Don shoved his phone back into his pocket, thinking he'd deal with John's message later. For now, he needed to focus on helping Johnson."So, how far do you agree to run for now?" he asked Johnson, who growled, rubbing the back of his neck."Not like I have an option," Johnson said, his voice laced with frustration.Don smiled reassuringly. "Trust me, you won't regret it," he said.Johnson's expression turned serious. "Hopefully, when I have settled, Don, you will have to sneak my father's body for me. I don't trust the Tycoon Lord," he said, his voice low and urgent.Don's eyes widened. "That would be quiet hard," he responded, understanding the gravity of the request.Johnson's eyes pleaded with him. "I know, but you have to do this for me, please, Don. I'm begging you.""Fine, Don said, even though he wasn't sure how he'd manage it. "Thanks, buddy," Johnson said, smiling."I've arranged for some men to help you," Don explained. "You'll need to use the riverine at night to avoid b
Don's eyes widened in shock as John smashed something over Sandra's head. "What the hell have you done?" he asked, stunned.John grinned. "This is the juicy offer, my friend."Don's confusion deepened. "How is she part of the deal?"John's smile grew wider. "Help me get her to the bed. We need to move fast; she'll wake up soon."Don hesitated, unsure, but John's urgency was infectious. "Fine," he muttered, nodding reluctantly.John's grin broadened, revealing a sinister intent.Sandra was placed on the bed, and John pulled out a rope, beginning to tie her up. Don's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.John's expression darkened. "Watch and see. You ask too many questions, Don."Don's frustration boiled over. "Well, for your information, I need to know what's going on! If anything happens, I will be affected too, you fucking know!" he yelled.John snorted, rolling his eyes. "Help me tie her legs," he said, tossing a rope at Don, who caug
Marcus stood outside the company, leaning against the gate in a hidden corner where he couldn't be seen. He was waiting for everyone to leave the office so he could sneak in and search for clues. Just as he was starting to relax, his phone rang. He picked up the call, and Kathrine’s voice was on the other end."What's up, Kate?" Marcus asked, his tone casual."Bad news, boss," Katherine replied, her voice hesitant.Marcus groaned, sensing something was off. "Spill it," he said, his tone firm.Kate hesitated before delivering the news. "We can't find Johnson," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Marcus's expression turned serious, his mind racing with possibilities. "He didn't return to his penthouse last night?" he asked, his voice laced with concern."No, sir," Kate replied, her voice firm.Marcus groaned, rubbing his forehead. Adding Johnson to his list of worries was the last thing he needed. "Well, I want you to check everywhere for him. I don't think he has anyone to t
Sandra let out a loud scream as Marcus dropped the jar, his eyes fixed on Don's lifeless body on the floor. Marcus groaned, regret etched on his face. "I didn't mean to hit him on the head," he muttered, standing up to untie Sandra. "We need to get out of here as fast as possible," he urged, his voice low and urgent.Sandra's voice cracked as she asked, "What about Don? What will happen to him?" Marcus reassured her, "He'll be fine," and she nodded, though her eyes betrayed her worry.Marcus quickly scanned the area to ensure they hadn't left any incriminating evidence behind. Satisfied, he took Sandra's hand, and they made their way to the receptionist's desk. They put on a calm facade, acting like nothing was amiss, and swiftly exited the building. Once outside, they broke into a run, desperate to put as much distance between themselves and the scene as possible."What if they check the CCTV cameras?" Sandra asked, her voice trembling."We'll claim self-defense," Marcus replied,
John got up and walked out of the hospital, getting into his car and pulling out his phone. He dialed a number, and on the second ring, a voice answered."I have a deal for you," John said, his voice laced with urgency."Boss, you haven't paid for the last job we helped you with," the caller reminded him, their tone firm but familiar.John groaned, knowing he was out of cash. He cleared his throat, trying to sound convincing. "If you're able to do this job, I will pay you immediately. This is an instant payment," he pleaded.The caller paused, then said, "I'm only agreeing to this because it's you, Boss." John let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much.""What's the deal?" The Caller asked, his curiosity piqued."The usual," John replied, his voice hinting at a familiarity with John's requests."Good, send the location," the caller instructed, and with that, the call ended. John sent the location with a sly grin, whispering to himself, "Sorry, Don, but your journey ends here." H
