Nathan's eyes narrowed as he fixed the fake barman, who was sweating profusely and had some parts of his body bleeding.“So what you're telling me is that it was you and your gang who attacked me that night?” he asked, his voice dripping with cold fury.The fake barman flinched under Nathan's withering gaze, still feeling the lingering pain from the cars ripping him apart.He nodded furiously, with sweat and blood dripping down his face.“Y-yes, sir. That’s right,” he stammered.“The woman who hired us said she would abandon you at the mall, and the moment we spotted you, we were to kill you,” the barman continued, his voice quivering. “Unfortunately, we couldn’t finish the job that day, and now she’s ordered us to complete it.”James stepped forward, his expression dark. “So someone paid you to kill my master, and you accepted?” he said, the accusation hanging heavy in the air.The fake barman cowered, sensing the danger emanating from the two men. “P-please, sir, I had no choice!"
Nathan’s expression remained cold and unyielding. The sight of the fake barman’s suffering was a reminder of the brutality he was capable of, and soon enough those who sent him would feel his wrath!As the fake barman’s screams became more ragged, Nathan’s resolve began to waver.The room was filled with the sound of the roaring engines and the fake barman’s pitiful pleas. Nathan thrn turned to James, who stood by with a grim expression. “James, order the drivers to stop the cars.”James hesitated, his eyes locked with Nathan’s, before nodding and signaling the drivers to shut off the engines.The cars came to a halt, their engines dying with a final, echoing roar.The chains slackened, and the fake barman’s body collapsed to the floor, drenched in sweat and trembling uncontrollably.Nathan stepped closer, his gaze piercing and filled with a cold, unyielding determination.The fake barman lay on the floor, gasping for breath, his body wracked with shivers and pain. Blood trickled d
James's eyes were cold and unfeeling. “You’re lucky you’re still alive,” he said, his voice devoid of sympathy. “Consider this an act of mercy from Lord Cloud."If you lead us to the rest of your gang tomorrow, my master might decide to spare you. But for now, this is where you’ll stay until we’ve decided your fate.”With a final, disdainful glance, James turned and walked out of the cell. He slammed the door shut behind him with a loud and resounding clang, leaving the fake barman alone in the oppressive darkness.The fake barman sat on the mattress, his back against the cold wall. The room was freezing, and his breath created visible clouds in the frigid air.His mind raced with a mixture of fear and desperation. He had narrowly escaped death earlier, but now he faced a different kind of torment—one of isolation and life threatening cold. He felt like the cell was starting to weigh on him, its oppressive atmosphere amplifying his sense of dread.He tried to gather his thoughts,
The fake barman jolted awake from his sleep by the icy splash of water that drenched him from his head to his toes. “Time to wake up!” one of Nathan's bodyguards barked. He gasped and his heart pounded as he scrambled to sit up on the cold, damp mattress. His body was stiff against the sudden shock of the water. He could barely see any trace of light from where he was, but he could guess that it was already morning. His teeth chattered, and he tried to wipe the water from his face, but his hands were numb. The door creaked open, and the blinding light from the hallway outside momentarily blinded him. Two burly bodyguards stepped into the cell, their expressions as cold as the steel walls where he was imprisoned. The fake barman struggled to his feet, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. His body still ached from the immense torture he had endured the previous day.The bodyguards moved toward him, their hands gripped his arms with a firm and unyielding force. They didn’t
The vehicle’s interior was so comfortable and warm. Probably the best place he has been in the last twenty-four hours. The SUV was so luxurious, but it did little to alleviate his growing anxiety.James took a seat in the front passenger seat, his eyes locked on the fake barman through the rearview mirror.“We’re heading to the location,” James said to the driver, who nodded in acknowledgment.The SUV roared to life, and the fake barman was jolted as the vehicle sped off. The scenery outside blurred as they left the hotel. The fake barman could see the city moving past through the window, although his thoughts were consumed with the grim task ahead.Minutes felt like hours as the vehicle navigated through the busy streets.The fake barman’s anxiety grew more and more with each passing second, and he could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him.He knew that if he led them to the wrong place or failed to deliver the necessary information, his fate would be sealed.As
The room’s atmosphere was thick with dread and impending violence.The gang members, bound and helpless, exchanged glances of fear and desperation as the bodyguards readied themselves, each holding a weapon of destruction.The bodyguard with a tattoo on his neck, who was known among Nathan's for his ruthlessness, approached the first of the subdued gang members.His eyes were cold, his movements deliberate.The eyes of the gang members widened in terror, and their pleas for mercy, which started as hushed whispers, now rose into wild cries.“No, please! We didn’t mean to—”The baton came down with brutal force, crashing into the gang member’s ribs.A guttural scream erupted from his mouth, cutting off his desperate pleas.His body buckled under the blow, and he slumped forward, gasping for breath.The room filled with the sickening thud of metal against flesh and the pained gasps and cries of the gang members.“Please, Lord Cloud, have mercy! We were just following orders—”The cries o
The bodyguards sprang into action, roughly hoisting the beaten gang members onto their feet. Despite their weak, trembling protests, the bodyguards showed no mercy as they dragged the criminals out of the warehouse and toward the waiting SUV.The fake barman, his face still contorted with guilt and shame, was escorted along with them, his own restraints a reminder of his betrayal.The SUV’s engine roared to life, and the vehicle began to move, carrying its grim cargo through the city streets. Nathan sat in the back of his car, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, the silence in the vehicle heavy with the weight of their mission. His bodyguards, ever vigilant, flanked the subdued gang members, their expressions stern and unwavering.After a tense drive, the SUV arrived at the gates of the Wilson mansion. The mansion was a grand estate, surrounded by high walls and lavish gardens. Memories of how he was humiliated and disgraced right there flooded his mind, especially when he lost his
"It's a lie!" Liam blurted out as the Wilson family were already gazing at him with suspicion. "Well, as much as I would love to disgrace you right here and now, you are not worth my time and I have not come here for you"His gaze then turned to Victoria whose eyes flashed with anger as she stepped forward. "Then what are you even doing here? This is a private event!”Nathan’s smirk widened. “Private, you say? It seems I’ve arrived at just the right moment.”"You think you can come here and intimate us with?""You might be rich now, but we all know where you got your little wealth, by stealing from us and having an affair with Vanessa"Victoria was panicking deep within here. Nathan was supposed to be dead by now.She had been trying to contact the hitmen she paid since last night but to no avail. Those incompetent fools had once more failed her again! After all the money she paid them, they had the guts to fail again.If she eventually found them, she wouldn't spare them! The per