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The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Working From Prison
The following day, the clanking sound of keys echoed through the corridor as a guard approached Andrew's cell. He unlocked the door and motioned for him to follow. “You have a visitor,” the guard said gruffly. Andrew stood up, his expression calm but curious. As he was escorted to the visitation room, he couldn’t help but wonder who it might be. As soon as he entered, he saw Hannah as she stood behind the thick glass, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She held the phone to her ear, her hands trembling slightly as she waited for him to pick up his end. Andrew sat down, lifting the receiver. His gaze softened as he saw the pain etched on her face. “Hannah…” he began, his voice low but steady. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to form words. “Andrew, I’m so sorry… I can’t believe this is happening to you. I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to get you out of here.” Andrew’s jaw tightened, and he leaned closer to the glass. “Hannah, listen to me. I
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Recruiting Members
Andrew sat on the basketball court’s sidelines, in his orange prison uniform, a newspaper in hand.The distant sound of sneakers squeaking against the concrete and the bounce of the ball felt as the other inmates played a heated game.A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he skimmed the headlines. His companies were recovering, stabilizing after his recent maneuvering from behind bars. Even in prison, his influence remained unshaken, he was a silent king in the prison, and nothing happened without his approval indirectly.A bulky young man approached, stopping just beside Andrew before leaning down to whisper in his ear.“Boss, I got the info on everyone like you asked.”Andrew lowered the newspaper slightly, his sharp gaze shifting to the side. "Good... uh..." He hesitated for a moment, trying to recall the young man’s name.“Fredrick, sir,” the man answered quickly.Andrew gave a curt nod, flipping the newspaper closed. “Right. Go on.”Fredrick swiftly pulled out a foldergh,
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Attack On My Life
Andrew, Fredrick, and Taylor sat at a small station in the prison’s cyber café, a room filled with aging computers bolted to metal desks. Unlike the rest of the prison, where strict rules governed every move, the cyber café was a privilege for well-behaved inmates. It provided controlled access to basic services—emails, legal documents, and monitored job applications.But beneath the surface, everyone knew it could be exploited.Taylor adjusted his glasses, looking at the old computer monitor in front of him. “These computers are locked down. You can’t just browse the internet freely—they only allow access to approved sites, and every action is logged.”Fredrick frowned. “So they’re watching everything?”Taylor nodded. “Not exactly. A program monitors keystrokes, mouse movements, and open applications. If anything looks suspicious, it triggers an alarm.”Andrew smirked. “And let me guess—you know how to work around that?”Taylor chuckled. “Would you be asking me if I didn’t?"Taylor
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Time Bomb
Andrew gritted his teeth as the officers dragged him out of his cell and down the dimly lit corridor.The guards didn’t listen to his protests. They didn’t care.His wrists were cuffed tightly behind his back, and his body still ached from the fight with the masked intruder. But it didn’t matter—they had already made up their minds.A sharp blow landed on his ribs, forcing him to stumble forward.“I didn’t try to escape!” Andrew snapped, breathing heavily.The lead guard scoffed. “Yeah? Then explain why your cell was open in the middle of the night.”Andrew’s jaw clenched. He didn’t have an answer—not one they would believe, anyway.The guards dragged him into a small, windowless room—one of the prison’s disciplinary holding cells.One of them pushed him against the wall. A fist slammed into his stomach.Andrew coughed, his body felt the immense pain.“Tell us the truth,” another guard demanded. “Who helped you try to escape?”Andrew lifted his head, his sharp gaze locking onto the ma
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Impersonation: Hannah Kidnapped
Leon studied Andrew for a moment before letting out a small chuckle. “So, the infamous Andrew Everest, huh? I’ve heard of you.”Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”Leon nodded. “I have heard of you in the news, a college kid who built an empire from scratch. A billion-dollar conglomerate and you aren't up to thirty yet” He shook his head slightly. “People like you aren’t supposed to end up in places like this.”Andrew smirked. “Neither are people like you.”Leon shrugged. “Fair point.” His expression darkened. “I’ll help you, Andrew. But on one condition.”Andrew leaned forward slightly. “Name it.”Leon took a deep breath. “My grandmother. She’s the only family I have left. I took care of her for years, but since I got locked up, it’s been… difficult for her to survive.”Andrew listened carefully, his expression unreadable.Leon continued. “She’s old, and the money I saved up for her is long gone. If you want my help, you’re going to make sure she’s taken care of.”There was no hesitation
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Prison Break