Marcus crashed to the ground, the impact sending shockwaves through his body. The killer sneered, delivering a brutal kick that sent Marcus's head spinning. As blood began to seep from his wounds, Marcus groaned, his vision blurring. He struggled to his knees, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at his attacker.The killer cackled, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "I had no intention of harming you," he taunted, "but since you're here, I might as well kill you too. And when I send your body to my Master, I'll receive a handsome reward." His smile twisted into a malevolent grin, revealing a sinister intent.The killer aimed a kick at Marcus, but Marcus grabbed his legs, holding them in place. The killer tried to pull away, but Marcus's grip was too strong. Marcus stood up, and the killer found himself on the ground. Marcus sneered, "You were saying?"The killer groaned, clutching his leg in agony. Marcus had never kicked him so hard before. Marcus kicked him again, this time in the
Marcus scrutinized the photograph, but the cryptic message only seemed to mock him with its silence. Frustrated, he tossed the picture aside and resumed his search for any clues related to the Tycoon Lord. However, his efforts yielded nothing. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a sense of exasperation wash over him. As he stepped aside, his eyes darted around the office, scouring every nook and cranny for any hint that might lead him closer to the truth.Marcus let out a frustrated hiss, wondering why it was so difficult to uncover information about the elusive Tycoon Lord. He knew the man was searching for him, and a nagging thought crept into his mind: what if he was the first to catch him? And what if he was behind the T-Force attack? Marcus's mind raced with questions.With another hiss, he picked up the picture, studying it intently. He knew Sandra wouldn't be able to provide any insight into the photograph; she would only ask him where he obtained it. He glanced at the ima
"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
Marcus dropped the gun on Grey's chest, covering his face with his hands before standing up and pulling his hair back. He walked away, got into his car, and drove off, lost in thought.As he arrived home, he rested his head on the steering wheel, wondering how he would face his parents. He was still reeling from the revelation that his parents, whom he had believed were dead, were actually alive.With a sigh, he stepped out of the car and locked it, noticing the eerie silence. As he entered the house, he flipped on the light switch, and suddenly, everyone screamed "Surprise!"Marcus flinched, taken aback by the sudden noise and the sea of faces before him. He was surrounded by loved ones, all holding flowers and balloons, their faces beaming with joy."What's going on?" Marcus asked, genuinely surprised, and they all smiled.Sandra stepped forward, beaming. "Since your parents are alive, I thought of doing a little celebration to mark the happy news," she explained, and everyone nodde
"I should be the one saying that," Grey sneered, laughing evilly. Marcus stared at him, his eyes blazing with fury, as he moved forward."You dare think of hurting my parents?" Marcus growled.Grey shrugged. "That's the rule of the street: kill to survive."Marcus shook his head in disgust. "Not your own blood, Grey. He was your elder brother, and you dared to do this to him?"Grey smirked. "Spare me the crap, Marcus. You would have done the same if you were in my shoes. It's survival. The rule is to survive. Your father thought he could have all the good things in life and make me his puppet? Never. I took control of my own destiny."Marcus scoffed. "Take control of your destiny? You call this control? Locking up your own family, manipulating and using them for your own gain?"Grey didn't answer, he just shrugged his shoulders, his expression unrepentant."You know one of the things I hate?" Marcus asked, his eyes blazing with anger as he stared at Grey."What?" Grey asked, a hint of
The next day, after breakfast, Marcus set out to Grey's house, parking his car at a distance. He put on his hoodie and stepped out, glancing around cautiously before walking towards the gate. To his surprise, it swung open with ease, suggesting Grey had forgotten to lock it. Marcus entered, still looking over his shoulder, and pushed open the creaky front door.As he stepped inside, his eyes scanned the empty rooms, his gaze darting everywhere. The house seemed abandoned, with no signs of life or warmth. Marcus let out a sigh, confusion etched on his face. Why did Grey's house look like no one lived there?He began to climb the stairs, trying to be careful not to make a sound, his senses heightened as he ventured deeper into the house.Marcus stood in the middle of the house, his eyes scanning the area, trying to locate the source of the mysterious noise he had heard earlier. He finally found the room, but it was locked. He searched for something to open the door, but found nothing
Sandra groaned, trying to sit up, and Marcus rushed to her side, helping her into a comfortable position. She gave him a weak smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Leaning back against the pillow, she whispered, "Thank you."Marcus nodded, adjusting the pillow for her. The silence between them was awkward, until Marcus cleared his throat, forcing Sandra to look at him. "I want to ask a personal question," he said, his eyes locked on hers.Sandra nodded weakly, "Go on."Marcus held her hands, his voice filled with emotion. "Have you ever thought of marriage?" he asked, his eyes searching for answers.Sandra smiled weakly, but this time, it reached her eyes. "Does it matter?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Marcus nodded, urging her to answer. "Please, answer me. Have you ever thought of marriage?" he asked again, his voice filled with longing.Sandra chuckled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Why are you so interested? When did you begin to care?" she asked, her voice
