Marcus sprinted towards Sandra, kneeling by her side as he gently tapped her cheek. "Sandra, open your eyes," he pleaded, his voice a mixture of desperation and fear. Yet, there was no response from the unconscious woman. He repeated his plea, each word more urgent than the last, but her eyes remained shut. Marcus turned his gaze towards the general, his face a blank slate, a sense of dread creeping up his spine. "What's going on?" he asked, the words tumbling from his lips.The urgency of the situation weighed heavy on Marcus, as he swiftly scooped up Sandra, her limp form a reminder of their dire predicament. He dashed towards the car, his footfalls thundering against the pavement, the night air biting at his skin. The general remained behind, his impassive countenance a stark contrast to the turmoil in Marcus's mind. He knew the risks, knew that the culprit could return, but this was a chance he was willing to take.With each passing second, Marcus's anxiety mounted. The safety
Time seemed to stretch, each second unfolding with glacial slowness, until finally, the doctor emerged from the hospital room, his footsteps echoing in the sterile hallway. Marcus sprang to his feet, his posture stiff and alert, like a soldier awaiting orders."Are you her brother?" the doctor inquired, his eyes bright with the weight of his words. Marcus shook his head, his voice strained with emotion. "Her fiancé," he replied, his words carrying a world of love and pain. The doctor's lips curved into a faint smile. "Lucky," the doctor said, his voice carrying a hint of relief. "You brought her here just in time. If you had delayed by even a minute, she would have been in danger." Marcus's shoulders sagged with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. He had been holding his breath, a tight knot in his chest that only now began to loosen. But as his mind began to process the doctor's words, a new fear took root in his heart. "What kind of danger?" he asked, his voice a plea for unde
Meanwhile, Marcus's phone rang, the sound piercing the stillness of the hospital. He answered, his voice low and urgent. "You and Sandra need to leave the hospital now," the voice on the other end warned, the words a warning bell that rang loud and clear.Marcus's eyes narrowed, his heart racing like a runaway train as he processed Katherine's words. "God of vengeance?" She called him, when she got no response from him. "What's going on, Katherine?" He asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.Katherine's voice was urgent, her words a torrent of alarm. "There's no time to explain, but you and Sandra need to leave the hospital now. It's not safe. Just trust me, okay?"Marcus's grip on the phone tightened, his mind already racing ahead, anticipating the danger that lurked around the corner.Marcus didn't waste a moment. He snapped his phone shut and sprinted back to Sandra's room, his heart pounding in his chest like the frantic beat of a war drum. Sandra's eyes widened at the sight o
The intruder entered Sandra's room, his face contorted with anger and frustration. Finding no sign of the occupants, he ground his teeth, the silence in the empty room serving as a deafening reminder of their failure. The leader's harsh bark echoed in the hall: "Check everywhere. They can't have gone far." With renewed determination, the team fanned out, their adrenaline-fueled search turning every corner and peering into every nook and cranny. But no matter how frantically they searched, there was no trace of the vanished Sandra and Marcus. Where could they have gone?The weight of his predicament bore down on the leader with crushing force. He could not dare return to his master without Marcus; the consequences would be dire. "Sir!" one of his men reported, "We can't find Marcus anywhere." Silence fell over the room as the leader contemplated their predicament. Finally, his eyes hardened with determination, and he spoke with a clarity that belied the turmoil roiling within him.
As Marcus swept his hair back, a feral defiance gleamed in his eyes. With each step forward, he radiated a quiet power, his stance unyielding as he faced the seething rage of his adversary."Let them go," Marcus demanded, his voice a whipcrack of authority. "It's me you have an issue with, not these innocent people."The leader's eyes flashed, his rage reaching a boiling point. "How dare you think you can give me commands?" he snarled, his voice an animalistic rumble."Don't test me," Marcus warned, his words slicing through the air with a steel-cold determination. But the leader and his men laughed in derision, their mockery echoed through the room.Marcus' gaze remained steady, his posture unwavering as he stood there, arms folded across his chest like a shield against the mockery. The laughter died, and silence once again. Marcus' jaw tightened, the veins in his neck throbbing as he struggled to contain his mounting fury. "Are you done with your madness?" he demanded, his voice t
The leader emerged from the building and darted outside, his head darting from side to side as he scanned the area for any prying eyes. Satisfied that he had not been noticed, he slid into his car and started the engine, wincing as the jolt of pain shot through his shoulder. Blood was seeping from the wound, but he pushed past the discomfort, his focus locked on the road ahead. With one hand gripping the steering wheel, he accelerated away from the scene, his heart racing with a mix of fear and adrenaline.The leader was in desperate need of medical attention, but his lack of funds left him with few options. Weighing his choices, he decided to head towards his boss' house, unaware that he was being closely monitored.Outside, in the shadows, the General kept watch, tailing the leader's car with the precision of a seasoned professional. This was a calculated move by Marcus, determined to expose the mastermind behind the attack and unravel the conspiracy that had been set in motion.Th
Marcus' shock was palpable, his grip on the phone tightening as his mind reeled with the implications of this newfound information. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low, urgent whisper.The General, unmoved by Marcus' disbelief, remained steadfast. "Yes, lord," he confirmed, his tone grim and unwavering. "I'm standing at the front of his house right now," he added, his words a testament to the gravity of the situation.Marcus, his jaw clenched in anger, gave his orders with a singular focus. “Leave now!” He said through gritted teeth.“Yes lord,” The general replied.Marcus hung up the phone, his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed his teeth might shatter. "Johnson, you just messed with the wrong person, ask Don," he muttered under his breath, the veins on his neck standing out as his anger coursed through him like a wildfire. With a deep breath, he turned to face the receptionist and the doctors, who were waiting nearby.As if a mask had been donned, Marcus's face transformed, hi
Kathrine, her tired eyes now burning with determination, focused on the computer with renewed intensity. She knew that her boss, Marcus, would not settle for anything less than perfection, and she was not about to disappoint. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, the click-clack of the keys punctuating the silence as she searched for any information that could shed light on the elusive Johnson. The cursor blinked on the screen, a silent reminder of the importance of her task.Amayah, shrouded in the steam of the bathroom, remained still, her ears pricked for any sign of movement. She had heard the unmistakable voice of Marcus, but then she believed bunke he was meant to be dead due to several gunshots she heard.Amayah crept out from her sanctuary, her steps barely audible as she made her way through the hall, her breath held in anticipation. As she reached the living area, she exhaled a long, slow sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly at the realization that Marcus was nowhere to