Author's point of view... Jack was dragged out ruthlessly, not only his position and status was gone, he was subjected to the cruellest third degree of treatment by the police. Ronald promised that he would make sure of that. Thomas's entire world shattered. He was on the verge of collapsing when he heard Leo's words just now. He glared at Leo with utmost contempt in his eyes as if finding a means to pounce on that young man and rip his throat away. But...! Can he do it? He clenched his fist so much that his fingernails dug into his palm, piercing the skin. It was painful. Indeed very painful but not because of the wound on his plans, instead his heart was in great pain. He soon collapsed on his seat with his head hung in despair. Everything was finished in a flash of a second. The dreams that he had to own the company after Helen's death fumed before him and he could not stop them from burning. He was helpless but for the first time in his life, he could face his oppon
Author's point of view... As another lovely day came to an end, Leo felt reenergized in the morning. These days he was busy with his project. He went to a lot of inexpensive but good restaurants with Jessica's aid, and together they met all those talented but undiscovered chefs in the city. Jessica was so puzzled. Even though she loved eating, she was unable to comprehend Leo's mental state. Gathering the most skilled but underrated chefs, giving them a platform to shine, and letting their culinary genius speak for itself was the simple but profound notion that gave rise to Leo's goal of opening a distinctive restaurant. With minimal investment, he found a quaint, slightly rundown corner of the city that had the potential to become a culinary hotspot. The first step was to assemble his team. Leo scoured the city, visiting food stalls, small eateries, and even homeless shelters, looking for chefs with extraordinary talent but little opportunity. He met several other
Author's point of view... Just as Leo entered the restaurant at night, his phone buzzed. A message notification from Alvin flashed on his phone screen. "Plan in progress" "Targo Gang. Merits- Martial Arts. Night attackers. Be careful" Leo raised his eyebrows as he read the message but it was already too late for him to respond. The lights in the restaurant were switched off or maybe tampered and Leo senses some black figures moving towards him. "Aagh...So they are here already...!" Leo tried to fight back, grabbing a nearby kitchen knife, but he was quickly overpowered. The lead assassin stepped forward, his voice cold and menacing. "You’re quite something, huh?" "Retreat, stoop, and lift your right leg to a ninety-degree." a quick instruction was heard and Leo acted without even noticing where it came from. The voice seemed to be familiar and commanding at the same time and Leo felt like he was obliged to take those commands. Surprisingly, he was able to dodge
Author's point of view... "We caught the men who attacked you last night," Harris began, his voice grave. He looked up at Leo and paused for a while as if thinking about how to put his mind out. "But there's a problem." From the moment Leo stepped inside the police station, he had anticipated that things wouldn't go easily here, and it was evident that something was off as he saw the expressions on everyone's faces. He noticed that they were all hesitant about something. Some were even avoiding looking into his eyes for a reason. Taking a deep breath, Leo asked in a calm tone. "What is it?" Harris gulped down nervously before rubbing his hands. Leo took a clear note of everything that the man before him was doing. "Actually..." Harris began, still hesitating, "We caught them yesterday, but all of the men we apprehended are dead. They have committed suicide." Leo's eyes widened in shock. "What? How is that possible?" Harris sighed, rubbing his temples, and walked ba
Author's point of view... An hour later, Leo found himself standing outside a dilapidated warehouse. The area was deserted, adding to the eerie atmosphere. He pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit by a few scattered overhead lights, casting long shadows. Though a bit creepy, the place didn't give Leo any sense of insecurity. He walked in carefully, without making any noise. After reaching the middle of what felt like a workshop of the warehouse, Leo paused, hearing some muffled sounds. "Mr. Connard...?," a voice called out from the shadows. Leo turned around instantly to see the source of the voice only to find an unclear structure of a man. Daniels slowly stepped forward, his expression tense. As the light fell on his face, Leo could now see him. Daniel was a man in his forties. A short yet fit man with a serious scar on his face. "Thanks for coming," Daniel added, gratefully. Leo nodded, acknowledging. "What’s this about?" Leo ask
Author's point of view... Leo’s smile faded as Jessica’s panicked voice crackled through the phone. He could hear her labored breathing, and it sent a chill down his spine. “Leo, you need to hide! Right now!” Jessica’s voice was frantic, almost desperate. “Jessica, what’s going on?” Leo’s heart began to race as he tried to make sense of her words. He’d never heard her like this before. “Leo, please just listen to me!” Jessica gasped, her voice trembling. “They—they’re coming for you. You need to get somewhere safe—” Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the phone, followed by Jessica’s scream. Leo’s blood ran cold. “Jessica!” he shouted, gripping his phone tightly. There was a brief scuffle, the sound of heavy footsteps, and then Jessica’s voice was abruptly cut off. Leo’s heart pounded in his chest, the silence on the other end of the line suffocating. He could barely breathe as he waited, hoping to hear Jessica’s voice again. But instead, a low, menacing chuckle fill
Author's point of view... Focusing on the shadows where the guards were stationed, Leo moved closely. The men were armed and alert, their eyes scanning the area, but they were unaware of the predators lurking just outside their line of sight. Leo nodded, his expression grim. He adjusted the night vision goggles over his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, but he forced himself to stay calm. This was it, no room for mistakes. Silently, the two men split up. Leo moved like a shadow, his footsteps silent against the ground. He approached the first guard from behind, his movements swift and precise. With a single, fluid motion, he wrapped his arm around the guard’s neck and squeezed, cutting off the man’s air supply until he slumped unconscious to the ground. Daniel, on the other side, took down another guard with a well-placed strike to the temple. The man crumpled without a sound. They worked their way around the perimeter, system
Author's point of view... “Is that all you’ve got?” Marcus taunted, his voice filled with contempt. Leo’s vision began to blur, but he forced himself to stay conscious. He reached for the one weapon Daniel had given him, a small, sharp blade hidden in his sleeve. With a swift motion, he drove the blade into Marcus’s arm, causing the giant to roar in pain and drop him. Leo hit the ground, gasping for breath, but he didn’t waste a second. He scrambled to his feet, ready to strike again. Before Marcus could recover, Daniel, who had regained his footing, attacked from behind, distracting him and Leo acted quickly, delivering a powerful blow to the back of Marcus’s head. The impact was enough to send Marcus crashing to the floor, momentarily dazed. They both hit that man again and again until he was momentarily out of breath. Leo didn’t hesitate. He rushed to Jessica’s side, cutting through the ropes that bound her. She collapsed into his arms, too weak to stand on her own. “