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The Dangerous Wealthy Punk Chapter One Hundred And Fifteen
George has a better plan for himself and also for the people of his country. He hasn't informed anyone yet that he has an aspiration to be a great political leader in the country. He kept everything to himself, until the right time for him to strike.He has seen his new friendship with the current ruling politician of the country; President Harrison, as an opportunity for him to leave a political shadow behind until he was ready to fully participate in politics.Meanwhile, in the midst of all this, George's enemies were not willing to stop their campaign against him. Infact as all events progress, his enemies are growing stronger and stronger by the day. They have been devising all means in order to defeat him.But who knows what would happen next? Will George give in to their fight, or will the table be turned around by George?At this point, even though George seems to be winning, some of his enemies don't see it that way. They only see him as someone who has the upper hand over the
The Dangerous Wealthy Punk Chapter One Hundred And Sixteen
The discuss in Mr. Joseph's rich lodging suite hung overwhelming, thick with the fragrance of costly cigars and hidden ill will. Over from him, a man named Armstrong, his confront clouded by the shadows cast by a low-hanging light, tuned in eagerness. Mr. Joseph, his once strong outline presently stooped with age and stifled wrath, talked in a moo snarl."Armstrong," he scratched, his voice roughened by a long time of yelling orders, "that vomited George Andrews. He considers he can fair waltz back in and take everything from us!"Armstrong, a man whose nearness commanded consideration in spite of the haziness, inclined back in his rich chair. A indicate of a grin played on his lips, scarcely obvious. "And has he, Mr. Joseph?""Not however," Mr. Joseph conceded, his clench hands clenching around the arms of his chair. "But the daringness! After everything he's done to the Andrews family, to think he can return with his head held high…""Open conclusion may be a flighty thing, Mr. Josep
The Dangerous Wealthy Punk Chapter One Hundred And Seventeen
A long hush extended between them. At long last, Mr. Joseph talked, his voice dry. "Take off. Presently. And do not tell anybody you were here."The youthful man gestured, alleviation washing over his confront. He stood up, tucked the envelope back into his sack, and rushed towards the entryway. Mr. Joseph observed him go, a wave of clashing feelings whirling inside him.As the entryway closed delicately behind him, Mr. Joseph sank back into his chair. The long, run once clear in his vindictive interest of George Andrews, was presently covered in a thick mist. He held the key to unraveling a tremendous scheme, a unsafe bet with possibly annihilating results. The taste of the brandy in his mouth turned sharp. He had ended up a player in a diversion he didn't get it, and the prize at stake was distant more prominent than he might have ever envisioned.Rest avoided him that night. He hurled and turned, the implicating envelope a steady nearness on his bedside table. The weight of it felt
The Dangerous Wealthy Punk Chapter One Hundred And Eighteen
The night that started with disillusionment had taken a sharp turn towards interest. The security faculty knew they couldn't take off things to chance. They required to induce closer, to get it the energetic between George and Armstrong, and to reveal the truth behind their apparently incomprehensible association.As the night wore on, they concocted a unsafe arrange. One of them would remain behind, keeping observe on the lodging entrance and trusting to capture a see of George taking off. The other, beneath the cover of obscurity, would endeavor to take after George and Armstrong, cautiously following them to see where they went and what privileged insights they might uncover.The dangers were tall.Profound underneath the bustling heart of Armstrong's rich inn, a world concealed unfurled. In a sterile, austere room enlightened by unforgiving overhead lights, Armstrong clustered with his inward circle, a gather of men and ladies whose faces held the mask-like composure of proficient s
The Dangerous Wealthy Punk Chapter One Hundred And Nineteen
Benefactors crouched in booths, their faces clouded by shadows and cigarette smoke. A moo mumble of discussion murmured through the room, punctuated by the intermittent clinking of glasses.George checked the room, his eyes looking for his contact. He spotted a man slouched over a corner booth, a fedora pulled moo over his forehead. As George drawn closer, the man looked up, uncovering a weathered confront confused with wrinkles that talked of a life went through chasing stories within the underbelly of the city."Mr. Davies?" George inquired, his voice scarcely a whisper.The man gestured, his eyes sharp and evaluating. "That's me. You must be George Andrews."George took a situate over from him, his stomach churning with a blend of dread and trust. "I require your offer assistance," he blurted out.Davies raised an eyebrow. "That's what this put is for," he said, his voice raspy. "But offer assistance doesn't come cheap. What kind of information are you trying to?" findGeorge falter
The Dangerous Wealthy Punk Chapter One Hundred And Twenty
He was a needed man, his confront carved into the collective memory as a outlaw and an assistant.His as it were trust lay with Sarah. He had a burner phone, a antique from a bygone period some time recently the computerized chain. A single, enigmatic message had been sent the day after Sophia's capture, sketching out his circumstance and a frantic supplication for offer assistance.The quiet since at that point was stunning. Did Sarah get it? Was she able to disentangle his supplication through the coded dialect? The obscure chewed at him, but indeed a bit of trust was superior than the choking lose hope he felt caught inside.Abruptly, a scarcely capable of being heard tap resounded through the room. Michael solidified, his heart pounding in his chest. Was it the entryway? Had they come for him? He strained to tune in, his faculties on tall alarm.At that point, a delicate, metallic scratching clamor. It came from behind a portray hanging on the divider, a watchfully masked discuss v
