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"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
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"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
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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
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The heavy silence that had blanketed the lounge where Nicholas, Mr Philips, Ryan and all of the guards were all sitting, mourning Michos's death was suffocating, punctuated only by the muffled sobs of Imran and Rookson. Their faces were streaked with tears and one could tell that they had been crying for a very long time now. Corer stood beside them, her expression unreadable as she glanced at the two men with a frown. Her face expressed no particular emotion, none one could tell if she was sad or not, but she was obviously irritated by Rookson and Imran's cry. "Can you guys shut the fuck up!? Why are the two of you crying so hard as though it's one of your relatives that passed away?" Corer said, her voice laced with a hint of disdain. "It looks like you're faking it, because I don't get why you're both crying so hard. Just tell us if you are hiding anything." Rookson looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy. "Why would you say that, Corer?" he said, his voice
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The silence had once again descended, broken only by the occasional shifting of bodies and the muted ticking of the grandfather clock, that was in the wall. Ryan, his brow furrowed, finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the stillness. "What are we going to do about Michos's body now Nicholas? What if the RMI wants his body, what would we do about it?" he asked, his words weighted. Nicholas sighed, his expression pensive, "They definitely can't ask for the body and even if they do, I belie..." Nicholas couldn't finish his statement when his phone began to vibrate on the table, the sudden sound startling the occupants of the room. Nicholas frowned, his gaze fixed on the screen as he looked the caller ID. Noticing his change in demeanor, Mr. Philips leaned forward, his own curiosity piqued. "Who is it calling?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern and curiosity. Reluctantly, Nicholas looked up, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "It's Ma
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 195
The sun's warm rays beamed down upon the white gate as Nicholas gently eased himself out of the black vehicle. His movements were measured and deliberate, betraying none of the anticipation that swirled within him. With his black leather briefcase firmly in hand, he approached the gate, his polished boots clicking against the well-manicured path. He had driven himself from the Loughty's estate to this DeVenera Estate and he only one mission. Nicholas paused before the gate, his gaze sweeping over the intricate ironwork. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and pressed the brass bell, the chime echoing through the quiet scene. He stood there calmly, his expression neutral, as he waited for a response. The minutes ticked by, the only sound the occasional chirping of birds. It looked like most people in that community has a parrot. Then, finally, the gate began to creak open, revealing a burly man in a crisp blue uniform. The guard's eyes narrowed as he took in
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Vritt's brow furrowed as Nicholas said that, but then realization dawned on his features. "Ah, of course, you are very right," he said, nodding. He turned towards the dining room and called out, "Darling, Liam, I need you to go to your room for a bit. The work is about to begin. I am really sorry for the inconveniences I may be causing you okay. Liam, if you're not done with your meal, you can definitely take it upstairs." Instantly, Vritt's wife and son rose from the table and hurried up the stairs, disappearing from view. Vritt watched them go, then turned his attention back to Nicholas, a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. "There," he said, leaning back against the sofa. "Now, we can talk freely. What do you have for me, Rhino?" Nicholas reached down and grasped the handle of the briefcase, lifting it onto the coffee table between them. He paused, his fingers caressing the smooth leather, and then slowly opened the clasps. Vritt leaned forward, his eyes
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Wraith paced back and forth in the lounge, the phone in his hand trembling slightly as he dialed Vritt's number yet again. Raven and Malakai sat silently nearby, their expressions tense. Malakai, seated in his wheelchair, wore a pained and frustrated look, as if the weight of the situation bore heavily upon him. Vritt was the one delaying them. He should have arrived by now. Malakai glanced at the walk clock and shook his head again. The phone rang, the tone echoing through the room, but there was no answer on the other end. Wraith frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Vritt isn't picking up, he isn't answering is call... When did he start to that? I have been calling him for the past ten minutes and I've not even gotten a response?" he muttered, dropping the phone onto the table with a frustrated sigh. He slumped into one of the plush armchairs, his shoulders sagging. Raven cleared his throat, drawing Wraith's attention. "How long are we going to wait for Vritt to arri
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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