"What?!" Marcus exclaimed, stunned, and Katherine nodded, swallowing hard. "The report came in when you left to find her," she said, her voice trembling. "It showed that she's carrying a child." Marcus gasped, cursing under his breath as he rubbed his hair in disbelief. "No, no, no," he muttered, shaking his head. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He didn't need a DNA test to know the child was his. Overwhelmed, Marcus collapsed to the floor, covering his face with his hands. He felt angry at himself, frustrated that he couldn't protect his own child. "I couldn't be there for my own child... what kind of father am I?" he mumbled, slapping himself in despair. Katherine rushed to his side, trying to calm him down. "Stop, Marcus, please," she begged, but he shook her off. "No, I have failed," he repeated, slapping himself harder. "I have failed as a father. What kind of father am I?" he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. Katherine paused, taken aback by his word
Amayah seized the opportunity to escape, dashing outside as Marcus was distracted. She spotted Owen and rushed towards him, relief washing over her. "Baby, let's get out of here! Marcus is crazy!" she begged, tugging on Owen's arm.But Owen didn't budge. Instead, he pulled her close, his hands gripping her waist tightly. "How did you think I ended up here?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.Amayah swallowed hard, confusion etched on her face. "I don't get it," she stammered.Owen let out an evil laugh. "You're truly dumb," he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.Amayah's eyes widened as the pieces clicked into place. "Wait, you... you tracked me here?" she asked, disbelief etched on her face.Owen nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Amayah tried to step back, but he caught her, holding her tight. She was trapped, and Owen's grip only tightened as he reveled in his sinister triumph."I didn't just track you here," Owen sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "
Amayah sprang to her feet, tears streaming down her face. "Johnson, please don't hurt me!" she begged, her voice trembling.Johnson's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing. How could she betray him like this?Amayah held up her hands, pleading. "Please don't rape me!" she sobbed.Johnson's expression turned incredulous. "Are you out of your mind?" he demanded, but Amayah ignored him, her eyes fixed on him with a desperate, crying gaze.She reached out a hand, as if to touch him, but Johnson recoiled, backing away from her. "You foolish woman," he sneered. "You think you can put on this act?"But before he could finish, Marcus stormed over, his face a mask of fury. He grabbed Johnson's collar, yanking him forward, and delivered a swift, powerful blow.Marcus lifted Johnson up again, his fists flying in a flurry of punches. "How dare you think of laying your hands on Sandra!" he growled, each blow landing with precision and force.Johnson stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear, before
Amayah quickly stepped out, her flashlight casting a bright beam as she descended from the porch and circled the house. But she saw no one. As she turned around, she collided with a chest and let out a startled shout.Johnson swiftly covered her mouth, whispering, "Shh!"Amayah pushed him away, her expression disgusted. "You scared me!"Johnson raised his hands in defense. "Not my intention."Amayah rolled her eyes. "Did you see anyone?" Johnson asked, and she shook her head."No," she replied.Johnson nodded. "Maybe it was just one of these animals."As he dragged her inside, Amayah couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching them. She wanted to express her concerns, but knew Johnson would only dismiss her. So she kept quiet, her unease growing with each passing moment.As they entered, they covered their noses in disgust, realizing that Sandra had urinated on herself. Amayah's anger flared, and she walked up to Sandra, giving her a dirty slap. But instead of cowering, S
Amayah felt a sudden sense of unease, as if she was being followed. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, shining her torch into the darkness. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice firm but laced with a hint of fear.Owen, hiding behind a tree, held his breath, hoping not to be discovered. Amayah took a step closer, her torchlight dancing across the trees, mere inches from Owen's face. Just as she was about to shine the light directly on him, her phone rang, breaking the tension.The ID card flashed "Johnson" on the screen, and Amayah let out a sigh before answering. "What's up?" she asked, turning away from Owen's hiding spot."Where are you?" Johnson's voice asked, his tone laced with concern."Close," Amayah replied, glancing around nervously. "I felt someone chasing after me."Johnson chuckled. "It's just your mind playing games with you. Who would be awake at this time?"Amayah nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "Fine, I'll hasten my steps."As she ended th