As they stepped outside the hospital, two black Rolls Royce cars were parked outside with a few men in black suits.Mrs Sonya turned to Ryan. "Where do you stay Ryan?"Ryan realized he hadn't thought about where he would stay ever since leaving his matrimonial home after the divorce. The house was actually owned by his ex-wife and they had been living there for three years after their marriage but now he couldn't possibly go back there. For a whole minute Ryan didn't answer he was lost in thought to the bewilderment of Mrs Sonya. Something told her that the situation didn't seem simple and didn't want to ask about his private affairs although she wondered why he will go silent when asked about where he lived. "You can come stay in my family estate for the two weeks, it's pretty comfortable." She smiled at him interrupting Ryan's thoughts.Ryan was jolted back to reality, his initial instinct being to politely decline. He wasn't accustomed to accepting help so readily, especially of
Ryan frowned and gripped the hands of the security guard and even without exerting any force the guard couldn't even move his finger and inch. He raised his eyes in suprise to look at Ryan, even with his muscles he couldn't the skyline, home to a secretive tech corporation known for its cutting-edge research and exclusive clientele. Ryan, a seemingly ordinary software engineer with a mysterious past, gains unauthorized access to the building. His mission: to uncover corporate espionage that threatens his own obscure but critical startup.As Ryan discreetly navigates through the high-security floors, he inadvertently triggers an alarm, summoning the building's security team. Two burly guards, trained for precisely such intrusions, quickly locate him. Without hesitation, they grab him by the collar of his shirt, their grip firm, intending to escort him out with little ceremony.Ryan, his expression darkening to a frown, grips the hands of the guard closest to him. Surprisingly, the gu
He turned to Mrs Sonya and forced a smile to hide the tension in his heart. He was very sure that she could hold on for the next two weeks before anything bad would happen. But then he needed over Nine hundred appreciative points in order to unlock the next level before he can be able to heal her and that was a herculean task. "Nine hundred and ninety eight appreciation points in two weeks! Can I really do that?" He questioned himself for a moment. But there was no option! He had to do it! "Just give me two weeks," he said reassuringly to Mrs Sonya who was seated beside her daughter on the bed. Caressing her daughter's hands and forehead. After a bit of small talk visiting hours was over so they silently left the ward and walked out of the hospital. As they stepped outside the hospital, two black Rolls Royce cars were parked outside with a few men in black suits.Mrs Sonya turned to Ryan. "Where do you stay Ryan?"Ryan realized he hadn't thought about where he would stay ever si
“Bitch, I’ll fucking kill you!” Mr. Chansey screamed as he touched his scalded face. He was so furious hestarted pouncing on Sonya.Her quick reflexes allowed her to deliver a swift but deadly kick to Mr. Chansey’s crotch.“Argh!” he cried out in pain immediately and started rolling on the floor with his hands over his bruised member, his face turning a darker shade of purple by the second.“You disgust me!” she spat before turning around to leave the room.This caused her to bump into Ryan, who had been eavesdropping by the door the whole time. “What are you doing here?” she asked angrily.“Nothing, I was just making sure you were doing okay in there,” he replied while shrugging his shoulders.His eyes instantly perked up at the sight of Mr. Chansey, who was writhing in pain on the floor.It was a good thing that she’d managed to mess him up, because if he’d stepped in, he’d surely make sure that Mr. Chansey won’t be using his hands ever again for the remainder of his life.“We’re d
Phil frowned, he couldn't believe his eyes. Ryan knew Mrs Sonya? How? Their paths should definitely not cross, Mrs Sonya was a big swan and Ryan is a nobody, a frog at the bottom of the well. But reality was before him, he tried to fathom their relationship as he forced a smile to salvage the situation. "Oh Mrs Sonya my apologies I didn't realize he was one of your assistants," Phil smiled at the stunning beauty in front of him. It had to be so, he was probably just a worker and nothing more. Mrs Sonya humphed and waved her hands at him turning her back to look at Ryan. Ryan nodded at her, "Mrs Sonya," he smiled as she approached him. But Phil wasn't done, he was going to introduce himself to Mrs Sonya, this was his chance. Emily was besides him but he didn't care less, if he could get the attention of a beauty with such a status then who was Emily? Emily was just one of his playthings that he used to while away time. But with his charm he was sure he could get the attention of
Ryan lifted the dome from the top rack to reveal his dinner, acknowledging it briefly before setting it aside. Then, with a deep breath, he focused on the ingredients below. The moment had arrived to begin the meticulous process of creating the ointment, a task that required not just precision, but a belief in the possibility of what traditional remedies could achieve.He surveyed the ingredients with a practiced eye: Turmeric Root, for its anti-inflammatory properties; Flaxseeds, rich in omega-3 fatty acids; Ginkgo Biloba, known for enhancing blood circulation; Olive Leaves, with their heart-healthy benefits; Hawthorn Berry, often used to support cardiovascular health; and Pomegranate, packed with antioxidants.Closing his eyes for a moment, Ryan summoned the system with the intent of his mind, a technique he had honed through necessity and practice. The system, an internal guide of sorts, provided him with the knowledge and steps required to combine these natural elements into an oi
Phil frowned, he couldn't believe his eyes. Ryan knew Mrs Sonya? How? Their paths should definitely not cross, Mrs Sonya was a big swan and Ryan is a nobody, a frog at the bottom of the well. But reality was before him, he tried to fathom their relationship as he forced a smile to salvage the situation. "Oh Mrs Sonya my apologies I didn't realize he was one of your assistants," Phil smiled at the stunning beauty in front of him. It had to be so, he was probably just a worker and nothing more. Mrs Sonya humphed and waved her hands at him turning her back to look at Ryan. Ryan nodded at her, "Mrs Sonya," he smiled as she approached him. But Phil wasn't done, he was going to introduce himself to Mrs Sonya, this was his chance. Emily was besides him but he didn't care less, if he could get the attention of a beauty with such a status then who was Emily? Emily was just one of his playthings that he used to while away time. But with his charm he was sure he could get the at
He approached the computer, its screen casting a soft glow in the dimly lit room. Turning it on, he delved into the vast expanse of the internet, navigating through pages of information, searching for a reliable source from which to procure the Sesame Tao oil. The task proved to be more challenging than he anticipated. With each click and scroll, Ryan sifted through countless websites, reviews, and online marketplaces, seeking not just any Sesame Tao oil, but one that was pure, sustainably sourced, and of the highest quality.Hours passed as Ryan's search continued, his initial determination gradually giving way to fatigue. The ease with which information could usually be found on the internet contrasted sharply with the difficulty of his current endeavor. It wasn't merely about finding a supplier; it was about ensuring the integrity of the final piece of his healing puzzle.Finally, as the clock ticked away, marking the passage of time with a relentless rhythm, Ryan sighed. He leaned