Harvey rushed to the station, determined to free Serena. He and his team worked tirelessly, desperate to discredit the false witness statement against her. Finally, they uncovered the truth: the potential witness was a fake. Someone had paid women to say those things about Serena, but one of them backed out. The mysterious man seemed out of place in the city, yet he exuded an air of upper-class sophistication. Unfortunately, the lady who had been offered a bribe couldn't provide a detailed description of him. When Harvey learned about Serena's pregnancy complications, he knew he had to take action. "Thank you, Harvey. I can't believe Margaret didn't help me sooner," Serena said, sounding disappointed. Harvey scoffed at her gesture, determined to fight for her freedom. "I didn't do this for you, Serena. And now, I own you. If you try to mess with me, you'll have yourself to blame. I guarantee you," he declared with a chilling tone. The death of Richard had cast a shadow of suspicion
This was the last thing Harvey needed. Why did she return? He pondered, unable to ignore the tears streaming down her face."I'm sorry. I know you want nothing to do with me right now after our last encounter, and I don't blame you. But you're the only person..." Her voice trembled as she spoke, her desperation evident."I don't know who else I could speak to in the city," she continued, her words filled with uncertainty. The reason behind her tears remained a mystery to Harvey, but he knew he was about to find out."I couldn't go to the Darby. Grace would lose it at the sight of me. I heard what happened to Richard," she explained. Harvey's confusion deepened. "This is about Richard?" he asked, his perplexity etched on his face.He chuckled, a bitter sound escaping his lips. "Here I was thinking you might feel remorseful for what happened in the past, but I guess you're completely unapologetic," he said, his frown conveying both disgust and disappointment."Harvey, don't you fucking
‘'Harvey, it's great to see you back in business,’' Teresa exclaimed as she arrived with a list of influential parties associated with the elite Club.‘'For a second there, I thought I had lost you,’' she chuckled, a glimmer of relief in her eyes.Harvey was determined to gain the support of the elite Club's associates, freeing himself from their control once and for all.He was fed up with working alongside traitors, and Teresa shared his desire to oust the elite Club after taking over from her father. They had suspended all business activities with The Raven Mafia since it was now led by a woman.That was until her father decided to seize control of all projects related to the elite Club.'’Teresa, you're brilliant! With him on our side, we'll definitely come out on top,'’ Harvey said with a smile, clutching an invitation from Don Marcus.He was the most feared mob boss in the entire country, commanding the roads with an iron fist. Nothing escaped his notice without his explicit c
"Derek! Don't you dare die on me!" Harvey exclaimed, his heart racing as he held the gunshot wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.He drove relentlessly, determined to escape the shooters. "Hang in there, buddy. I need to get you to the hospital," he said, his voice filled with concern as Derek slipped into unconsciousness.Finally, Harvey managed to elude the gunmen and rushed straight to the hospital. As he arrived, nurses and doctors hurried out with a wheelchair to transport Derek.Harry ran after them, his hand covered in blood. "Doctor, is he going to be alright?" he asked anxiously, his words pouring out non-stop. He was persistent in seeking answers, following the doctors closely."Harvey, we need to take him to the surgical room to remove the bullet. He was lucky you brought him in sooner because just two more minutes and he could have died," one of the doctors informed him.Soon after, Jessica and Lana burst into the room. "Harvey, we need to talk," Lana exclaimed
Harvey had just encountered the kingmaker himself, a figure of great authority and influence. The weight of that authority was something Harvey had always strived for. Like everyone who had crossed paths with the kingmaker, Harvey was assigned a task. As he contemplated the challenging nature of the mission bestowed upon him by the don, he couldn't help but feel the personal significance. Failure was not an option.The success of this mission would not only earn Harvey the don's eternal gratitude, but it also carried the potential risk of costing him his life. He was venturing into the treacherous realm of a child trafficking syndicate, determined to rescue an innocent child from their clutches.Harvey knew that his chances of success relied on assembling the most exceptional team. He was well aware of Lana and Jessica's remarkable skills, yet he hesitated to ask them to join him on this perilous journey.This mission was not to be taken lightly, as it meant putting their lives in gr
After realizing that Harvey had been swayed by Lana, the men stood up and left, seething with anger that he had chosen Lana's ideas over theirs. Shortly thereafter, the don contacted Harvey and sternly questioned, "Pray tell, what is this I hear? Those men are paid professionals who have meticulously analyzed and determined the optimal course of action, and yet you cast it aside.""Have you the faintest idea of the consequences that await you should you fail this mission? Even if, by some stroke of luck, you manage to evade death at the hands of the syndicate, I shall ensure that you rue the day you ever crossed them."Harvey, who never responds well to threats, even from a man as influential as the kingmaker, boldly retorted, leaving the kingmaker dumbfounded by his audacity."With all due respect, sir, I kindly request that you refrain from meddling in this affair and allow me to handle it as I see fit," he declared, bidding farewell and ending the call.Lana, with her exceptional t