The next morning, Andrew lay on his cot, staring at the ceiling. His mind was already made up. There was no other option, he was going to get out by all means.As he sat up, he looked around his cell one last time. It wouldn’t be home for much longer.The moment the guards opened the cell doors for morning roll call, Andrew walked over to Fredrick, Taylor, and Leon.“I’m escaping tonight.” They all turned to him, stunned.Taylor blinked. “You’re serious?”“My girlfriend has been kidnapped. If I stay here, she dies. I don’t have time to wait.” Andrew nodded. Fredrick folded his arms. “You do realize escaping a maximum-security prison is nearly impossible, right?”“Nearly impossible isn’t the same as impossible.” Andrew gave a small smirk.Leon leaned against the wall, studying him. “And you have a plan?”Andrew nodded. Taylor let out a slow whistle. “Let me guess—you need us to help.”“No. This
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Finding Her 1
Hannah found herself in a warehouse, with dim yellow lights flickering from the ceiling. The air smelled of rust, gasoline, and cigarette smoke. Metal crates and wooden boxes were stacked carelessly around the space, some covered in dust, others with markings from overseas shipments.Several men in dark clothing stood near the entrance, their faces shadowed under their hoods. They were armed, their postures tense. A few rats scurried along the walls, their tiny claws scratching against the concrete.At the center of the warehouse, a man in his mid-twenties sat on a worn-out chair, smoking a cigarette. He had slicked-back black hair, sharp eyes, and a relaxed but dangerous posture. The burning tip of his cigarette glowed in the dim light, the smoke curling around his fingers.He exhaled slowly, his gaze settling on Hannah who was in front of him.One of the men near her grabbed the black sack covering her head and yanked it off. Hannah gasped for air, He exhaled slowly, his gaze settl
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Wanted
The Lamborghini Aventador moved through the empty street, Andrew gripped the steering wheel, his jaw tight as he focused on the road ahead.Then as his car zoomed off a nearby police the excessive speed limit could be seen on the officer's speed gauge *Ssssssh!* The walkie talkie sounded."Attention all units! A suspect has been spotted exceeding speed limits on Grand Avenue—driving a black Lamborghini Aventador, license plate 45GW-244.""The suspect has white hair," the officer reported urgently.Upon hearing this detail, the head of the police department immediately reacted. "I need a visual on the suspect," he commanded, focusing intently on the monitor displaying the state’s CCTV camera feeds. The footage began to shift rapidly, to monitor the vehicle in question.The technician operating the computer zoomed in, revealing the suspect's face clearly. "It's him!" he announced over the walkie-talkie. "All units! I repeat—Andrew Everest is on the run. Engage pursuit immediately!"An
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The air inside Liu Wenjie’s private office had a lot of cigar smoke. Andrew stood in front of the massive mahogany desk, his expression unreadable.Liu exhaled slowly, setting his whiskey down. "You were supposed to make it clean." His voice was measured, but Andrew knew the weight behind those words.Andrew’s fists clenched. “Someone else hit the club. If I retaliated, I would have drawn more attention."Liu leaned back, steepling his fingers. "And now, we have a war."A rival syndicate had lost their biggest supplier. Song Jinhai's death had turned the streets of Shanghai into a battleground.Liu’s gaze hardened. “Zhao Feng won’t let this slide. He thinks I ordered the hit." He exhaled sharply. “You fix this, or you’re dead.”Andrew’s jaw tightened. “What’s the play?”Liu smirked. "Simple. You kill Zhao Feng before he kills us.”Liu tossed a newspaper onto the desk. The bold headline glared up at Andrew:“Gang War Erupts in Shanghai – Unidentified Assassin Sparks Bloodshed.”The Bla
Boss Who Is Being Ordered
Andrew stood in the dim glow of Liu Wenjie’s penthouse. Liu, lounging in a s leather chair, as he swirled a glass of whiskey. His eyes studied Andrew with the sharpness of a man who didn’t tolerate failure.Andrew stood in Liu Wenjie’s penthouse, staring at the file in front of him. Song Jinhai’s face stared back at him—a smirking man in his early 50s, draped in a designer suit, surrounded by young women and bodyguards.Liu leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of whiskey. “Your target is Song Jinhai,” Liu said, his voice casual, as if discussing a business deal. “He runs arms shipments out of The Red Dragon nightclub. He’s becoming a problem.”Andrew had already memorized the dossier. Song Jinhai was powerful, well-connected, and heavily guarded. Taking him out wouldn’t be easy.“Make it clean,” Liu continued, pouring himself another drink. “You have twenty-four hours.”Andrew flipped through the file, his expression calm and detached. Just another job.Liu Wenjie sat across fr
Andrew Everest Death
The airport was finally secure, but the aftermath was far from over. The sound of boots echoed through the terminal as a new wave of operatives stormed in. Not Liu Wenjie’s men. Not the Shanghai police.It was the MSS a dozen agents moved with lethal precision, dressed in dark tactical gear, their weapons sweeping the area. They weren’t here to clean up. They were here for him.Andrew saw them before they saw him.He was standing near Adeline, his hands still covered in Zhao Long’s blood. His breathing steady. His mind already calculating the next move.A man in a dark suit, one of the higher-ups, strode forward, his expression cold and unreadable.“Step away from the girl.” His Mandarin was clipped, authoritative.Andrew didn’t resist. He already knew how this worked.Adeline, however, wasn’t as calm. She grabbed his arm. “Wait! He saved us! You can’t just—”The agent didn’t even blink.“Miss Jones, your safety is no longer your concern. Stand aside.”Andrew exhaled slowly. He turned
