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George considered the site, a glint of trust touching off inside him. This might be their chance, their weapon to battle back against the seemingly untouchable Armstrong.Abruptly, Sarah's phone buzzed. Her face was depleted of color as she looked at the screen. "It's Olivia," she whispered, a tremor in her voice.She replied to the call, her voice strained as she tuned in. As she hung up, a sea of unadulterated frightfulness reshaped her highlights."What happened?" George inquired, his heart sinking with a hunch of fear."Olivia's… her guardians have been seized," Sarah choked out, tears welling up in her eyes.The news hit George like a physical blow. Olivia, the lady endowed with their most delicate data, was presently herself a casualty in Armstrong's merciless amusement. He pummeled his clench hand on the table, outrage burning through him."This can't be a coincidence," he snarled. "Armstrong must be behind this. He's been attempting to silence us some time recently, able to unc
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Time extended into an agonizing forever. Question chewed at them with each passing miniature. Had they fallen for a trap? Was Olivia indeed coming?Fair when trust started to decrease, a dull figure developed from the shadows. Olivia, her face drawn and pale, stood reluctantly at the distribution center entrance. Help overflowed George, taken after by a surge of defense."Olivia," Sarah said, her voice cautious but inviting. "Thank goodness you're here."Olivia drew nearer gradually, her eyes shooting anxiously around. "I… I couldn't remain noiseless. My parents… they require me.""We get it," George said, motioning towards the distribution center inside. "Let's go inside and have a conversation."Olivia wavered for a minute, at that point taken after them, her developments watched and watchful. Inside the stockroom, beneath the unforgiving glare of halogen lights, they clarified their arrangement. Sarah points by point their purpose to uncover Armstrong through Kelvin's confession and
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As the plane lifted off, taking off over the city lights, Armstrong felt a surge of control. He had gotten away for presently, but the amusement was distant from over. He knew the battle was coming, and he arranged to confront it head-on. His adversaries could be closing in, but he wouldn't go down without a battle.In the interim, back at the Fantastic Grand, the inn security groups, at first suspicious of the expanded motorcade, stood down. The chief, diminished to have maintained a strategic distance from a major occurrence, requested the jeeps back into capacity.Be that as it may, in the midst of the returning vehicles, one remained lost. It was the subtle dark jeep, the one Armstrong had unobtrusively taken advantage of within the disarray. It contained a covered up compartment, a mystery known as it were to him, where he had reserved a little weapons store and a burner phone. This was his genuine elude case, prepared to be sent at a moment's notice.The expound charade at the ai
The Dangerous Wealthy Punk Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Seven
"Either William is going insane," Mill operator protested, "or Armstrong is one step ahead of us."He knew they had to "...up their amusement. This wasn't almost finding proof any longer; it was almost a cat-and-mouse chase with a clever and merciless foe. Back at the station, Mill operator accumulated his team, the disappointment apparent within the tense quiet that filled the room.""Okay, individuals," he woofed, his voice tight with contained outrage. "Empty handed. We require a modern procedure. This witness, William, is he solid?"A youthful analyst, Sarah's protégé named Jones, talked up. "He's been solid within the past, sir. Given a few strong leads on Armstrong's illicit exercises. But this covered up compartment thing…"Mill operator hammered his clench hand on the table, scrambling papers. "Precisely! Either it's a fantasy of his imagination, or it's so well-hidden we require enchantment traps to discover it. We got to confirm his story."A grizzled ingenious criminologist,
The Dangerous Wealthy Punk Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Eight
Fair as the question started to cloud her judgment, Kelvin came into his take and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "In the event that you need to assist me, in case you need to assist Sarah," he scratched, his voice crude with feeling, "discovered George Andrews. He encompasses a way out of this. This number…" he unfurled the paper, uncovering a written phone number, "it's his contact data."The specifics of George Andrews, a title Sarah had reluctantly uncovered, started a flash of trust inside Georgia. She had her reservations about trusting him, but on the off chance that he held the key to liberating Kelvin and securing Sarah, she was willing to require a chance."Okay, Kelvin," she said, her voice firm. "I'll find George. But on the off chance that this is another one of your games…"The threat hung overwhelming within the discussion, a noiseless caution. Kelvin winced, a glint of harm crossing his highlights some time recently it was rapidly veiled by insubordination once more
The Dangerous Wealthy Punk Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Nine
The harsh weight of the jail waited long after Georgia ventured out of the sterile room. The experience with Kelvin had cleared out her candidly depleted and befuddled. His frantic supplication, the allegations against Armstrong, and the specifying of George Andrews it was a tangled web of misdirection she was battling to disentangle.But her trip wasn't over. There was one more individual she required to see, somebody who might hold a lost piece of the astound Sophia, her best companion turned enemy.The women's jail, a stark difference to the male office, held a different kind of pressure within the discussion. Here, the quiet was punctuated not by clanging metal doors but by the smothered cries and quieted discussions that reverberated through the passages.Georgia found Sophia in a little, cramped cell, the dynamic lady she once knew a pale shadow of her previous self. Gone were the originator dress and the irresistible chuckling, supplanted by an exhaustion that carved itself int
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Georgia caught on to the fear that had driven Sophia to quiet. Uncovering the truth would have implied disassembling their whole arrangement, clearing out them helpless to assault from match organizations. But the hush had too made a tangled web of lies and duplicity, a web that was presently trapping them all."We can't keep living like this, Sophia," Georgia argued. "These privileged insights will eat us alive. We have to discover a way out of this mess."Sophia remained quiet, a glint of lost hope clouding her highlights. It was clear she was wrestling with her claim of evil spirits, with the fear of the past and the vulnerability of the long run.Fair at that point, the clang of the drawing closer signaled the conclusion of their visit. As the overwhelming metal entryway squeaked closed, Georgia felt a sense of despair settle upon her. This discussion had uncovered a bit of the astound, but it had raised more questions than answers.Taking off the jail, Georgia was burdened with an
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There was a long stop on the other conclusion, filled with an unnerving silence. At that point, George's voice, blunt and bound with doubt, filled the collector."What do you need this time, Georgia?"Georgia took a profound breath. "We got to have a conversation," she said, her voice firm. "It's almost Sophia."Another delay, taken after by a sharp admission of breath. The specifics of Sophia's title appeared to have struck a chord with George."Why are you bringing her up?" he inquired, his voice bound with a scarcely concealed feeling."Since she needs you to know the truth," Georgia said, choosing her words carefully. "Approximately what happened that night… together with your father."The hush on the other conclusion was stunning. Georgia might nearly feel the pressure crackle through the phone line."She told you what happened?" George at long last inquired, his voice scarcely a whisper.Georgia delayed for a minute, at that point propelled into Sophia's story. She described the
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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