Harvey and Lana were busy making preparations to leave the country. It seemed that their plan had worked, as Alfred had taken the bait and they were scheduled to fly to Mirano, a small island where the buy-ins were taking place later that day.However, there was an underlying tension between Lana and Harvey. Something had happened between them that should never have occurred in the first place. Lana knew that they needed to address this uncomfortable situation, as it could put a strain on their relationship. Determined to have a conversation, she left her room and made her way to Harvey's. She knocked on his door.Harvey, who couldn't sleep much either, his mind consumed by the events of the previous night, hastily opened the door and invited her in. But Lana declined, insisting that she would rather speak to him outside."That's a good idea," Harvey said, trying to show his support for her decision."About last night, I'm sorry I let myself get carried away. It never should have happ
She discreetly made her way into the party, quickly excusing herself to use the restroom upon arrival. As she surveyed the room, Sergio had yet to make an appearance. However, her attention was soon captured by Harvey.Harvey was taken aback by her striking presence, momentarily unable to recognize her at first glance. He was utterly captivated, his gaze fixated on her with intensity. He longed to express his admiration for her beauty, but found himself at a loss for words.Lana couldn't resist the magnetic pull between them, her eyes locked with his mesmerizing blue gaze that shimmered in the ambient light. His impeccably tailored suit accentuated his muscular arms, adding to his overall allure. They were both entranced, unable to tear their eyes away from each other.Just as the connection between Lana and Harvey intensified, she spotted Sergio stepping into the party. In that moment, Lana knew that impressing Harvey tonight was not her primary objective.So, she took out a small mi
He gazed at her, his mind swirling with curiosity about how she had become privy to this information. And then it dawned on him - she had actually maintained a close relationship with Monica.Quinn stood out from the rest, not being one of those absorbed in their parents' wealth. She had a burning desire to expose them, even her own father, and she found an unexpected ally in Monica.The revelation of her plans to take over her father's legacy was shocking. She made it abundantly clear that she wanted no part in this world. It was the very reason she had run away in the first place.In many ways, she was a superior version of Halle. Yet, was there anyone born into privilege who possessed the audacity to leave these comforts behind in Crimson Valley? Sensing the sensitivity of the topic, she skillfully changed the subject."I apologize for bringing it up. I know how much you cared for her, how she was the first girl to truly capture your interest,"she expressed, her words dripping with
The next morning, Harvey was jolted awake by a startling noise at his door. He was taken aback by the unexpected visitor, doubting if she had ever been there before.As he opened the door, he nearly received a resounding slap. But he quickly caught her hands and deflected the blow away from his face.Giving her a stern look, he asked, "What do you think you're doing here, Margaret?"Margaret, seething with anger at everything that had unfolded, blamed Harvey for her her misfortune."How dare you, Harvey! I warned you to stay out of my family affairs," she spoke bitterly. Her bold statement left him bewildered."You've managed to turn Halle against me, and now you're trying to do the same with Serena," Margaret said, furrowing her brows."You're out of your mind, Margaret. Everything happening in your family is a result of your own actions," he laughed."It's amusing how I haven't even set out to ruin you yet, and your world seems to be crumbling down, Margaret.""I am nothing like you
Just as Harvey had suspected, Halle hurried back to the city. She barged into the Crawford's mansion, where she found Margaret and Serena attending to a somber crowd of people who had come to pay their condolences.As Halle stepped in, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to her, their gazes piercing through her like daggers. "I hope you're both satisfied now that he's finally gone," Halle spat, her voice filled with bitterness. She locked eyes with Serena, who tried to hide her guilt behind a facade of indifference.Margaret's face contorted with anger, taking a step closer to Halle. "If you're here to cause a scene, I suggest you leave immediately. I won't allow you to tarnish your father's memory in such a disgraceful manner," she seethed, her voice dripping with contempt.Halle couldn't help but laugh, her laughter echoing through the room. "Disrespecting his memory? Suddenly, that matters to you? How convenient," halle’s words laced with sarcasm."You pretentious skank," Halle
