Andrew burst through the window, sending shards of glass flying in all directions, as he tackled the sniper to the ground. The two men grappled fiercely, fighting for control. Andrew's enhanced strength granted him the upper hand, and he swiftly pinned the sniper beneath him, exerting a vice-like grip on the man's throat. "Who sent you?" Andrew demanded with authority. "Tell me the name of the company that hired you, or I assure you, you'll regret the day you took this job." Gasping for air, the sniper's eyes widened with fear. "I... I can't tell you. They'll kill me if I do." Andrew tightened his grip, his face only inches away from the sniper's. "And you think I won't kill you if you refuse to talk?" he growled. "This is your final chance. Who hired you?" The sniper's resolve crumbled under Andrew's intense glare. "Alright, alright! It was a small company... They paid me a fortune to eliminate you and the girl." Rage surged through Andrew's veins. "A company? Which company?" he
Andrew’s eyes burned with rage as he glared at the assassin, who was now bound securely to a sturdy chair in the dimly lit basement. “Where is Hannah?” he demanded, his voice a low growl.The assassin, still groggy from the cold water Andrew had thrown on him, met Andrew’s gaze with a defiant sneer. “I told you, I don’t know,” he spat, though his bravado was starting to wane.Andrew's patience was wearing thin. He picked up a pair of pliers from a nearby table, holding them up so the assassin could see. “You will talk,” he said with chilling calmness, “or you will suffer.”The next hour was filled with the sounds of muffled screams and the sharp crack of bones. Despite the pain, the assassin maintained his silence. Blood dripped from his fingers where Andrew had worked with the pliers, but still, he gave nothing away.Frustrated, Andrew leaned back, wiping sweat from his forehead. “You’re tough,” he admitted grudgingly. “But everyone breaks eventually. And you will break.”The assass
Andrew drove Hannah to the estate with the intention of taking her back home, where she lay flat in the front seat of his car, deeply asleep. As he gazed at her, he couldn't help but imagine the trauma she must have endured in the hands of her kidnappers. Suddenly, Hannah jolted awake, still aware of her surroundings, and realized they had already arrived at her house. However, she expressed her reluctance to stay there."No... No! I'm not going to stay there... Please take me to your house. I don't want to sleep alone. What if they come back for me?" Hannah pleaded, tears streaming down her face as she clung to his shirt, trying to convince him.Andrew empathized with her pain. "Don't worry, I won't leave you," he assured her, deciding to drive to his own house instead.As Andrew observed Hannah, anger welled up inside him. He was determined to uncover the truth behind it all and vowed to eliminate anyone involved in her kidnapping.Upon arriving at his house, Andrew stepped out of h
Hannah was taken aback when she heard the knock on the door and realized it was Elsa, her friend. She didn't know what to do because if Andrew were to open the door and deny her presence, it would indirectly imply that he was responsible for any harm that might have befallen her. Hannah didn't want to cause Andrew any trouble since he had already helped her a lot. As Andrew approached the door, Hannah rushed forward, whispering urgently, "Andrew... Nooo! Don't answer it... I'll get the door myself!" She waved her hands, signaling for him to step back. Andrew tilted his head and raised his hands, silently questioning her. Despite his confusion, he decided to comply with Hannah's request, having learned his lesson from previous encounters. Hannah quickly hurried to the door and opened it halfway. Standing before her was Elsa, a girl with blonde hair, wearing a crop top and skinny jeans—someone she was intentionally avoiding. "Elsa... Hi... What brings you here so early in the morning
Andrew looked up from his plate, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he sliced through the succulent roasted chicken."You know, Elsa," he began nonchalantly, his voice carrying a subtle edge, "I still remember that day at the shopping mall. You were so quick to ridicule me, mocking my supposed lack of wealth. Does that ring a bell?"Elsa's face flushed, her eyes narrowing with discomfort. "That was ages ago," she snapped, clearly uneasy with the sudden shift in conversation. "Why bring it up now?"Andrew paused, his knife sliding effortlessly through the tender meat. "Because it's relevant," he smoothly replied. "You see, Elsa, back then you made assumptions about me, much like you're doing now. You think you know everything, but you don't."Elsa's jaw clenched, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the table's edge. "And what exactly are you implying, Andrew? That you're some sort of saint? That you never make mistakes?""No," Andrew responded, his tone calm and measured. "I'm me
Andrew was furious, and he was determined to show Everest that he was not some kind of pushover. "They think they can kill me? I'll show them they can't mess with fire." Andrew was extremely furious as he grabbed the assassin by the neck and snapped it. Never had Andrew imagined he could be so cold-blooded. But due to the challenges of life, he was no longer the easy target he used to be. Now that he had enough power, he was determined to use it wisely. That didn't mean he would use his power for evil.A few moments later, Andrew had cleaned up his garage and disposed of the body. He wasn't afraid of the aftermath of what he had done because the officials were already very corrupt, and the assassin he killed was already a wanted criminal. He was already a walking dead man, his name sounding like a ghost.**********Andrew was now parked in front of The Everest mansion in his car. The front gate of the Everest building was about to close when another car entered. Andrew swiftly drove
Andrew stood before his uncle, pointing a pistol directly at his face. His expression was filled with anger as he glared at him, contemplating whether to pull the trigger. However, he found himself surrounded, with other guns aimed at him.The Everest family was known for their influence in the criminal underworld, involved in illegal activities and gang operations. They were like a secretive mafia, but their true nature remained hidden from those outside their inner circle. Andrew had learned about their activities from his father, which gave him the confidence to bring a gun. It was a way of showing them that he was not the insignificant person they had discarded.Andrew didn't want to involve the police or file a report about the attempt on his life. He told Hannah, who had witnessed his bravery and trusted him, not to tell anyone or contact the authorities. She believed in his abilities and chose not to involve the police.Andrew decided to handle things his own way, openly declar
Andrew drove away from the Everest Mansion after issuing a stern warning. He knew it wouldn't necessarily keep them at bay, but he found amusement in seeing the looks on the faces of the Everest family.Upon arriving home, Andrew immediately headed for the shower to cleanse himself of the bloodstains acquired during the commotion at the Everest Mansion.*********Two weeks later...After two weeks of busy preparations, the day of the auction had finally arrived. Andrew had diligently made sure that sufficient funds were available, leaving no room for anything to hinder their chances of winning. The Map held tremendous importance for the company's growth, making it crucial to secure it without any setbacks. Andrew was fully determined to succeed today, using every means at his disposal."Hannah, good morning. As I mentioned before, we will be attending the auction today. I will pick you up in the next 30 minutes," Andrew called Hannah, informing her that she would accompany him as his