Showdown
For a moment, there was only silence. Liu Wenjie stood in the center of it all, completely unfazed. He had just walked into Zhao Long’s so-called stronghold, untouched, unchallenged, and in complete control. His men had already taken strategic positions, weapons trained on the cyber-terrorists who had foolishly believed they were the only ones holding power here.Andrew, however, was not as easily impressed.Liu turned to him, his smirk never faltering. “Welcome to the winning side.”Andrew didn’t move. His sharp blue eyes remained locked onto Liu, unreadable.Then, in a slow, deliberate tone, he said, “I didn’t agree to be your dog.”Some of Liu’s men chuckled at the remark, but Liu himself merely tilted his head, watching Andrew as if trying to decipher a puzzle.“No,” Liu said, “but you agreed to survive. And right now, I own this airport.”Andrew’s lips curled into a smirk. “Not for long.”And then he struck.In one explosive movement, Andrew lunged to his left, twisting toward
The Hijacker Being Hijacked
Hours earlier, inside a private high-security meeting room in the heart of Shanghai, a tense group of intelligence officers watched the crisis unfold on live surveillance feeds."Every exit had been sealed. Special forces surrounded the airport. Yet, breaching the terminal by force would be a bloodbath. The terrorists were too well-prepared." One of the high ranking officials spoke.That was when Liu Wenjie spoke up."Storming the building is a fool’s move." "The moment your soldiers step inside, those hostages are dead."A high-ranking official scoffed. "And what would you propose, Liu? That we let them run the airport like a goddamn amusement park?"Liu’s smile didn’t falter. "I propose you let me handle it."There was a pause. The officials exchanged uneasy glances.Liu’s reputation wasn’t exactly clean—he wasn’t government, wasn’t law enforcement. But he was effective.The officers finally exhaled. "You think you can get inside without them noticing?"Liu leaned forward, resting
What's Going On?
Hannah sat on the edge of her bed, fingers gripping the fabric of her dress, her heart pounding as she stared blankly at the floor. The room felt stifling, the silence pressing in on her.“It’s probably just my period coming late,” she mumbled, shaking her head as if saying it out loud would somehow make it true.She quickly did the math in her head, counting the days backward.Her breath caught in her throat. Her period was late. By nearly two weeks.Her stomach twisted into knots. “No… no, no, no,” she whispered, pressing a shaky hand against her forehead. “It’s just stress. I haven’t been eating right… I’ve been exhausted. That’s all.”But a part of her knew better. Her fingers hovered over her lower stomach. When was the last time she and Andrew did it. Her breath hitched.Had they been careful? Her heart pounded. She was drunk But could that have been enough?Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.“No, no. This isn’t happening,” she murmured, shak
Author's Note
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Am I Pregnant?
A dull ache throbbed in the back of Andrew’s head, pulsing with every slow, sluggish beat of his heart.His eyelids felt heavy, like weights were pulling them down, but as he forced them open, a harsh, fluorescent light stabbed into his vision.He inhaled deeply, only to be met with the stale, artificial air of a sealed-off room."Where am I?" He tried shifting, but the sharp tug on his arms stopped him.Then it hit him, he was restrained. Thick ropes dug into the skin of his wrists, binding his hands behind the back of a cold metal chair. His ankles were secured to the chair legs, making it impossible to move.Andrew exhaled slowly, forcing his brain to catch up.The last thing he remembered was the chaos on the plane. The hijackers, the fight, the syringe.He had been drugged and now…His gaze flickered around the unfamiliar space.They weren’t in some random warehouse or basement. This was still inside the airport.A security checkpoint, to be exact. The X-ray machines, conveyor bel
Plane Hijack 2
Andrew had just started to relax when the sudden commotion near the front of the cabin made his instincts flare.His eyes flicked toward the masked men moving through the aisle—four of them, dressed in tactical gear, each armed.The leader, a tall man with a thick accent and cold eyes, raised his pistol and fired a warning shot into the ceiling.Screams erupted as passengers ducked in fear.“Nobody move!” the hijacker barked. “This plane is under our control now.”Andrew leaned back, exhaling through his nose."Of course." Because why would anything go smoothly for once?He closed his eyes briefly before shaking his head."Terrorists. Great." But Andrew wasn’t panicking. That would be a waste of time.He’d dealt with worse than these guys. For a second, he considered just staying out of it.Maybe if he let them do their thing, the flight would land, and he could walk away without getting involved.But then he saw one of the men grab a flight attendant by the hair, yanking her forwar
