Victor's gaze was fixed upon the young man who had just come to his rescue, a mix of curiosity and gratitude dancing in his eyes. Eager to learn more about the person who had intervened in his predicament, he inquired, "May I know about the identity of your boss?"The young man met Victor's gaze with a palpable sense of urgency, his countenance revealing a mysterious undercurrent of purpose. He responded, "All will become clear when we arrive."Despite any reservations Victor might have had about this enigmatic situation, he recognized that there were no alternative courses of action available to him. With a resigned nod, he followed the young man to a sleek vehicle waiting nearby, and with a burst of acceleration, they sped away into the unknown, leaving Victor with a growing sense of intrigue and trepidation.In a matter of moments, the journey was over, and within the next half-hour, they pulled up at an exceptionally opulent estate. The young man skillfully parked the vehicle,
"Wait!" Julius exclaimed, his voice laced with authority, prompting his men to halt in their tracks.He turned his piercing gaze toward Victor, his eyes filled with a mix of menace and determination. "It would be far too convenient to simply allow you to leave the world far too easily. I intend for you to witness precisely how I handle both your family and anybody close to you, to ensure you return willingly to my employ."A sinister grin crept across Julius's face as he continued, "And only then, when you've seen the consequences, will you find your way back to me. Now, get out."Victor maintained a confident smile, not uttering a word, as he slowly rose from his chair and made his exit, fully aware of the storm brewing on the horizon.After putting a substantial distance between himself and Julius Wilson's compound, Victor reached for his phone and dialed Butler Kain's number.It only took a brief moment for Butler Kain to pick up the call. His respectful tone greeted Victor, "Hello
Diana and her colleagues decided to have a delightful gathering at a cozy little restaurant. They made a reservation for a private room to ensure they could relish their time without any interruptions from other patrons.Her coworkers were in high spirits, frequently raising their glasses for toasts in her honor. However, Diana eventually switched to drinking water, unfazed by any potential accusations of arrogance. She was determined to avoid becoming inebriated and wanted to stay in control.As their small celebration continued, an unexpected and rather ominous turn of events occurred. The tranquility of their private room was shattered when the entrance was forcefully kicked open, revealing a group of men who bore an uncanny resemblance to gangsters."Ah! So many beautiful women in here, good! good!!" exclaimed one of the men, their sudden intrusion casting a cloud of uncertainty over the cheerful atmosphere.A sudden wave of fear washed over the group of women as they realized
Victor observed the agony stricken men with an air of detachment, devoid of any semblance of sympathy. His eyes shifted, fixing on Zion, and he issued a commanding order, "Make them talk." Following this directive, he redirected his focus towards Diana and Inid.His initial instinct was to ensure Diana's well being, and as he inspected her, he breathed a sigh of relief upon confirming her steady breathing. Only then did he turn his attention to Inid."Are you alright?" Victor inquired, his concern evident in his voice.Inid, her gaze a mix of trepidation and confusion, nodded in response. Trembling slightly, she hesitated before speaking, "Are you Diana's husband, the one often known as 'useless'? Please, forgive my presumption."Victor, far from taking offense, offered a gracious smile and replied, "Indeed, I am."Inid's puzzlement was palpable. "But you don't resemble the rumors or behave as they suggest. A useless husband would mind being in danger to protect his wife."Victor's
The following morning, as the sun's first rays began to creep through the curtains, Diana slowly stirred from her slumber. To her dismay, a throbbing headache throbbed within her temples, a harsh reminder of the previous night's festivities. Groaning, she reached out to her bedside table to check the time. In that moment, her eyes widened in sheer panic as she realized the lateness of the hour.In a mad scramble, Diana bolted out of bed, sprinting down the stairs with her heart pounding in her chest. As she reached the living room, her frantic gaze fixed upon Victor, who was calmly seated on the sofa."Why didn't you wake me up? I'm late for work!" Diana's voice trembled with a blend of frustration and alarm as she accused Victor. However, in the midst of her rush, a bewildering thought struck her. She stopped in her tracks and asked, "Wait, how did I get here? I -- I was in danger last night."Victor, ever the picture of composure, replied evenly, "Your boss rescued you and dropp
Zion's reckless driving stirred such commotion that even Boss Kent couldn't ignore it, prompting him to emerge from his place."What's happening?" Boss Kent's voice thundered as he appeared on the scene. His loyal henchmen all had their guns trained on the vehicle, creating a tense standoff, but no one made a move to exit the car.After a brief moment of tension, Zion took the initiative and exited the car before courteously opening the door for Victor, displaying a touch of chivalry amidst the chaotic situation.Boss Kent wasted no time in identifying Victor, and he swiftly issued a command for his henchmen to lower their weapons. There was a sense of familiarity and warmth in the air as Victor and Boss Kent began to approach each other, the tension of the moment giving way to a reunion of sorts.With a grin on his face, Boss Kent couldn't hide his delight, "Here comes my brother." His words were laced with genuine happiness as they closed the gap between them.Victor's eyes twinkl
Zion's actions had minimal physical harm on Boss Kent's men, primarily because their original intent was not to cause injury or take lives. Instead, Victor's purpose was to make a statement, and in this regard, Zion executed that mission perfectly.Nevertheless, this episode ignited a profound yearning within Victor to delve into the world of martial arts. His newfound awareness of his potential, as conveyed by Butler Kain, had sparked a compelling curiosity about how he could embark on this martial arts journey. This desire was driven by the realization that he possessed the innate abilities necessary to become a skilled martial artist, and now he was determined to explore and unlock that potential.Boss Kent shifted his gaze from Zion to Victor, his stern expression reflecting a blend of curiosity and subtle approval. With an air of calculated confidence, he finally voiced his thoughts, "It seems my initial assessment was accurate; you're akin to a hidden diamond in the mud. Hav
Victor swiftly retrieved his phone from his pocket and composed a message with a sense of urgency. The message read, "Please get in touch with the manager of Sentinel Cars. I would like foe him to process my purchases personally as I've had a rather unpleasant encounter with one of his sales representatives. Tell him if he's not here within the next ten minutes, his shop will be on my red list."Once he had completed the message, Victor wasted no time and promptly hit the send button, ensuring that it was immediately dispatched to Martin.Victor briefly tore his gaze away from his smartphone and addressed the Salesgirl, his voice brimming with confidence, "Give me just ten minutes, and I'll determine if you still possess the qualifications to represent this establishment."The Salesgirl chuckled softly, her demeanor oozing with amusement. "Ten minutes, huh? Well, let's see if you can back up that claim."Unfazed by their exchange, the Salesgirl shifted her attention back to the coupl