Adams sat in his private room, observing the scene unfold before him. To his astonishment, Marcus, whom he had instructed his men to handle, was seated in the chair, bearing scars that only became apparent upon closer inspection. Adams' eyes widened in disbelief; he was certain he had given orders to dispose of Marcus. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed the geng leader's number, but the call went unanswered. The silence only added to Adams' growing unease and confusion.Adams dialed the number again, and this time, the leader answered. "Bastard, where the fuck are you?" Adams growled. The voice on the other end replied, "Sir, sir, he escaped from our hands. We're looking for him." Adams let out a furious hiss. "The bastard is at the club. Send your men here," he commanded. The voice responded, "Yes, sir," before ending the call. Adams tossed his phone aside, frustrated. He hadn't anticipated the situation taking such an unexpected turn. "This is crazy," he groaned, rubbing
"You drive me crazy," Adams exclaimed, his frustration evident. Kathrine chuckled, her eyes secretly pleading for Marcus to intervene and rescue her. As Adams continued to unbutton her clothes and leaned in for a kiss, Kathrine closed her eyes and whispered, "Lord of vengeance, where are you?" But Adams paused, detecting something amiss. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. Kathrine quickly shook her head, forcing a fake smile. "Nothing," she replied, trying to conceal her true thoughts. Adams's eyes narrowing, unsure what to make of Kathrine’s sudden whisper.Kathrine, sensing Adams' heightened arousal, wrapped her legs around his waist and teased his member with a tantalizing sway of her hips. A guttural groan escaped Adams' throat as he unclasped her bra, releasing her breasts into his waiting hands. Just as they neared the point of no return, the door burst open with a thunderous bang. Adams' head snapped around, his eyes blazing with rage as he
“We only have one solution!” Marcus said, rubbing the back of his head. "What is it?" she asked."I want you to create a diversion by starting a fire," he replied.Katherine nodded, fixing her gun in her hand. She stepped out, looking around cautiously, then began to run towards the designated location. She removed the lighter and scarf, throwing the latter on the floor. The fire alarm went off, and smoke filled the air.With that, Marcus knelt down, and Adam's eyes went wide. He was swallowing hard, pleading, "Please, Marcus, don't kill me! Please, Marcus, have mercy!" He looked at Marcus, begging."I wish I was a philanthropist, I would have considered, darling." Marcus stood up, said "Goodnight," and fired the shot. Adam fell to the ground. Marcus shot him twice in the chest and once in the skull.Marcus looked around and stepped out, colliding with Katherine. "Is everything okay?" she asked urgently. He nodded and said, "Let's go, fast!" With that, he held her by the waist as
“What news?” Marcus asked, his voice tinged with urgency but Sandra was quiet. Marcus's eyes narrowed, awaiting her response, but Sandra's jaw dropped, her mouth hanging open in shock. She took a step closer, her gaze fixed on him, and Marcus retreated, confusion etched on his face. "Sandra, what's wrong?" he asked, but she continued to advance, her hands outstretched. She touched his face, and her eyes widened as she sniffed her fingers. "This is...blood," she whispered, her voice trembling.Marcus groaned, his face contorted in pain, and Sandra's confusion deepened. "Marcus, there's blood on your face, and you're not even reacting," she said, her voice laced with worry. Marcus pressed her again, "What did you see in the news, Sandra?" But Sandra was frozen, her eyes fixed on him as if searching for answers. Suddenly, a throat cleared behind her, and she turned to see Katherine, dressed in a dancer's attire, her expression concerned. And she felt like she was going crazy, she st
Amayah stood in the room, adjusting her clothes, when Owen burst in and grasped her arms, pulling her towards him. "Who took the last piece of cake?" he demanded, his voice angry. Amayah looked at him, confused, but a proud smile spread across her face. "I did, darling," she said. Owen's response was swift and violent - he slapped her, sending her tumbling onto the bed. Her eyes widened in shock.Amayah's voice trembled as she asked, "What did I do?" Amayah's voice trembled as she asked, "What did I do?" Owen's expression twisted in anger, and he sneered, "You're asking me what you did?" He raised his hand, ready to strike her again, but Amayah quickly moved out of reach and stood up straight. Owen's face turned red with rage as he bellowed. "Are you mad or what? Do you know why I kept the cake there? Do you know how much it costs?" His insults poured out like venom, "But no, you can never know, all you do is eat and not make money, useless child!" Amayah stared at him in disbelie
The man re-entered the police station, which was now filled with smoke, causing everyone to rub their eyes. He walked purposefully through the chaos, heading straight to Johnson's cell. Johnson, surprised by the sudden appearance, quickly approached the man. "Who are you?" he asked, but the man remained silent. Without a word, he unlocked the cell door and gestured for Johnson to exit. "Follow the back door, you'll see a car waiting," he instructed. Johnson expressed his gratitude with a simple. "Thank you" before swiftly departing in the direction indicated.Johnson spotted an SUV and quickly got in. As they sped away, the mysterious man removed his hoodie, revealing Brian, the same man who had visited him earlier and Johnson had asked him to release him. "Thank you, man," Johnson said, still trying to process the sudden turn of events. Brian spoke up, "We can't head to your house, the police will be searching for you there." Johnson nodded in agreement and suggested, "Let's go
Marcus lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing with uncertainty. The tycoon lord's pursuit of him filled him with doubt, making him question his decision to kill Adams. He felt consumed by regret, wondering if he had acted impulsively out of anger. So lost in thought, he didn't notice Sandra standing in the doorway, watching him with an intent gaze.Sandra had been suspicious of Marcus since his return, sensing a change in him she couldn't quite explain. It was as if everything shifted after that mysterious visitor arrived. With a growing unease, she knocked on his door, but he didn't respond. She entered the room, calling out his name again, but he remained silent, lost in thought. She tried once more, her voice firm."Marcus!" He jolted upright, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and alertness. "What is it?" he asked urgently. Sandra's concern was evident, "Are you alright?" She searched his face for answers. Marcus forced a brief smile, but his eyes betrayed his tu
"Use who?" she asked, her tone sharp and inquiring.Marcus's eyes flicked to Sandra, his expression unreadable. Katherine's eyes narrowed, her gaze darting between the two. "Well, uh..." Marcus started, but Katherine cut him off with a swift interruption.Turning to face Sandra with a bright smile, Katherine said, "My elder sister. She's a lawyer, and a good one. She's never lost a case, so we'll have to use her for your court case with Johnson."Sandra's expression was confused. "Elder sister?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism.Katherine's voice remained steady, her words flowing smoothly. "Yes, my elder sister. She's the best in the business."But Sandra's next words threw a wrench in the works. "Oh, but Johnson is missing," she said, her eyes fixed on Katherine.Katherine's eyes darted to Marcus, seeking support, and he understood. "Well, the call I made earlier was with the police officer. Hopefully, they'll get him before daybreak," Marcus said, his eyes fixed on t