exclaimed simultaneously, "Malakai!? What does it say?" "Yes, Malakai," Nicholas nodded. "But I'm waiting for it to load."
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The jet's wheels touched down onto the lush lawn of the Loughty mansion, kicking up a flurry of freshly cut grass. A group of armed guards stood at the ready, their expressions stoic and unwavering as the aircraft came to a complete stop. They had been flying for over four hours. The mood was somber, the darkness of the night casting long shadows across the estate, causing the dew-kissed blades to glitter like a million tiny diamonds. Michos, his hands bound behind his back, was roughly yanked from his seat by Mr. Philips, his grip unyielding as he ushered the captive forward. "Move!" he growled, his voice low and menacing. Nicholas, Gnits, and Mr. Philips emerged from the jet, their faces etched with a mixture of exhaustion and determination. The guards immediately converged, surrounding Michos and removing the blindfold that had been obscuring his vision. "Take him," Mr. Philips barked, shoving Michos towards the waiting guards. "You know where to put h
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"Keep Michos in the blue chamber, he is not allowed to leave. No matter what he says, do not open the door for him. He is very dangerous and manipulative, so you don't want to fall for any of his pranks." Mr. Philips had explained to the guards before they left for the Avendanos villa. The gleaming silver Bentley glided smoothly through the ornate wrought-iron gates of the Avendanos' sprawling estate, its polished exterior reflecting the warm glow of the street lamps that illuminated the winding driveway. Behind it, a convoy of seven sleek black SUVs followed suit, their tinted windows casting an ominous shadow over the otherwise picturesque scene. As the car rolled to a stop before the mansion, an air of anticipation hung thick in the evening air. The residents of the Avendano estate, accustomed to the occasional display of wealth and influence, watched with curiosity as the passenger door opened, and Nicholas emerged, his usually composed demeanor tinged with an u
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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