The Dangerous Wealthy Punk Chapter One Hundred And Twenty One
He gulped, the taste of bile rising in his throat."Yes, sir," he scratched, his voice scarcely capable of being heard.A horrid grin played on Mr. Jones' lips. "Fabulous." He stood up, smoothing out his suit. "Consider this "...a test, Kelvin. Pass it, and maybe Mr. Armstrong will see fit to amplify his… liberality. Fall flat on it, and the results will be desperate."With that chilling caution, Mr. Jones cleared out the cross examination room, leaving Kelvin alone with the resound of his words and the pulverizing weight of his circumstance. The brief flash of trust that Mr. Jones' entry had touched off had been quenched, supplanted by a significant sense of lost hope.The days that took after were an obscure of disarray and trepidation. Kelvin was exchanged from the sterile cross examination room to a swarmed, boisterous holding cell. The discussion was thick with the stench of unwashed bodies and stale sweat. The other prisoners, a solidified bunch with savage gazes, observed him wi
The Dangerous Wealthy Punk Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Two
He had taken them for granted, blinded by the charm of riches and control.A string of lament shot through him. Had he been such a trick? What had he picked up from his affiliation with Armstrong? A mountain of wealth he couldn't get to, a life in shambles, and a future covered in vulnerability.All of a sudden, a boisterous clang resounded through the hallway, taken after by the sound of drawing closer strides. Kelvin's heart jumped in his chest. May it be…? But his trusts were dashed as a gruff-looking protect generally pushed a plate of unpalatable mush through the cell entryway.The picture of his children, their faces carved with concern, flashed over Kelvin's intellect. Disgrace washed over him. He needed to discover a way out of this, not fair for himself, but for them. He couldn't let them down, not after everything he had as of now yielded.He reviewed Mr. Jones' hidden dangers. "Pass the test, and maybe Mr. Armstrong will see fit to amplify his liberality." The words reverber
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Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Four
The president Harryson,after hearing from Miss.Olive,was not convince whether she would properly handle the case just as she promised. According to the president,if a person like George was been capable of being hurt successfully, then,there is no safe person in the country. Thus, while Miss. Olive handle the situation on ground,the president also informed the country's security to look into the matter. The situation was really a pathetic one in the country,that brought the hearts of many wailing and mourning. They wished that it was another person that should be abducted,and not George. George's grandparents Mr.and Mrs.Hopkins,were greatly saddened about the news. Apart from them having feelings for him like they should,they were also, been worried about the state of the 'Hopkins Group of company because once George is defeated,the company's pride and strength,will also be defeated. The next day at exactly 6:30am,police and many other security personnel a,filled Henry's environmen
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Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Three
Finally,the mysteries of all events in and out of Georges life,was gradually coming to an end. He has been justified by the law court and before everyone,that he is not guilty of all offence that was leveled against him.Both him and the general public,felt pity for Armstrong,Kelvin, Michael and Sophia based on the 40 years judgement that was passed against them,by the court. But the truth remains that there is nothing anyone else, could do about it because the truth has been exposed and justice has been executed..George after spending several days in his mansion,as he was deeply feeling for them,decided to move out with only two of his escorts,to purchase new vehicles. His wedding with his lover'Miss. Olive’, was just there days away from now,and he wanted to appear great on that day.He wanted every of his materials on that day,to be newly purchased. He has suffered a lot. Suffered in the hands of family members, external personels,and in the hands of love and so,he promised himsel
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Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Two
The shocking revelation reverberated through the wood-paneled walls of the courtroom, evoking a collective gasp. Already charged with financial crimes, Kelvin Armstrong's friend, and Sophia now faced even more serious charges: planning the deaths of George's parents. A mixture of astonishment, incredulity, and sick interest cracked the air.With a stern resolve on his face, George sat in the front row, silently finding strength in Olivia's hand. The realization tore up old scars; it was a reality he'd always suspected but never verified. In spite of the years of lying, justice was finally at hand, and a glimmer of grim delight appeared in his eyes among the wave of misery.The prosecution painstakingly put together the horrific reality, buoyed by a pile of recently discovered evidence. They revealed a story as contorted as the coil of a serpent. It was discovered that Sophia and George's father, Jethro, had been having a covert affair. Driven by a desire for vengeance and a cunning
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Chapter One Hundred And Eighty One
