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
The men charged at Marcus, but he was ready for them. He punched one man in the face, and he fell to the ground. Another man swung a sword at Marcus, but he dodged it and kicked the man in the stomach. The man doubled over, and Marcus hit him on the back.Marcus grabbed a third man and threw him against the wall. The man crumpled to the ground. A fourth man tried to sneak up behind Marcus, but he turned around and punched him in the jaw.The fight continued, with Marcus using his fists, feet, and quick reflexes to take down Adotha's men one by one. He was a skilled fighter, and soon the men were lying on the ground, unconscious.Adotha's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Marcus, swallowing hard. Marcus pulled out his gun, his hand steady and his eyes blazing with anger."I have tolerated you for long enough," Marcus growled, his voice low and menacing. "Do you know how long this has been coming? You destroyed T-Force, separated me from my mentor."Adotha held up his hands, placati
Marcus approached Sandra, who was sitting alone, and cleared his throat to get her attention. She looked up at him with a smile. "Hey," she said, her voice warm."May I sit?" he asked, and she nodded, moving aside to make space for him. He sat down close to her."Thank you for saving me," he said, his voice sincere.She smiled. "It's nothing. You would have done the same if you were in my shoes."He murmured, "I was just being stubborn."Sandra's expression was understanding. "I know it's about your old man, so it's normal to be worried."He held her hands tightly, and she leaned into his shoulder, seeking comfort. Sandra was the one who had advised the team to disobey Marcus, knowing the risks involved. She had warned them about the tycoon lord's ruthless nature, and how only Marcus was unaware of the danger that lay ahead.She was relieved that they had arrived just in time, or else Marcus would have met his demise. Sandra still has feelings for Marcus, but she knew she could neve