Furious at the visitor, she storms towards the door, her anger boiling inside. With every step, her anticipation grows. Unlocking the door, she braces herself to unleash her fury on whoever stands on the other side. But as she swings open the door, her words vanish into thin air, and her jaw drops in sheer disbelief."What... what are you doing here?" she stammers, her voice trembling with surprise.Harvey strides into the living room, his presence commanding and unwelcome. The shock leaves her momentarily speechless, forgetting to extend an invitation or even question his audacity.He turns to face her, his voice dripping with accusation. "You tell me, Tamara Hudson,"Caught off guard by his words, she chuckles nervously, her eyes darting around, desperately trying to comprehend the situation. "Who is Tamara Hudson?" she asks.He shook his head as Disappointment flashes across his face, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. A mix of sadness and anger evident in his voice. "Give it up,
It was as if he was staring at a mirrored image of himself. Serena's laughter caught his attention, leaving him curious about what had amused her. "Do you remember how you used to tease him when we were kids?" she slipped out."Why has he returned after all these years?" Harvey leaned forward, trying to change the subject.Serena turned to face him, her gaze meeting him as she replied, "I heard his dad is gravely ill, so he had to come back and take over the company. You might be seeing more of him.""He mentioned how his dad was in business with Anthony and how he intends to keep it that way," Harvey forced a smile and let out a dry chuckle. "Well, I'm looking forward to seeing him."Realizing she had made Brad wait for too long, she stood up to continue her date. Just as she was half way away from Harvey and Brad, all the phones in the restaurant chimed simultaneously, creating a jarring sound.This only happens when there's news of grave importance sent by the aristocrats Media to
Harvey stormed back home, seething with anger at Hon Curry for leaving those words hanging in the air. Doubt crept into his mind as he questioned whether he was making enemies out of his allies. He knew he had to stand up against the elite club, for they were untrustworthy. It was either cut them loose or face their wrath once he no longer served their purpose.In this dog-eat-dog world, Harvey refused to be on the losing end again. Lost in his thoughts, his phone suddenly rang, snapping him back to reality. A smile formed on his face as he saw the caller ID, knowing they had brought him some intriguing news."Harvey," a magnetic voice echoed through the phone, capturing his full attention."Well, just as you might have guessed, I've got some news about our last conversation. My boys managed to dig up something that might catch your interest, and I might have a name," Don Marcus spoke over the phone.Harvey's mind raced with anticipation as he paced, etching each step with uncertain
Magaret sat upright and leaned in closer to him, her expression unwavering. "Serena!" she exclaimed."Serena?" Harvey questioned, his eyebrows raised in surprise.Without skipping a beat, Margaret continued, "Serena is my daughter, and I want her back. But she refuses to speak or see me ever since she got this idea that you were on her side.""As much as I hate to have to seek your help, I am not quite sure I am left with much of a choice, I need you to push her away so she has no choice but to come back to me, crying."Harvey let out a dry laugh, signaling for a waitress to bring him a Winston cocktail. He found Margaret's request amusing and wanted to enjoy the show with a drink. Turning to face her, he challenged, "Why the hell would I do that for a mere gift box?"Margaret frowned at him, her eyes narrowing with a hint of disappointment. "Harvey, don't be daft," she said, her voice tinged with seriousness. "A lot has happened while you were away, and as much as I would have enjoye
David's heart pounded with fear as he hastily retrieved his scattered documents from the floor. With trembling hands, he made his way out of the office, the uproar catching the attention of the influential stakeholders who had offices nearby.Intrigued by the commotion, they hurriedly approached, their eyes filled with curiosity and concern. Desperate to protect himself, Harvey skillfully deflected their inquiries with a smooth and calculated lie. With a polite yet firm demeanor, Harvey escorted them out and went back in. Knowing his penchant for precision, he took charge to sort out the scattered files . As he opened his desk drawer to tidy up his belongings, his eyes fell upon an envelope he had received months ago at the front desk.A pang of curiosity struck him, as he had never bothered to open it, assuming it was a mere receipt for one of his purchases. Without hesitation, he tore it open, confirming his suspicion—it was indeed a receipt. But it wasn't his.Harvey thoroughly
His face contorted , confused and desperate, as he struggled to identify the second party in the picture. Drawing closer to the victoria table, he hoped to uncover more information about the case. "No way Mike would leave me hanging with such vague information," he muttered.With a sense of urgency, he delved deeper into the files, meticulously sifting through each piece of evidence. It was then that he stumbled upon a letter addressed to Mrs. Daniels. Harvey furrowed his brow, realizing he had never come across this name before. His eyes fixated on the lengthy letter, his breath trembling as he approached its climax and discovered the identity of the author.It was the same person depicted in the picture, the very person responsible for Richard's untimely demise. Overwhelmed by the revelation, he slumped from the sofa to the floor, his heart heavy with devastation. The truth had unveiled Richards' death was driven by power tussle and jealousy.He couldn't believe it, the realizatio