"Look!" Sandra exclaimed, her hands trembling as she passed Marcus her phone. The screen displayed a breaking news headline in bold letters: "#Don Jack is missing#". Marcus let out a low hiss, trying to hide his lack of concern. "Is this why you screamed?" he asked, rubbing his hands over his face.Sandra stood up, her eyes wide with fear. "Do you know what this means?" she asked, her voice trembling. Marcus feigned ignorance, "What?" he asked, his tone neutral.Sandra's voice was laced with desperation. "Marcus, we're in trouble! You were the last person seen at the hotel last night. They will suspect us!" "Sandra, you're overthinking everything. We need to stay calm. If you act like this, they'll suspect us," he said in a low, soothing tone, trying to reassure her.She nodded her head, her hands clenched over her chest, her eyes welling up with tears.Marcus's expression remained calm, but his mind raced with calculations. He needed to keep Sandra calm, before she caused trouble
The officer's question broke the silence. "Ma, did you say anything?" Sandra shook her head, her voice barely audible. "No." Her voice quivered as she swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the floor. She grasped her bag and began to walk away, her legs trembling beneath her.The officer's concern was palpable. "Ma, are you okay?" But Sandra didn't respond. She continued climbing the stairs, her mind racing with the image of the CCTV footage replaying in her head. She knew she wasn't mistaken. She knew it was Marcus. She was all too familiar with his distinctive walk, a trait that had once drawn her to him.The memory of his confident stride now haunted her, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal. Her thoughts swirled with questions. Why would Marcus break into her office? What was he hiding? A gentle tap on her shoulder snapped Sandra back to reality. She turned around to face a female police officer, who was smiling at her with a hint of concern. "Do you know who the perso
John arrived at the killer's house, his heart racing with anticipation. He knocked on the door, but the silence was deafening. He tried the handle, but it was locked, and a sense of unease crept over him. Where had the killer gone? He pulled out his phone and tried to call, but the number rang out, unanswered. Nothing was making sense to him.The possibility that the killer had kidnapped Don to demand a ransom crossed his mind, but that wasn't part of the plan. John's mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Had the killer deviated from the script? Jack had exhausted all his connections, pleading with everyone he knew for assistance, but to no avail. Don's disappearance remained a mystery, and Jack's frustration was reaching a boiling point. His men entered the room, and he glared at them, his eyes blazing with desperation. "Any progress?" he demanded.The man hesitated, "Sir, we've hit a dead end. The hotel manager claims the CCTV footage is missing." Jack's grip on the man's collar
Marcus chuckled, seemingly unbothered, as he began to stand up. But Sandra's expression turned dead serious. "I'm not joking when I say I'll pull the trigger," she warned.Marcus, still smiling, goaded her, "Pull it, then."And with that, Sandra pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the wall with a loud bang, and she swiftly returned the gun to Marcus's head. "Hope you now know this isn't some kind of fake gun," she hissed, her frustration palpable."Who the hell are you, Marcus?" she demanded, her eyes blazing with anger. But Marcus remained silent, his smirk still plastered on his face.Sandra's patience was wearing thin. "You're wasting time," she growled, her voice low and menacing. A knock at the door broke the tense silence. "Who's there?" Sandra roared, his voice echoing through the room."Ma, we just want to make sure you're fine," a worried voice replied from the other side of the door."I'm fine, can you mind your business?" Sandra snapped, her irritation evident."Sorry, Ma,
"Do it now," she commanded, her eyes gleaming with an air of authority.Marcus nodded, his gaze still fixed on her, as she pulled out his phone and dialed a number. At the second ring, a voice answered, "Hello?""Free Don," Marcus said, his voice firm."What, boss?" the voice exclaimed, surprise evident in his tone."You heard me, obey now," Marcus said, his tone brooking no argument, and ended the call.He turned to Sandra, his eyes demanding answers. "Fine, I've done my part. Now tell me, who are you?" he asked, his frustration growing.Sandra drew a chair and sat on it, she leaned back in her chair, a sly smile spreading across her face. "How do you know about the anklet?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.Marcus's face twisted in frustration. "You don't ask questions with questions," he snapped, his patience wearing thin. "Just tell me who you are and what's going on!""Chill, Marcus," Sandra said, nonchalantly placing her legs on the table, the anklets jingling soft
Sandra cleared her throat, beginning to explain, "The Adotha Empire is considered the first top-tier family..." But Marcus was still perplexed. "Wait, why are we suddenly considering the Don family as the top-tier family?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.Sandra smiled, "Well, he's the Tycoon Lord One..." But before she could continue, Marcus cut her off, his curiosity piqued. "Tycoon Lord One? What do you mean by that?" he asked, his tone relaxed, and Sandra smiled.“Sit, let’s discuss,” and Marcus nodded, giving him a curt nod."I will see him," Marcus said, determination in his voice.Sandra shook her head, her expression stern. "He's dangerous, Marcus. You can't just meet him without a backup plan."Marcus raised an eyebrow. "How dangerous is he?" he asked, and Sandra's voice was firm. "He destroyed a whole nation."Marcus nodded, realizing this was more serious than he thought. "I need to hand back up plan first before I face Tycoon Lord," he mumbled under his breath,
Johnson decided to head to the riverside alone, realizing he had no other choice since Don wasn't returning. He couldn't risk using social media, as it would be the easiest way for his pursuers to track him down. With a sigh, he stood up and made his way towards the river area, knowing he had only one option: to use the forest as a means to run away.When Johnson arrived at the riverside, he found it deserted - no boatman, no one in sight. He let out a frustrated hiss, feeling like the universe was conspiring against him. He rubbed his hair, his eyes scanning the surroundings frantically. Just then, he spotted someone approaching from a distance. He quickly pulled up his hoodie to cover his face, his heart racing with anxiety.Katherine, the person approaching, had a sly smile on her face. "So, he thinks he can run away? Bad move," she muttered to herself. She swiftly sent a message to her men: "He's here. Send the police." With a confident stride, she walked towards Johnson, her ey
"Well, I think it's time for me to go," Johnson said, smiling, but before he could take a step, Katherine swiftly pulled out her gun and pressed it against his head. "If you move, I will pull the trigger," she warned, her grip on the weapon tight.Johnson's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell is going on? Who are you?" he asked, but Katherine cut him off with a scoff. "You only speak when I ask you to speak," she said in a cold tone.Johnson cursed himself for underestimating Katherine, blinded by her beauty. He slowly turned around, hands raised, and tried to defuse the situation. "Put the gun down, let's talk," he said, but Katherine's response was fierce."You think I'm joking, right? You think I'm joking?" she yelled, her voice rising, the gun still pressed against his head, her finger trembling on the trigger."Fine," Johnson said, raising his hands in surrender. "Move," Katherine ordered, and he began to walk, his eyes scanning the surroundings for an escape route. He neede