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RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 76
The street was already empty as Nicholas kept on looking around, desperate to catch a glimpse of his wife. Something deep within him whispered that something was not quite right. This was exactly where India described, so why wasn't she here? He turned around, his eyes scanning the dimly lit alleyways, hoping to find her silhouette against the shadows. But what he saw instead were three figures emerging from the darkness. The men wore black cloth, their faces hidden behind menacing masks. Each carried a baton, their steps purposeful and threatening. Nicholas felt a knot tighten in his stomach, a flicker of confusion clouding his mind. He took a step back, instinctively creating some distance between himself and the approaching men. "Who are you?" Nicholas' voice trembled as he called out, his words hanging heavy in the silence. There was no response, only a menacing progression. The three men continued forward, their intentions shrouded in mystery. They all l
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"You started this game, now it's time for you to finish it." The tall guy, Radar's heart pounded heavily in his chest as Nicholas stepped forward, his face contorted with a mix of fear and anxiousness. His fingers clenched tightly around the baton, betraying the tremor in his hands. The lit cigar between his lips trembled slightly, a testament to the trepidation that had suddenly consume him. Fear coursed through his veins, but Radar refused to succumb to it. He was trying so hard not to feel intimidated because he was huger than Niçholas by he apparently was scared to death. Nicholas, wearing a sly smirk, taunted Radar. "Don't run away from me, Radar. I thought you were tougher than that." The words stung, anger fueling Radar's fledgling courage. "I'm not running away," he retorted, his voice laced with fake confidence. "If you take one more step, I won't hesitate to use this baton against you." Nicholas shrugged indifferently, his eyes flashing with arrog
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 78
The helicopter gently touched down on the rooftop of Nicholas's towering company building. As the aircraft's blades whirred to a halt, Nicholas emerged and adjusted his suit, displaying an air of confidence befitting a man of his stature. The security personnel followed suit, maintaining a respectful distance as he strode towards the glass doors, the entrance to his office. Confidently, Nicholas strode into his office, instructing the security personnel to wait outside his door. Nicholas was becoming people's target now and this was what they've been trying to avoid from the beginning. Only a few people knew his real identity, but what would happen when everyone knows that he was the one behind the management and direction of the Royal empire. As he settled into the comfort of his couch, he reached for the telephone, dialing Theresa's number. The sound of her voice brought a brief moment of relief as he spoke, his tone commanding. "Theresa, I need you in my office
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 79
"We need to prepare this sample as soon as possible and send it to department C for approval... I don't want y'all make a mess," Shane ordered, his eyes fixed on the people in front of him. Shane stood in the laboratory, his white lab coat pristine against the sterile surroundings. His attention was solely focused on the experiment before him, carefully mixing different substances together. His gloved hands manipulated various chemicals, carefully measured and mixed in delicate glassware. The sterile lab atmosphere hummed with the rhythmic clinking of glass against glass, punctuated by the occasional sigh of satisfaction from Shane. Lost in his work, Shane's focus was abruptly shattered by the shrill ring of his phone, jolting him from his concentration. Startled, he fumbled the burette and pipette he held, causing them to clatter onto the cabinet. He swiftly retrieved his phone from his pocket, glancing around the busy laboratory. Shane's eyes darted from one p
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Theresa cautiously stepped into the dimly lit and eerily quiet street. She was dressed entirely in black, a black jacket, black trousers, and black boots, all blending seamlessly with the shadows that surrounded her. Her gaze fixed on the row of parked cars, her eyes narrowing as she approached a sleek black Range Rover parked just outside the building. She knew Shane would be out anytime soon, so she needed to act fast. Opening the car door with practiced precision, Theresa settled into the driver's seat, her attention never wavering from the car parked in front of hers. It was a new white SUV car and it belonged to Shane. She adjusted the earbud nestled snugly in her left ear, its tiny wire connecting her to a voice that broke the icy silence. "Is anyone there?" She asked, her finger on the bud, "I am outside now, and I'm in the car, waiting for him to come out." "Theresa, this is HQ. You're in position. Shane should be out there anytime soon, he's started packin
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As she closed the door to her car, engulfed by a sea of unease, the air seemed to thicken with an unspoken presence. The sound of a voice, bold and masculine, penetrated the silence. Theresa's heart skipped a beat as she turned towards the source, her body locking up with a sudden shock. "What are you doing here, Theresa?" the voice boomed, filling the atmosphere with an intensity that sent shivers cascading down her spine. Theresa froze in absolute shock. She couldn't believe her ears. Slowly, she turned around, feeling both reluctant and nervous. Who could it be? As she faced the source of the voice, she found herself staring at a familiar face. It was her ex-boyfriend, Ryan. He was smiling broadly, as if he had just stumbled upon a long-lost treasure. "Babe," Narrowing her gaze at Ryan, Theresa pointed her finger accusingly, muttering, "You?" Ryan nodded gently, his smile easing back into something more neutral. "Yes, it's me. What are you doing in this st
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 82
Nicholas paced back and forth in his house, his eyes filled with worry as he dialed Theresa's number. The phone rang, but there was no answer. "Why is this girl not answering her phone?" Nicholas slapped her forehead, anger brewing in him. Frustration built within him, and just as he was about to dial the number again, the sharp sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. Nicholas turned around, his heart pounding, to see Mr. Du Pont walking towards him. Worry etched on both their faces, they shared a common concern. "Mr. Loughty, good evening. Have you been able to reach Theresa? I have been trying to reach her too... what's going on?" Mr. Du Pont asked, his voice laced with anxiety. Nicholas shook his head, his worry deepening. "No, she hasn't been answering her phone. I'm starting to think something might have happened to her. I don't even know, I'm just very nervous at the moment." Mr. Du Pont moved closer, placing a comforting hand on Nicholas's shou
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 83
The sleek, black luxury car glided effortlessly into the company premises, its chrome accents glistening under the morning sun. Mr. Du Pont sat in the backseat as the vehicle maneuvered smoothly towards the parking lot. Mr. Du Pont was sweating and one could notice how nervous he was, but his driver couldn't talk. His driver swiftly stepped out of the driver's seat and opened the rear door for Mr. Du Pont, who emerged with an air of purpose and authority. "Stay out here," he said with authority. Walking towards the towering building, Mr. Du Pont was greeted by the familiar faces of employees who respectfully acknowledged his presence. It was like a daily ritual, normal but he so wasn't in for it today. Nicholas wouldn't be available today, so he would have to handle everything, including Theresa's. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings as he made his way to the reception area, a sense of anticipation lingering in the air. He just wanted to see one person and that
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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
