Just then, she saw two maids walking past her. She didn't wanna ask as she didn't wanna get the, ‘I have no idea, ma'am’ Response from them just like the other maid she asked earlier.But the highest she could get was nothing, so she just stopped and asked.“Have any of you seen Old master Franco?” She asked. “Or do you have the slightest idea where he went? Or if he would be back today?” One of the maids shook her head in confusion while the other simply said, “I saw him earlier this morning in his study. I have no idea if he's still there.” “Okay, thank you.” Megan heaved a deep sigh and walked down to her grandfather's study.She stood at the door, heaving a deep breath, hoping deep down that he was there as she was already fed up with the entire situation.She didn't bother knocking, she simply stormed into the place and to her surprise, he was there.He leaned on his seat, reading a history book with his old glasses on.“Is greediness not a disease, Master Franco?!” Megan was q
“But… but Grandpa, you didn't tell me I was going to clear a thousand and one employees salary of a year plus!” Megan cried out.“It was in the documents you signed. Why would I tell you when you can always read it before you sign it? Did I also stop you from reading the documents?!!!” He shouted at her, his voice cold as ice.Megan was terrified at that moment. She had seen him angry before but not this side of him, he was furious!“Grandpa…. You're literally gaslighting me! You're using my stupidity against me!” Megan whimpered. Yes, she was foolish enough not to read before signing, but…. But… she was speechless. She was literally trapped; just like what Miller had said last night. She couldn't undo what she has done and worse? She couldn't clear a 800 million dollar debt!“You have to clear the 800 million debt…”She demanded he clear the outstanding debts but he objected; stating she signed the papers and can’t go back on the deal.“Get out, and go make some money…. Remember jus
“A loan? That's impossible… what are you going to use as collateral?” Miller's expression shows he wasn't in support of this idea of hers.“I'd get to figure that out later… for now… I need to talk to my bank manager. Let's see how much loan I can get.” Megan wiped her tears, putting up a smile. She was stuck with this, it was now left to her to figure out how to bring herself out.“No… okay? No… okay at least, wait for a few days, if nothing is done, you can go ahead to apply for a loan.” Miller suggested.“Why? It's a week until their salary date…. how…”“Just do what I have said. I hate to break it to you but I'm sure you know who wants your happiness now and who doesn't?” Miller was being sincere and Megan could see that in his eyes.She didn't bother to argue with him. He was right. The last time she thought she knew best she got played.Later that night at 11;44 pm, Miller was still sitting at his table. He was usually on his laptop, having meetings, talking to his troops, sever
“Who the fuck is that?! I'm busy, okay? Fuck off!” Mr. Wilson barked, his expression dark.He was raging with anger, and his men knew he hates being disturbed when having his fun. He thought his men were out the door? Who the fuck was knocking non-stop like a bastard?!“Boss? I'm sorry… this…uh… your attention is needed outside.” Mr. Wilson heard one of his men say outside the door.He paused for a second and turned to look at the door. His attention was needed now of all times? “Get lost, Max! I'm in the middle of something! And you know that!” Mr. Wilson shouted.“I'm sorry Boss… but it's really important. The person says it's a matter of life and death.” Max explained, causing Mr Wilson to narrow his eyes.He turned to the lady in front of him and slowly pulled away from her.“I'll be out soon!” Lincoln said to him and gently wrapped up what he was doing.“Get out, and I don't wanna see your face here.” He said to the lady who wrapped herself up with the sheets and moved away fro
“It's called a club brotherhood, kid! It's not a cult! I won't warn you again!” Harry warned. He could have made use of his power, wealth and influence to get rid of him but Lopez was dead.“I don't give a fuck what name you address your gathering, old man… What the fuck are you here for! I have other important matters to take care of.”Harry took a deep breath and raised his head up at Lincoln, “I need your help… it's between life and death.”Lincoln scoffed, “You need my help? No… isn't Lopez your Boss? Why do you suddenly need my help? Hahaha.” His tone was filled with mockery.“Lopez is dead.” Harry announced.Lincoln smirked… he was starting to see where this thing was heading to, “Oh, my condolences… sorry for your loss.” He pretended like he had no idea of that.“So… what am I supposed to do with this piece of information?” Lincoln was blunt.“That's where you come in. Because of his death… he was the strongest Mafia in the whole world… and since you've replaced him, you can co
“What?” Lincoln muttered in disbelief as several drops of blood rolled down his palms.The blood dropped on his pants a few times and on his table. Before Lincoln could process what was happening, it had stained his clothes, his table and his important files!What the heck was inside the envelope?“What the fuck is inside?” Harry stood from his seat and checked it out.Lincoln was now very furious as to how stain his shirt was now looking. Plus, the envelope had absolutely nothing inside other than blood!Wait… he was sent blood in an envelope?The blood didn't seem to be out all this while but when he opened it, he was mysteriously stained by it?This was not good, especially since he knows what blood indicates and it gets him pissed. “Something isn't right…” “Why?” Harry had a concerned look on his face.Lincoln ignored him and brought out his phone. He dialed a number and placed it on his ear.“Multiply your men! Get about ten each for each office! And the entrance of this place
To make sure the video he just watched was authentic, he walks over to check the CCTV camera and a man was there walking over to the direction of his office, looking up at the camera and wearing a mask. It felt like the masked man could see him from the camera. Lincoln looked down at him and the masked man looked up at him and this got Lincoln's heart racing for no reason.Lincoln suddenly felt a cold sweat rolling down his forehead to his jaw line. He felt a sudden headache and his heart pounded loudly in his chest.His palm got all sweaty but he tried to hide it as he watched the video of a man jumping into the store room, down to the elevator.He was on masks, so his men were able to know that he was the masked man! While Lincoln was sweating and watching something on his laptop… Harry's gaze never left him. He could tell that something was wrong. Lincoln looked terrified. And for some reason he couldn't put it in place, Lincoln's terrified look, made him terrified as well.Sudde
Lincoln raised his hands and placed it on his right ear. He brought his hands down to see that indeed, the bullet scratched him.“You son of a bitch!” Lincoln cursed under his breath. His heart was pounding and for a second, he thought today was his last.He didn't expect this man to be so smooth in shooting, what was he? A god? The man shot at him but he aimed to scare him and Lincoln had to admit, he was terrified. One would have thought the bullet was going into his skin with how fast the man pulled his trigger. But the bullet was aimed at the wall, so it passed his ear and landed on the wall.He was good, Lincoln had to admit.“Hey! Hey! Hey! I'm going to blow your skulls out if you leave me out here!” Lincoln turned to Harry who was slowly trying to escape through the window.“Hahaha! Don't stop him!” The masked man said to Lincoln… more like he had seen Harry trying to leave but just allowed him.“I wasn't talking to you! Get the hell out of my office, this minute! I Don't like