"They are complete now! These are the ones on duty that night," the head guard reported, saluting as he stopped in front of Nicholas. The air in the lounge was thick with tension as Nicholas sat on the plush sofa, his fingers drumming anxiously on the armrest. A tumbler of amber liquid sat on the table before him, untouched for now, its golden hue glinting under the warm light. Across from him, Michos perched on the edge of a matching chair, his posture tense and alert. He was looking nervous, restless and uncomfortable. One could tell that something was going on in his mind, with the serious expression worn on his face. The entire security team that was on night duty two days ago all stood quietly on front of Nicholas, their gazes fixed straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to the unease permeating the room. They didn't know what was going on, but for Niçholas to have summon all of them, there must have been a problem. Nicholas exhaled a heavy sigh and reached for the tumbler, s
Michos fell silent, his brow furrowed in thought. After a moment, he spoke, his voice hesitant. "Well, if they actually did follow my path, Malakai can only send three people, as they are the only ones skilled enough to sneak in undetected. They are the people we used for such task." Nicholas raised his eyebrows, his interest piqued. "And who might those three be?" "Trish, Raylan, or North," Michos replied, his gaze dropping to the floor. "But it can't be Trish or Raylan – Raylan doesn't work for the RMI anymore, plus he is now in prison and didn't you even shoot him in the leg? Also, Trish is a woman... She doesn't know on tasks like this." Nicholas nodded, his mind racing. "That means North was the one only person they could have sent. North was the one who came here." Michos shook his head, a rueful chuckle escaping his lips. "No, actually. We can't be very sure. Malakai could have employed more people to carry out the task. He never runs out of employees. What if North is d
The soft click of Nicholas's polished leather boots echoed through the foyer as he descended the staircase. He was putting on a neatly pressed black button-down shirt and trousers, with a black sunglasses on sitting gently on his nose. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Nicholas's gaze immediately fell upon Michos, who was waiting patiently by the front door. Michos met Nicholas's eyes, a flicker of anticipation and nervousness flickering across his features. "Are you ready to go?" Nicholas asked, his voice calm and even. Michos chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing. "Of course," he replied, nodding slightly. "I am very ready when you are ready." Nicholas gave a slight shrug of his broad shoulders. "Then let's be on our way," he said, turning towards the exit. Just as the duo were about to step outside, a hurried clatter of footsteps drew their attention. Corer came rushing towards them, her expression a mix of concern and confusion. "Mr. Lought
The car glided smoothly through the gates of the Loughty estate. Nicholas and Michos sat in tense silence, their eyes fixed ahead as the car carried them closer to the end. As the car approached the center of the circular driveway, the driver brought it to a gentle stop. Nicholas and Michos exchanged a silent, weighted glance before swiftly exiting the vehicle. Their footsteps echoed against the floors as they hurried towards the front doors. Without a moment's hesitation, the duo strode through the double doors and into the foyer. The three housekeepers - Corer, Rookson, and Imran - who had been idling in the front room, immediately rose to their feet as they saw Michos and Nicholas. They weren't expecting them. Corer felt a chill run down her spine as she recognized the intensity in Nicholas and Michos's expressions. She and the others quickly averted their gaze, lowering their heads in a gesture of deference. "We didn't know you're going to return so early sir
Nicholas plopped down on the hard bench in the hospital reception, his body tense with worry. Sweat dotted his brow as he stared at the double doors leading to the emergency ward, beyond which Michos was fighting for his life. The earlier commotion of nurses and doctors rushing to tend to Michos had left Nicholas's heart pounding in his chest. And even the doctor's words didn't make any positive impact, rather it worsen it. The guard standing beside him placed a steady hand on Nicholas's shoulder. "Try to relax, sir. The doctors are doing everything they can for Michos. I think they know what they are doing, they have all the equipments. So, let's be rest assured. Everything is going to work smoothly and Michos will definitely survive," the guard said, trying to comfort the restless Nicholas. Nicholas exhaled a shaky breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I know, I know. But I can't help but worry, you also heard what the doctor said. Michos is..
"Is that not Michos?" Nicholas opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, three doctors emerged from the same direction, their faces set in a grim determination, there were also heading towards the nurses' direction. Unable to hold back his curiosity, Nicholas hurried towards the doctors, his guards following close behind. "Excuse me, what's going on?" he asked, his brow furrowed in a mix of concern and confusion. "Is that Michos on the gurney?" One of the doctors, a middle-aged man different from the one that attended to them before, paused and placed a reassuring hand on Nicholas's arm. "Mr. Loughty, yea... That's Michos. Michos's condition has taken a turn for the worse. We're taking him to the operating theater to perform emergency surgery." Nicholas's forehead creased in concern. "Worse? What do you mean, worse? I thought he was stable!" The doctor squeezed Nicholas's arm gently. "I'm afraid the poison has had a more severe effect than we anticip
"What the freak! What is the meaning of this?" one of the doctors demanded, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. Nicholas stepped into the room, his eyes narrowed in a fierce glare. "None of you should even try to touch Michos. I am taking him out of here," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Mr. Loughty, this is a..." one of the doctors tried to speak. "Just shut the hell up!" Niçholas cut in, his eyes glancing at their badges one after the other. It was exactly the badges Ryan had drawn. The badges were different and that obviously stated their level in the organization, but he still couldn't believe that these doctors were truly working with Malakai. The doctors in the sterile operating theater exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected outburst. Finally, after so many minutes of silence another doctor, a woman with a kind yet stern demeanor, spoke up. "Mr Loughty, do you understand the implications of what you're
The clock on Nicholas's wrist ticked past 6 o'clock as he stole a glance, the minutes slipping away with each labored breath Michos took on his lap. The guard who was sitting in the front seat beside the driver turned back, his brow furrowed with concern. "Is he still breathing?" the guard asked, his voice tinged with urgency. Nicholas looked down at the young man's pale, unconscious face, then back to the guard. "I can still feel his pulse, but his heart isn't beating normally." His own heartbeat quickened, the weight of Michos's life resting precariously in his hands. The guard's eyes widened. "Then we need to get him to a hospital right away! We're running out of time. How many hours drive is it to First City hospital... That's the only hospital we can trust now since it looks like the RMI have taken over everything." Nicholas shook his head firmly. "No hospitals... When it comes to this, we can't even trust the first city hospital. We're taking him straight