"I always knew that bitch was up to something," Marcus spat, his anger boiling over as he stood up and began to pace back and forth, his mind racing with confusion.It had been a long time since they'd met, and Marcus wondered where he would even find her. He couldn't believe that Maria would go to such extremes. He knew she hated them but destroying the whole T-Force? But something didn't add up - Maria didn't have the power or resources to destroy T-Force.Marcus's frustration peaked, and he kicked the table in front of him, the sound of splintering wood echoing through the room. "Who is behind this?" he growled, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for answers.Marcus's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the General. "Tie him up and keep an eye on him," he commanded, his voice firm.The General bowed down, his response a respectful "Yes, lord."With that, Marcus stepped out of the room, his mind reeling with thoughts and doubts. His head was aching, and he was tired - the eve
Marcus drove to the location, parking his car at a distance. He watched with keen eyes, his phone ringing suddenly."Where are you?" a mysterious voice asked, without even a greeting."I'll be there in five minutes," Marcus replied curtly, ending the call with a hiss of frustration.He stepped out of the car, his eyes fixed on the building ahead. As he approached, he hid behind a wall, watching with bated breath.Suddenly, he saw Don and his father climbing the stairs, their movements quick. Marcus's eyes narrowed, a chuckle escaping his lips. “So, it was Don and his father behind this all along,” he mumbled. “Well two can play the game,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.Marcus stepped out of his hiding place, letting out a low, menacing whistle. With a hiss, he kicked the door wide open, revealing himself to Don and his father, who stared at him in shock."Surprise, surprise, surprise……," Marcus said, spreading his arms wide with a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying the momen
They slumped to the floor, and Marcus coldly cleaned his gun, the metal glinting against their lifeless bodies. "Clear the bodies and dump them at the T-junction," he ordered, his voice devoid of emotion.Katherine nodded silently and exited the room, leaving Marcus to his thoughts. He headed to the bathroom. As he bathed, he couldn't shake off the anger and betrayal that consumed him.He emerged from the bathroom, a belt in hand, and began to wipe himself down with a mixture of anger and frustration. "How dare you dine with enemies?" he yelled, hitting himself in disgust. He hated the fact that he had been so blind, so unaware that Don and his father were part of the very people who had destroyed T-Force.Now, he couldn't help but wonder if the old man was still alive, a question that gnawed at his conscience.The next morning, the news spread like wildfire: Don and his son were dead, a shocking turn of events that sent shockwaves through the city. Tycoon Lord's eyes narrowed as he
Maria kept running as fast as her legs could carry her, but she didn't see the car speeding towards her until it was almost too late. She raised her hands to shield her face and let out a loud scream as she collapsed to the ground.The car screeched to a halt just inches from her body, and Marcus stepped out, a smirk spreading across his face. He knelt down beside her, checking her pulse with a mocking gaze."An accident will be an easy punishment for you," he muttered, his voice dripping with malice.With a swift motion, he picked her up and placed her in the car, then drove off into the night, leaving Maria's fate hanging in the balance.He was the mastermind behind the sinister plot to ruin her reputation, sending an old report to the press and police, falsely accusing her of producing fake drugs. He was the one who had orchestrated the chaos at the police station, sending one of his henchmen to break her out. Now, he had brought her to his secret lair, where Kathrine and Genera
Maria ran as fast as she could, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she needed to get away. Finally, she reached a T-junction and felt a surge of relief. The darkness of night hid her face, and she was able to hail a ride home without being recognized.When she arrived at her house, she fled inside, locking the door behind her. She ran to her room, peeled off her wet clothes."That bastard," she muttered under her breath. "He's a fool for letting me go. I will deal with him."Maria's eyes narrowed as she thought about her next move. She knew she had to be careful, but she was determined to take revenge on Marcus for his cruelty. She began to formulate a plan, her mind spinning with ideas and strategies.As she wore another cloth, her anger grew. She knew that this was far from over, and she was ready to fight back.Maria picked up her phone and dialed a number, her fingers moving swiftly over the keypad. The phone rang for a few moments
Maria approached the Tycoon Lord, removing her hoodie as she stood before him. "Did anyone see you?" he asked, his voice firm. She shook her head, her ponytail swaying. "No," she replied.The Tycoon Lord's expression turned angry. "I gave you simple instructions, and you couldn't even finish Blade," he said, his voice rising.Maria's eyes flashed with defiance. "Don't say that," she shot back. "We both know you're at fault, not me. I gave you all the information you needed, so what's this now?" she asked, her voice equally angry.The Tycoon Lord rolled his eyes, his expression dismissive."Let that slide, the mistake has been made," the Tycoon Lord said, his voice firm. "Where's the picture?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.Maria raised an eyebrow, confusion etched on her face. "What picture?" she asked, her voice innocent.The Tycoon Lord's expression turned irritated. "Blade, obviously," he snapped.Maria's eyes flashed with anger. "How am I supposed to get his picture when he fuckin
"Who sent this?" the Tycoon Lord barked, his voice echoing through the room. His men rushed in, their faces tense with concern. "Who made a mockery of me?" he demanded, his eyes blazing with anger."We found it at the door, sir," one of his men explained. "Your name was on it, so we brought it to you."The Tycoon Lord's face twisted in confusion, despite the chill in the air, he was sweating. His phone rang, shrill and insistent, and he snatched it up without checking the caller ID."How do you like my gift?" a calm, menacing voice spoke, sending a shiver down the Tycoon Lord's spine."Blade," he growled, his eyes narrowing. "You're behind this.""I wanted to send a message," Marcus continued, his voice dripping with malice. "You see, Adotha, you've been making lots of mistakes but this time around I won’t forgive your mistakes. And now, it's time to pay the price."The Tycoon Lord grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the house, ignoring his men's questions about where he was goin
The tycoon lord strode into the cottage, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he surveyed the dusty, abandoned interior. It was as if no one had set foot in the place for years. But then, his gaze landed on the old man, bound and helpless, and a mischievous smile spread across his face.The old man's expression was unreadable, his eyes fixed on the tycoon lord with a piercing intensity. He didn't flinch, didn't speak, just kept staring as the tycoon lord pulled out a dusty chair, wiped it down with a flourish, and sat down."Long time, old man," the tycoon lord said, his grin widening, but the old man remained silent, his eyes never leaving the tycoon lord's face.The Tycoon lord chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "You know, today is not the day for you to play dumb," he sneered, but the old man remained silent, his eyes fixed on the tycoon lord with a piercing intensity.The tycoon lord continued, his voice dripping with malice. "I used to think you were useless, a waste of space. But