For several consecutive days, Gabriel's supermarket faced a series of troubling incidents. Every morning, Mike would report to Gabriel about new issues that had cropped up overnight.One morning, Mike called Gabriel early. "Gabriel, we have a problem again."Gabriel sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. "What is it this time, Mike?""Someone broke into the storage room and damaged a lot of our stock. It looks like deliberate sabotage," Mike explained, frustration evident in his voice.Gabriel rubbed his temples. "I'm on my way."Arriving at the supermarket, Gabriel surveyed the damage. Shelves were overturned, and products lay scattered across the floor. Customers who had come early were turned away by the mess, grumbling about the supermarket's decline."We can't keep letting this happen," Gabriel said, turning to Mike. "It's affecting our business and our reputation."Mike nodded, his expression grim. "I agree. I’ve already called Don Makul. He’s on his way to investigate fur
Inside, the air was thick with tension. Gabriel's eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he saw a man sitting tied to a chair in the center of the room. The man looked up, his eyes filled with fear.Gabriel recognized him after a long stare and muttered, "Dax."Don Makul asked, "You know him?"Gabriel nodded, "I clearly do. He's one of Vincent Morgan's subordinates."Don Makul frowned and said, "Dax told me they were hired by some low-level gang to cause trouble, but he didn’t mention Vincent Morgan's name."Gabriel, not believing what Dax had said earlier to Don Makul, glared at Dax, who avoided his gaze. "Who are you working for?" Gabriel demanded, stepping closer.Dax shuddered but remained silent.Gabriel's patience was wearing thin. "I won't ask again."Dax finally spoke, his voice dripping with anxiety. "You know him. He’s powerful and..."Gabriel cut in curtly, "Certainly your boss, Vincent Morgan. Right?"Dax said nothing, quivering but gently nodding, acknowledging Vincent Morga
In a spacious, illuminated office, Victor Morgan stood at the bar corner, swirling a glass of brandy. He grinned to himself, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Gabriel thinks he can outmaneuver me," he muttered. "But I will crush him like the insignificant insect he is for he dared to turn me down."His assistant, a nervous-looking man in a suit, entered the room and cleared his throat. "Sir, I have some news."Victor took a leisurely sip of his brandy before acknowledging him. "Go on.""Some of the men Dax deployed to sabotage Gabriel's supermarket were arrested."Victor waved dismissively. "They’re just scapegoats. Let them take the fall."The assistant hesitated. "Aren't you worried this might be traced back to you?"Victor smirked. "I've covered my tracks. No one will find a link to me."As the assistant turned to leave, Victor stopped him. "What about Dax? Have you seen him?"The assistant shook his head. "Not all evening, sir."Victor shrugged. "He’s probably just being thorough.
Gabriel decided to make up for refusing to hang out with Anna the other day by meeting her for lunch. They met at a cozy little bistro in the city. Anna's eyes lit up when she saw him, clearly happy to see him."Thanks for meeting up with me, Gabriel," she said, smiling warmly as they sat down."Of course, Anna. I felt bad about turning you down the other day," Gabriel replied, returning her smile.As they began to eat, their conversation flowed naturally. Anna leaned forward, genuinely interested. "I heard about your supermarket. How's everything going with that?"Gabriel sighed, shaking his head. "It's been tough lately. We've had some incidents causing trouble and affecting the business."Anna's brow furrowed in concern. "Is there anything I can do to help?"Gabriel smiled appreciatively but shook his head. "I appreciate the offer, Anna, but I think I've got it handled. Just need to take some extra measures."Their conversation was brief, filled with casual banter. Soon, Gabriel c
Gabriel couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness as he stood near the chaotic scene. His heart ached for the hostages trapped inside the bank. Observing the situation, he noticed that the police were hesitant to take any decisive action.He moved closer to the police line, blending into the crowd of onlookers. Amidst the confusion, he saw a tall, middle-aged man with graying hair and a sharp suit yelling at a negotiation expert. The man had a commanding presence, and his nametag read "Henry Jenkins," indicating he was the bank manager."How could you botch this so badly?" Henry Jenkins shouted, his face flushed with anger. "You got one of my employees killed! What kind of negotiation was that?"The negotiation expert, a frazzled woman named Sarah, looked equally frustrated. "Mr. Jenkins, we’re doing everything we can. The robbers are highly unstable. We need to proceed with caution."Gabriel edged closer, straining to hear their conversation. The police officers around them looked c
Gabriel held his ground. "I understand the risks, but I also know how to talk to people. Let me help."The inspector frowned. "If you think you can just walk in there and solve this, you're mistaken.""I don’t intend to just walk in," Gabriel said calmly. "But I do think I can help diffuse the situation. We need to approach this with a clear head."Realizing Gabriel was determined to get involved, the manager, Henry Jenkins, took him aside, handling the situation delicately. “Master Wellington," he started softly, "I must insist you reconsider. This situation is far too dangerous. We can't risk your safety."Gabriel shook his head firmly. "Henry, I appreciate your concern, but I'm not leaving. I'm here to help. And please, just call me Gabriel."Henry sighed and nodded, stuttering, "Alright, master Wellington… sorry, I mean, Gabriel. But be careful."Gabriel returned to the police, now more resolute. He leaned in towards the inspector and said quietly, "I have some martial arts train
There was a moment of silence as the words sank in. Zoe, despite herself, began to see the logic in his argument. The officers around them exchanged glances, their skepticism slowly waning.However, the scene took an unexpected turn. The eyes of the manager, several sergeants, and other officers lingered on Zoe’s ample chest, which seemed more visible through her shirt than it should have been.Their gazes were filled with inappropriate fantasies and imaginations, their movements betraying their lack of professionalism.Gabriel noticed this and leaned closer to Zoe, who instinctively tensed, ready to react to what she thought was an advance. Instead, he whispered, "Be conscious of the wolves around."Zoe followed his gaze and noticed the lingering eyes. A flicker of realization crossed her face. She straightened, fixing her shirt, and glared at the ogling men. The manager, caught in the act, quickly averted his eyes, embarrassed.Gabriel stepped back and gave a subtle nod to the mana
As the makeshift medic tended to the man, Gabriel continued to keep the robbers engaged in conversation, subtly diffusing their tension with his calm demeanor.Meanwhile, Zoe kept her stance, her hand still on her gun but her mind was now clearer. She admired Gabriel's ability to handle the situation without escalating it. She could see the robbers' initial aggression slowly melting away as Gabriel's wise words took effect.Gabriel's focus on the hostages' well-being created a temporary truce, allowing everyone to breathe a little easier. As the elderly man’s breathing steadied, the robbers seemed less inclined to act violently, giving Gabriel and Zoe a small but crucial window to plan their next move.As one of the robbers whispered something to the head robber, his expression turned severe. He stood up and pointed his gun at Gabriel, his voice filled with disdain. "I don't give a damn about these hostages. Let’s talk about what’s more important."Gabriel remained unperturbed, his