Later that morning, Gabriel waited outside a restaurant, sipping coffee and checking his phone. He was waiting for Butler Moore's assistant. Moments later, he saw a woman approaching him. He recognized her from the picture and profile Butler Moore had sent him earlier.She had a graceful, confident stride, her tall and slender figure accentuated by her stylish attire. Her face was striking, with high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes that held a keen intelligence. Her hair, a cascade of dark waves, framed her face perfectly, and her skin had a warm, glowing tone. Her presence exuded a quiet elegance.Still, in Gabriel's eyes, Camella remained the most beautiful woman on earth.The woman reached him and extended her hand. "Hello, Master. Gabriel. I'm Isabella."Gabriel shook her hand, noting her firm yet gentle grip. "Nice to meet you, Isabella.""I'm sorry for being a bit late," she apologized, her voice smooth and calm.Gabriel nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "It is alright. Ple
Shortly after, Gabriel's phone rang, displaying Camella's name. He answered, "Hey, honey.""Hey, Gabriel," Camella's voice sounded cheerful. "How about we meet up for brunch? There's something I want to discuss.""Sure," Gabriel replied. "Where do you want to meet?"Camella mentioned a familiar restaurant, and Gabriel's heart warmed with nostalgia. "Got it. I'll be there soon."After ending the call, Gabriel instructed the taxi driver to take him to the restaurant. As he arrived, he recognized it immediately – the same place where Camella had dragged him on their first date. A smile tugged at his lips as he remembered how reluctant he had been then, yet it had turned out to be one of the best days of his life.He stepped inside and saw Camella sitting at a corner table, her eyes lighting up as she spotted him. Gabriel approached and took a seat across from her."Hello, beautiful," he greeted, leaning in to kiss her cheek."Hi," she smiled warmly. "Thanks for coming.""How could I say
Gabriel's grip tightened on the phone as memories of Gaganda, a former subordinate who had betrayed Louis, flooded his mind. He was silent for a moment, processing the information before swiftly making a decision."I will handle it," he told Andrei curtly before ending the call.Turning to Isabella, Gabriel relayed the situation. "Isabella, I need you to attend the auction alone. Something urgent has come up, and I have to deal with it."Isabella's brow furrowed with concern. "Is everything okay?"Gabriel offered her a reassuring smile. "Yes, everything will be fine. Just make sure to secure the land at all costs."With a nod, Isabella agreed, though her worry lingered. Gabriel wasted no time, hastily boarding a taxi to address the pressing matter involving Louis and Gaganda.As the taxi sped through the city streets, Gabriel's mind raced with anticipation and concern. He dialed Andrei's number, his voice firm and resolute."Andrei, I need the exact location of the club," Gabriel dema
Gabriel and Andrei arrived at the casino, the air thick with anticipation and tension. Without hesitation, Gabriel accepted the challenge of a dice game with a gambling master, wagering a million in chips.But before they could proceed, Andrei, ever vigilant, intervened. "Let me go first with him," he suggested, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble. Gabriel nodded in agreement and stepped aside, observing the game with a calculated gaze.As the game unfolded, Gabriel kept a watchful eye on the surroundings, his senses sharp and alert. He noted every movement, every whispered conversation, ensuring they weren't walking into a trap.After four swift rounds, Andrei's luck took a turn for the worse. Despite winning one round, he lost all the chips, his expression grim as he acknowledged defeat. Gabriel remained composed, his mind already strategizing their next move.Andrei hesitated, ready to concede defeat and hand over the reins to Gabriel, but Gabriel's quiet insistence
Gabriel remained composed, his expression unreadable. "I assure you, there's no cheating involved," he replied calmly, his tone steady.But the gambling master was not convinced. "You're just too lucky," he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.With a final roll of the dice, Gabriel emerged victorious once again, his stack of chips now towering over the table. The gambling master, unable to accept defeat, reluctantly conceded. "Fine, take your winnings," he grumbled, his pride wounded.With a collected demeanor, Gabriel gathered his chips, his movements deliberate and precise. As he prepared to leave, the atmosphere tensed when the gambling master brandished a pocket knife, its glint reflecting in Gabriel's eyes. Undeterred, Gabriel maintained his composure, his gaze unwavering. "I didn't cheat," he asserted firmly, his voice carrying an underlying steel.The gambling master, fueled by desperation and wounded pride, remained defiant. "You're lying," he spat, the knife trembling
In a dimly lit room, Gaganda, a grim-looking man with a perpetual scowl and a rugged scar stretching across his cheek, sat on a steel chair. His cold, calculating eyes bore into Louis, who returned the gaze with intense hatred."Where is my wife?" Louis demanded, his voice laced with desperation and anger.Gaganda responded with a chilling, evil peal of laughter that echoed through the room. He stood up and walked over to Louis, delivering a brutal punch that sent a drop of blood trickling from Louis's nose.Louis, bound tightly to a wooden chair with chains securing his hands and legs, attempted to lurch at him but couldn't. "Don't you dare touch her!" he spat, his voice a mixture of fury and fear.Gaganda smirked, his expression mocking. "Or what, Louis? What are you going to do about it?"Louis's hatred for Gaganda only grew stronger. "Why did you kidnap her?" he demanded, his voice shaking with rage.Gaganda's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "I needed a way to lure you in. It was t
After stopping for a while, Gaganda walked over to Louis' wife and dried his blood-filled hands on the lower part of her flair knee-length gown. He caught a glimpse of her skin and attempted to touch her, but she flinched away. He chuckled and rose to his feet, a malicious gleam in his eyes."This is all your fault," Gaganda began, his voice cold. "You caused the death of my brother. That's why you are here—to suffer and die."Louis, trying to catch his breath, managed to reply, "You betrayed me, Gaganda. You know that."Gaganda interrupted, his voice rising. "Yes, so?! My brother was beaten to death by your men because they tried to save your wife! You call that betrayal?"Louis sneered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Your brother wanted to harm my wife. He got what he deserved. His death was a mistake, but it was the consequence of his own actions."Gaganda's eyes narrowed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Well, then. I will send you both to join him in the other
Gabriel didn't flinch, his eyes never leaving Gaganda's. "You know this won't end well for you," he said. "You're outnumbered and outmatched."Gaganda's grip on the gun tightened. "I'm not afraid of you, Gabriel. You may have your goons, but I have my own ways of dealing with threats."Andrei, standing beside Gabriel, cracked his knuckles, ready for action. "You're making a big mistake, Gaganda," he said. "Just hand over Louis, and we can end this without any more bloodshed."Gaganda laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You think I'm afraid of a little bloodshed? I've been waiting for this moment. Your threats mean nothing to me."The room fell silent, the only sound the ticking of a distant clock. Gabriel's smirk widened. "Then let's settle this, once and for all."Gaganda's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but he didn't lower his gun. The standoff continued, each man daring the other to make the first move.Gabriel held his composure as he told Gaganda, "The clubhouse is surrounded by