"Do you need a free drive, young man?" A driver asked from behind, and Dave turned to see who it was."I want a straight car to a hotel." Dave replied to him."Then I think you must wait a little bit for people to hop in my car so you can beg to join for free." The driver said it mockingly."Not really. I can afford to pay for a drive. Thank you, sir.""Are you for real? I thought you were late here on the streets to get a free drive."The driver said and got back to his car as he drove past Dave with laughter."It's funny how people underrate me."Dave said and walked through the bustling streets of Madrid, the vibrant city lights illuminating the path before him. It had been a long day, filled with endless walking and exploring the nooks and crannies of the marvelous grand party.Exhausted, he yearned for a moment of respite. A cab seemed like the perfect solution—a much-needed reprieve from the fatigue that had settled in his bones."I'm so tired; time is going by, and I need to ge
As Dave took a deep breath, he mustered the courage to approach the hotel worker and make his peculiar request. He cleared his throat and politely asked the hotel worker if he could inquire with the waiter about the availability of a specific drink."I need you to serve me Isabella's Islay whiskey." Little did I know that this seemingly innocent request would elicit a surprising reaction.The hotel worker's eyes widened in astonishment as the name of the whiskey escaped Dave's lips.His initial shock quickly transformed into a mix of disbelief and amusement. With a hint of skepticism in his voice, the hotel worker exclaimed, "Sir, do you realize that Isabella's Islay whiskey is an incredibly rare and expensive spirit? Not even the wealthiest of individuals can easily afford it."Rather than feeling deterred by the worker's response, Dave chuckled lightly, seemingly undisturbed by the exorbitant nature of the whiskey.With a twinkle in his eye, he responded confidently, "Oh, I'm well
"What do you want, Alexander Cromwell?" However, his annoyance was short-lived as he heard the calm and composed voice of Alexander Cromwell on the other end of the line."Hey, calm down. I just wanted to talk to you," said Alexander.Not keen on having a conversation with the infamous Alexander Cromwell, Dave was about to disconnect the call when he heard Alexander's wicked laugh."What's so funny?" asked Dave, perturbed by the sound of the laugh."I'm coming to the 5-star hotel. It seems like you're having a great time there. I'd love to join you," said Alexander, still chuckling.Dave was stunned upon hearing this and couldn't understand why Alexander would want to meet him. This was definitely not a good sign."What do you want from me?" Dave asked, trying to keep his voice steady.Alexander didn't give him a straight answer; instead, he continued to laugh wickedly. This only made Dave more concerned and tense. He couldn't imagine what Alexander would want from him."Listen, Alexa
As consciousness slowly seeped back into his senses, Dave's eyes flew open, and he found himself in a dimly lit room.Panic gripped his chest as he realized his hands were tightly bound, rendering him immobile.His head throbbed with a dull ache, adding to the disorientation he felt.With a surge of adrenaline, he screamed out, the sound echoing through the empty space."Where am I?" he cried, his voice filled with fear and confusion. But there was no immediate answer, only the oppressive silence that surrounded him.Suddenly, a tall figure emerged from the shadows, donning a mask that concealed their identity. Dave's heart raced as he stared at the stranger, his voice trembling."Who brought me here? What do you want from me?" he demanded, his voice bold and deep despite the fear that gripped his soul.The masked man stood before him, his presence intimidating. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he noticed a faint glimmer in the distance.A single source of light, barely more than
Taking a deep breath, Dave locked eyes with the assassin, his voice unwavering. "I refuse to be a pawn in Cromwell's game, but I am willing to cooperate under one condition," he stated firmly.The man's eyebrows were raised, and he was intrigued by Dave's proposition. "What condition might that be?" He asked, and his tone was filled with curiosity."I will work for Cromwell, but only if he assists me in unraveling my own past. I need access to my memories and the truth about who I am and why I possess this treasure he desires," Dave declared, his eyes burning with determination.The assassin considered Dave's request, his masked face betraying no emotion. After a tense silence, they finally nodded in agreement. "Very well," the assassin replied, their voice tinged with an undertone of satisfaction."If you prove yourself useful to Cromwell, he may be willing to reveal the secrets that bind you."Relief washed over Dave, knowing that he had negotiated a glimmer of hope amidst the darkn
Alexander Cromwell stepped out of Madam Charlotte's house, his gaze fixed on the sleek black car waiting by the entrance.Welcome, sir. I hope your meeting with Madam Charlotte went well.".The driver, clad in a crisp suit, said so and opened the door with a practiced ease, inviting him inside."Madam Charlotte's encounter was my best experience; she's in my mind with me, and I'm willing to let Dave down."Alexander Cromwell said it with a playful tease on his lips.As he settled into the comfortable leather seat, Alexander couldn't help but smile—a rare display of genuine happiness."To have Madam Charlotte as a friend is a blessing in disguise," he murmured to himself, his voice filled with satisfaction.Their connection seemed to run deep, a bond forged through a shared penchant for manipulation and calculated moves.As the car glided through the city streets,Alexander relished in the knowledge that he had found a kindred spirit in Madam Charlotte, someone who understood the exhila
Amelia padded across the hallway, her bare feet making a soft thud against the cool wooden floor. As she approached the living room, she could hear the faint murmur of her mom's voice.Curiosity piqued, she quickened her pace and pushed open the door to find her mother, Madam Charlotte, sitting on the couch with a serene smile on her face."Good evening, Mom," Amelia said, a hint of sleepiness still present in her voice. "Who came to visit us?"Madam Charlotte's eyes sparkled with delight as she turned her attention to her daughter. "Oh, Amelia, you won't believe who it was," she replied, her voice filled with excitement."It was Alexander Cromwell, the son of the late Mr. Cromwell." Madam Charlotte reclined comfortably on her plush couch, her slender fingers clutching the phone tightly.She had just concluded a conversation that seemed to have left her in high spirits, a mischievous grin dancing on her lips."Mom, what were you talking about?" Amelia asked, her voice filled with intr
"I am tired. I am tired," Dave said as he continuously ran along the streets.Blood stains were still visible on his shirt as he ran into the busy streets. He was running on adrenaline as his heart raced in his chest. Fear flooded his veins as he frantically looked for cover from the lurking danger behind him.He got to the end and tried to take a deep breath. He coughed slightly and picked up his phone to reach out to the hotel worker."Pick my call, man! he said with a clenched fist and hit it on a table behind him."Why is he not picking up my calls?"He said it with furrowed eyebrows.He continued to call the hotel worker, but no one answered. He gave up and continued to walk on the streets until he saw a shopping center ahead."I really need to quench my thirst; I'm thirsty." He muttered to himself and hurried towards the entrance in a frenzied state of desperation, hoping for a brief respite.His frantic breathing drew attention from onlookers as he crashed through the doors.Da