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