Seeing that August was no longer a threat as he was tied to a chair, a smug smile painted on Boris face."I thought you were the almighty Iron fist; you knocked me out with just a punch and look at what you did to James' face. I was beginning to think you would knock all these men down with your Iron fist. But Maybe I overrated you, you are not as strong as I thought"August seethed with rage. If he could untie just one of his hand, then he would've shown Boris just how much he deserved to be called Iron fist like he was mocking him. "I swear this time I'll make sure I knock you off for good" August growled.Boris then frowned and slapped his face hard. "You are lucky we need you alive for our plan or I would've killed you already!" Boris spat angrily yanking August's chin before slapping it again."Stop hitting him," Tina protested defensively. "Your problem is with me, right? You already have me, what do you want from him?" She asked frustratingly.James then approached Tina and ru
August was exasperated, despite being at the mercy of Boris and James, he didn't seem to be afraid of them. "I wouldn't threaten me if I were you!"Boris's face flushed red with rage, he frowned and slapped August two more times. "Don't test me, you filthy waiter. You are at my mercy yet you dare to speak such nonsense. With just a snap of my fingers; these men will hit you to death," Boris warned, his voice trembling with rage."Try, if you have the balls," August sneered slyly. He knew Boris and James needed him alive too well to take all the blame for what they planned to do to Tina. No matter how far he pushed Boris, all he got was a slap or two across the face."That's enough, Boris," James interjected, gripping Boris’s arm as he prepared to strike August again. "I see what he’s trying to do, but what’s the point of hitting him? He’s already in a worse position. The charge for rape and murder is death by hanging—unless the judge is feeling generous, in which case it might be life
"What do you mean?" Boris frowned, his brows knitting together as he looked both offended and confused.August smiled nonchalantly and shook his head mockingly. "Despite how bad you’ve treated me, I’d be generous and tell you to escape through the backdoor before the next two minutes," he said, his smile fading."Or else what?" Boris growled, his eyes narrowing with rage."You have one minute left," August replied ignorantly, his chuckle sly.James, flushed red with fury, stormed up to August and slapped him hard across the face. "You piece of shit! Will it kill you to stop bluffing?" he spat, seething. Gesturing to one of his men, he added, "Go get the sedatives and psyche-twisters. Since he can't keep quiet, we’ll make sure he does."Boris scoffed. "Such a shame, August, you’ll not be awake to hear our pleasure moans. By the time you wake up, we'll be long gone, and you'll be surrounded by the police. Maybe you should've kept your mouth shut." With a mocking laugh, he gripped the ri
Boris's heart pounded in terror as he caught the burning rage in Mr. Kane’s eyes. "Him... the Gibson heir? Impossible!" he stammered, clutching his chin in disbelief.Mr. Kane, seething with fury, unleashed a brutal kick to Boris’s stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. Boris doubled over, groaning in agony. "You ignorant fool!" Kane spat, delivering another vicious kick. "You're only breathing because of the young master. How dare you disrespect him like that?"Grabbing Boris by the collar, Mr. Kane yanked him up to his feet with a rough pull. As soon as Boris stood, Kane slapped him twice across the face with resounding force."Just a few days ago, your coward of a father was on the phone with me, begging for your life, too scared to face Don Maxino himself. I refused, but the young master? He went. He's the reason you were spared that day. Frankly, he should have let you die!" Mr. Kane sneered before going ahead to slap his face a few more.While Mr. Kane continued to punish Bor
****In the living room of the Turner mansion, Mr. Turner lounged comfortably on the couch, his face hidden behind a newspaper as the television played softly in the background."These damn headlines again!" he spat, tossing the paper aside in frustration. "Six days, same nonsense. I'm done with it."He stood up, gesturing towards the television he frowned, "Even the news on TV is boring these days. I’d rather go fry in the sun than watch another second of this mind-numbing news," he muttered under his breath as he prepared to leave the room.Just as he turned to walk away, something on the television made him halt in his tracks."It's no secret to anyone in this country that the Gibson family's heir, Mr. Gibson, tragically passed away a few months ago..." Mr. Kane's voice came through the speakers."Mr. Kane? What's he doing on the news now?" Mr. Turner's brows knitted in confusion as he turned back to face the television. "At last, finally the Gibson heir has decided to unveil himse
"Of course we remember," one of the men snapped, his frustration evident. "He was disowned and banished after his father discovered he was behind the attack and framed his own brother for it. But what does that have to do with saving ourselves?""Gosh, how can you be so shortsighted?" Mr. Turner groaned, slamming his hand against his forehead. "If Mr. Wade were still here, he'd understand exactly what I mean. The rest of you are no better than children!”Mr. Turner sighed, lowering his voice to a near whisper. “We all know how obsessed Alexander has always been with becoming the heir. What if we join forces with him, convince him to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his? He’s selfish and ruthless—he’ll agree. Not only would we save ourselves, but we’d also form a powerful alliance with the new Gibson heir once he takes control.”The other three men exchanged uneasy glances, they were clearly not buying with Mr. Turner’s idea."How is that even possible?" Mr. Kingsley snapped. "No
"Nice question. That’s what you should’ve asked earlier, instead of throwing insults at us," Mr. Turner sneered. He leaned back, then added calmly, "Aren’t you going to offer us a seat first? Maybe some wine? Then we can start talking." “Why should I? You are not welcome guests in my house,” Alexander snapped.“Believe me we are, you will consider us the most valuable guests in eight years after you’ve heard what we have to say”.Still frowning, Alexander hesitantly gestured towards a couch without saying a word and the men made themselves comfortable."And what about the wine? Haven’t you had your servants bring it yet?" the obese Mr. Montclair asked, his tone laced with curiosity."No one’s giving you anything—not even water," Alexander snapped, his voice edged with irritation. "Now, tell me why you’re here and leave!""Relax, Alexander," Mr. Turner interjected, trying to lighten the mood. "Don’t mind Montclair, the man’s always hungry. His wife even complains that he wakes up in t
The atmosphere was calm and steady when a convoy of ten cars arrived and parked in the parking lot of a certain restaurant in the city.A total of thirty to forty security men dressed in sleek black suits with black glasses on emerged from the vehicles. They scanned the surroundings with sharp precision before one of them opened a car door, revealing August.Since he wasn’t hiding his identity anymore, Mr. Kane insisted he took so much security with him.The onlookers were stunned by the grandeur of the convoy, so they began to gather around, curious to see which powerful figure would emerge from the cars."Look! It's the Gibson heir!" one exclaimed, pointing towards August with wide eyes as recognition spread through the crowd. “Oh my, he’s even more handsome in person. I can’t stop blushing,” one of the women in the crowd gushed.“I need to get a picture with him. The most powerful man in the city! That’ll blow up my social media for sure,” another chimed in as he eagerly retrieved