The news that Kelvin Armstrong, friend, and Sophia had been detained by Russian officials sent a shockwave over the world's news networks. Those who were acquainted with the Armstrong name and their complex web of deception shuddered at this unexpected turn of events.The world was aware of Russia's tense ties with the West. The country strongly defended its own, and there was widespread mistrust of any alleged outside meddling. When it came to those who were thought to pose a danger to national security or had a hint of Western influence, they weren't beyond breaking the law. Because of this, Russia came to be seen as an unbreakable fortress that was beyond the reach of the long arm of international law. Russia's borders provided commanders and others in legal difficulties in the West with a safe haven and a shelter from responsibility.But this time, circumstances were different. There was a lot of guesses in the news reporting. The vast Russian countryside seemed to be being swep
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Chapter One Hundred And Eighty
Excitement was in the air as George took in the lavish ballroom. The long tables were covered in soft white tablecloths and beautifully placed flower arrangements, all bathed in a warm glow from the sun streaming through the large windows. It was just a few days away from his wedding to Olivia, the lady who made his life brighter again.For the first time in ages, George had a true feeling of calmness descend over him. All of the hardships of the previous several months, including the conflict with Armstrong and Mr. Joseph's slander campaign, appeared to take a backseat. Olivia had been his defence through the storm, her unfailing support and contagious optimism.Now he watched her, her dazzling smile lighting up the room as she spoke to the wedding coordinator about the finishing details. She looked stunning and happy, wearing a flowing white dress that provided a sneak peek at her wedding gown. Wordless affection filled George's heart to overflowing. He was eager for them to beg
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Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Nine
Tension boiled in the air when Georgia's father, Mr. Joseph, padded into the courtroom. He seemed pale and wan, a long cry from the gregarious businessman he had previously been. His relationship with Armstrong, particularly in the defamation campaign against George, had forced him to confront the repercussions of his deeds.Under Ms. Davis, George's attorney,'s stern glare, Mr. Joseph moves uneasily and restlessly while seated at the defense table. Ms. Davis, a strong lady renowned for her piercing wit and unshakable commitment to her clients, did not take long to present her case."Mr. Joseph," she said in a loud and crisp voice, "you stand accused of collaborating with the notorious Daniel Armstrong to make up a defamatory documentary about my client, Mr. George Hopkins."The overweight attorney representing Mr. Joseph, whose face was always strained, cleared his throat. "Your Honour," he shot back. "Mr. Joseph was only acting based on facts he thought to be accurate. He was unawa
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Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Eight
Still, a little bit of doubt gnawed at the margins of George's newly determined determination. Even when the obligations were paid off, a feeling of justice was still unsatisfied. There was a simmering sense that his uncles, now free men again, still had the capacity to cause problems. Yes, they were reprimanded, but leopards don't completely alter their spots. George still had a secret weapon in his sleeve—an ace that would eventually bring them to ruin. They may pretend to be sorry or show signs of humility, but he would see right through them. He was aware that their desire for riches and power persisted, like a ticking time bomb ready to go off.Meanwhile, another type of tension simmered in the air behind the antiseptic walls of the military jail. Seated opposite his imprisoned son Armstrong was a haggard man with a haunting expression in his eyes: Mr. Daniel Armstrong's father. The older Armstrong's eyes filled with tears, and the harsh fluorescent light glinted off them. Shame
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Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Seven
The military prison facility's impersonal white walls made Armstrong feel insignificant. The luxurious furnishings and soft carpeting from his former confinement cell have vanished. Here, concrete was king and the sole decoration was a single fluorescent bulb that flickered and gave him a sickly, ugly glow.His thoughts were filled with the picture of Mrs. Janeth's stern glare, a terrifying reminder of his demise. In his isolation, bitterness was a continual companion, eating away at him. That George, his own cousin, had turned him in was beyond shocking to him. It brought back memories of a carefree, youthful period of life. George, beaming and teasing, the familial tie appearing indestructible. But that George was long dead, long since replaced by a man whose sense of justice and duty had hardened him. When Armstrong was originally discovered engaging in questionable activities directed against the Hopkins Group, which was led by George's father at the time, pardon had been grante
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Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Six
The sound of gunshots reverberated around the deserted warehouse. Mrs. Janeth huddled behind a stack of boxes, her heart a frenzied drum solo on her ribs. Angry lights shooting from across the room revealed dust motes dancing in the air. George's security system, a well-oiled apparatus refined for just these kinds of circumstances, was engaged in a vicious dance with Armstrong's men.The sharp sting of cordite and the metallic flavour of gunpowder filled the air. Mrs Janeth heard bullets squeak past her head and sink into the corrugated metal walls with a horrible thud. The guttural roar of automatic guns and the anguished screams of the injured broke the staccato pattern of firing.Colonel Petrov and his tactical battalion proceeded with well-honed precision across the large, open area. Their motions were lethal and precise, like those of ghosts in the shadows. Their guns fired in short, deliberate bursts that quickly and precisely neutralised Armstrong's soldiers. The sound of metal
