Adrian’s brows were set in a deep V as he overheard the thug leader mention Alpha Group on the phone. His company was behind the eviction of these innocent people? His mind immediately went to the massive construction project they were about to embark on. But Rhea had assured him that funds had already been allocated for compensation. If these thugs were indeed working for the Alpha group then why hadn’t they compensated the tenants before evicting them. Were they bluffing? Something wasn’t adding up. Needing to get answers, he pulled out his phone and dialed Rhea, his jaw tightening as he did so. “Rhea,” he began as soon as she picked up, “what is going on? I’m at the Wibston tenement on the west side, and the residents here are being thrown out of their houses without notice or compensation.” “What?” Rhea echoed from the other end, surprise evident in her voice. “No, that’s not supposed to happen. We put everything in place for them to be fairly compensated, just like I showe
Meanwhile, Anita had just finished the meeting at Grandpa Lloyd’s mansion and was driving home when her car cranked to a stop. She frowned in confusion as she glanced at the dashboard to see that the gas tank was empty. Her frown deepened even more. It didn’t make sense—She had filled it just that morning. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” she rubbed her temples as she pulled the car over to the side of the road. It was late, and the streets were nearly deserted, with only a few cars passing. She sighed as she got out of her car, deciding to leave it parked and hail a taxi. She’d come back for it in the morning. As she stood by the roadside, trying to flag down a cab, a car pulled up beside her, and the passenger window rolled down to reveal Lilian Holt, with a soft smile on her face. “Anita, what a coincidence seeing you here. It seems your car broke down.” Anita grew tense. After their confrontation the day before, she hadn’t expected to see Lilian…anytime soon at least. “Yeah…”
The thugs halted, their hands hanging midair as they turned toward the source of the voice. Standing at the entrance of the warehouse, with an air of authority that couldn’t be ignored, was Rhea. Her intimidating presence seemed to enamor everyone in the room as she stepped forward, a small group of Alpha Group security personnel behind her, each armed and ready to act.Aaron’s face turned green, his eyes almost bulging as he stared from Rhea to Adrian as he replayed the ‘young master’ she had referred to him as.Adrian smirked, watching the shift in Aaron’s demeanor with satisfaction. He rose slowly from his chair, his eyes locking onto Aaron’s. “I warned you. Now watch and see what happens next.”The tie on Aaron’s neck tightened and he was starting to feel suffocated as the implication of Adrian’s words hit him like a punch to the face. He could only stare in utter disbelief as Adrian strode towards Rhea, who met him halfway and bowed politely to him. “Young master, what steps woul
Anita’s stomach twisted in knots. She knew what Lilian was asking would ruin her—everything she had worked for, her career, her dreams, would all be gone. But with the bomb ticking under her seat, she didn’t have any choice. Lilian smirked at the distraught expression on Anita’s face. Leaning in close, she whispered, "The bomb is ticking, Anita. What’s it going to be? Your career…or your life?" Anita’s sobs grew louder, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. The room seemed to become smaller by the second as the weight of Lilian’s impossible condition crashed down on her. Lilian, however, laughed out loud, her eyes glistening with malicious glee as she savored every moment of Anita's torment. Anita tightened her fists on the wooden arm of the chair, the rope used to restrain her now digging into her wrists, making it sting. But the pain caused by this rope, was nothing compared to the pain blooming in her chest. She decided to stall Lilian a bit by trying to plead with her, ho
Adrian pulled to a stop a few meters away from the bunker where Anita was being held captive within minutes, and thanked the driver for his patience before jumping out of the car. Just as he climbed out of the car, a black bulletproof van bearing the logo of Fortgate Security Services pulled up beside him. The van came to a stop, and several bodyguards in combat gear filed out, each falling on one knee before Adrian in respect. Adrian barely spared them a glance. He didn’t have the time for that. "Get up," he snapped, his voice commanding and urgent as his gaze swept over all the bodyguards. "Who's in charge?" A towering man with huge biceps stepped forward, his expression stoic and ready for action. "I am, sir." Adrian wasted no time in voicing out his orders. “We’re storming that bunker.” He pointed toward the desolate building that stood a few meters away from them. “I want those men at the entrance neutralized, and I want my wife out of there alive. Understood?” The leade
Lilian’s eyes flickered with panic as she processed the weight of Adrian’s words. Hades Prison. The name alone sent chills down her spine. “I… I can’t go there,” she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. There was no way she’d survive in such a place. This realization made tears well up in her eyes, the earlier confidence she sported now completely diminished. Her mind raced with thoughts of how she could escape this punishment, but as her gaze met with the unwavering gazes of Adrian and the bodyguards, she knew that her attempts would be futile. The smirk never left Adrian’s face as he watched Lilian break down, but this was just the beginning of her suffering. He shifted his attention to the leader of the bodyguards. “Take her to Hades Prison,” he ordered in a tone of finality. “And inform your uncle that the young master of the Young family has commanded that she be kept in solitary confinement. Under no condition should she be released until I say otherwise.” The leader
Adrian stepped out of the Fortgate Security van immediately it pulled over in front of Lifemate hospital. He made his way inside, and saw the bodyguard he had told to take Anita to the hospital, sitting patiently at a waiting room.When the guard saw him approaching, he instantly rose to his feet and bowed his head in respect. Adrian nodded at him in acknowledgment then asked, “Has Doctor Arnold examined my wife? Which ward is she in?”The guard nodded in response. “Yes sir, the doctor examined her and confirmed she was alright immediately I brought her in. She's in the last ward by the right of this hallway,” he finished, gesturing to the hallway adjacent to him. “Good work,” Adrian commended him. “You are dismissed, you may leave.” The guard bowed once more before taking his leave. Meanwhile, Adrian headed towards the narrow hallway where Anita’s ward was. When he reached Anita's room, he gently pushed open the door and the tension in his chest eased when he stepped in and saw An
Adrian blinked, completely taken aback by Regina’s absurd accusation. “What? No, I would never—”“Stop lying!” Regina sharply cut him off then reared her hand back to slap him, but Anita firmly caught her wrist mid-air.“Stop this, mom!” Anita snapped, her eyes flashing with annoyance as she dropped Regina’s hand to the side. “Adrian didn’t do anything to me. Those marks on my wrist are as a result of an allergic reaction to jewelry. Please, stop jumping to conclusions!”“Don’t you dare defend him, Anita!” Regina shot back, folding her arms as she glared daggers at Adrian. “You have no idea how much I loathe this useless husband of yours! All my friends have sons-in-law who are worth something. They even got them invitations to the Mayor’s daughter’s wedding happening tomorrow. Something this good-for nothing can never afford to do!” As soon as Adrian heard Regina’s words about the wedding, his memory jogged, and he remembered the mayor had given him invitations to his daughter’s wed