"What's the latest?" Katherine asked the moment she saw Sandra, but before she could respond, Marcus gestured for her to be quiet. "Shh," he said, and they nodded in unison.Marcus began to tiptoe, and as he approached the spy, he opened the door and found the man on the ground, unaware of Marcus's presence. The spy stared up at him, caught off guard."Who are you?" Marcus asked, his tone laced with suspicion.The spy hesitated, "Uh, I'm... looking for my grandpa."Marcus raised an eyebrow, "Grandpa?" he repeated, his skepticism evident.The spy nodded, but Marcus was not convinced. Katherine and Sandra exchanged worried glances, sensing that something was amiss."Fine, come in," Marcus said, his voice firm but measured.The spy's eyes widened, and he hesitated, "Sir, I... "Marcus chuckled, "I thought you said your grandpa lived here, so come in," he repeated, his tone laced with skepticism.The spy shook his head, "No, no, I think I'm in the wrong place," he said, turning to leave,
"You can't threaten someone who's already died before," Marcus retorted, his voice firm and defiant.The Tycoon Lord let out a bitter laugh, a cold, mirthless sound. "You don't know who you are messing with," he muttered, his voice dripping with venom. With that, he ended the call, leaving Marcus seething.Marcus let out a hiss of frustration, he walked to his room, slamming the door behind him and began pacing around the room, his mind racing with thoughts and doubts. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," he said, his voice curt.Katherine nodded and entered, her eyes locked on Marcus. "Should I activate the necklace?" she asked, her voice low and urgent.Marcus rubbed the back of his neck, his expression conflicted. "I don't know. I'm confused. What if these people no longer have the same loyalty to T-Force?" he said, his voice laced with uncertainty.The room fell silent, the weight of Marcus's doubts hanging heavy in the air. Katherine's eyes narrowed, her mind work
“This is the logo of the man who set the house ablaze that day," Marcus said, his finger tracing the symbol on the screen. One of the actors, Devon, raised his hand, and Marcus nodded for him to speak.Devon stood up, clearing his throat. "There's a grand party happening soon, where every influential person in the city will be in attendance. Don't you think we should all be there? I have a feeling this man might be there." His gaze locked onto Marcus, who smiled, his eyes gleaming with intrigue."This is brilliant," Marcus said. "We all need to be there, and be alert. It's the perfect opportunity to gather intel and make our move."Sandra spoke up, her voice curious. "How do we get an invitation?"Marcus's eyes turned back to Devon, who nodded confidently. "Leave that to me. I'll take care of it."The room fell silent, the only sound the quiet hum of the computer, as the members of T-Force nodded in agreement, their minds already racing with strategies and plans for the party."It's
Owen's frustration grew as he tried to reach out to people for a loan, but they all came up with one excuse or another. He glanced at the clock, his anxiety spiking as he realized he had only two hours left. Suddenly, a thought struck him - he had sent Amayah a lot of money over time, so she must have some savings.With a calculated calm, Owen got up and headed to Amayah's room. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. He knocked again, his patience wearing thin. When there was still no answer, he pushed the door open to find Amayah crying.Owen's eyes narrowed, his distaste for the situation evident. He hated having to pretend to care for Amayah now, when all he really needed was her money. But he knew he had to play the part, or risk losing everything.Owen sat beside Amayah, who turned away from him, and he gently touched her shoulder. "Amayah, I'm sorry," he said, feigning sympathy. But Amayah remained silent, her tears falling onto the bed.He tapped her shoulder agai
Amayah wasn't being stingy; she simply didn't have a dime to her name. "I'm a fool," she whispered, hitting her forehead in frustration. She felt like a fool for living lavishly, thinking that Owen would always take care of her. And now, she felt like a liability, having no financial backbone to support herself.She had quit her job because Owen was providing for her, and she thought the low pay wasn't worth the effort. But now, she realized her mistake. She had no financial security, no independence, and no way to support herself. The harsh reality hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her feeling helpless and ashamed.Owen answered the call, his voice shaking. "Hello?"The voice on the other end was firm and detached. "Calling to inform you that you have less than four hours, Mr. Owen."Owen's voice was laced with desperation. "I know, give me time."The voice was unyielding. "Okay, sir, but we will still prepare the paperwork."Owen's response was curt, his fear and anxiety evide
There's no way Marcus would be in here, Amayah thought to herself. What if he's here? Does that mean he's rich? She knocked again to confirm her doubt."Come in," Marcus responded, and she held her breath as she pushed the door and entered. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw him cleaning."I thought as much," she said to herself. "He can only be a cleaner, not the owner.""Did you say anything?" the fake CEO asked, and I shook my head no.She mumbled under her breath as she sat down, and Marcus chuckled, when he heard her voice. He quickly asked the general to sit on his chair and picked up the mop and began to clean, so she would have no idea who the hell he is.As she sat down, Marcus continued to clean, his eyes fixed on her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He was enjoying this, enjoying the fact that she had no idea who he really was.And Amayah, oblivious to the truth, began to speak, her voice confident and clear. "I’m Mr. Owen's fiancé,” she said, and the General
They all gathered at their secret place, a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of town. Marcus stood in the middle, his eyes darting around them, his presence commanding attention."No one should make a mistake," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Don't forget to be alert. We will all need each other.""Yes, Lord of Vengeance," they all chorused, their voices echoing through the warehouse.Marcus nodded, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Fine," he said. "Let's get ready."They all picked their weapons, a variety of swords, knives, and axes. Marcus pulled out a long sword, its blade glinting in the light."What about Sandra?" Katherine asked, her voice hesitant."Her parents were also invited, so she will have to go with them," Marcus responded, his eyes narrowing.They all nodded, their faces set with determination.Marcus placed his mask over his face. He moved his hair backwards, his eyes glinting with a fierce intensity."It's time," he said, his voice low and menacing.Th
"Did you say anything?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.And she shook her head, "No, I didn't," she whispered, with that she stood up, smiling. She needed to play it cool, to gather more information."I think I want to dance now," she said, smiling."I'm glad I'm able to change your mind," he said, holding out his hand, but she gently removed it."I'm coming, let me use the bathroom first," she said, and he nodded, "Fine, I will be waiting."She raced to the bathroom and then she put on the tap to muffle her voice. "Lord, I think I found him," she said in haste."Who?" Marcus asked, his voice firm."The one with the bracelet," she said, her voice low."Where are you?" he asked, his voice urgent."I will be dancing with him soon," she said, her heart racing."Good, we will surround you," Marcud said, and she nodded.The moment she opened the door, she saw the man. "Wh...what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice shaking."I just want to be sure you were not going to run fro