Norton strolled out of the company, his steps measured to avoid drawing attention. His face betrayed nothing, a mask of composure concealing the tempest of nerves within. Every instinct screamed caution as he weaved through the office crowd, a masterclass in blending into the corporate landscape. He didn't want anyone to suspect him. As he approached the exit, relief whispered through him, thinking he had eluded any prying eyes. But just as he was about to slip into the freedom of the open air, the receptionist's voice sliced through the air like an unexpected thunderclap. "Hello. You there," she called, her tone cutting through the hum of activity. Norton's heart skipped a beat, and he thought of turning to face her with an attempt at casual nonchalance and a forced smile etching across his face, but he realized that she might recognize him if he did. His eyes darted around, searching for an escape route. Caught off guard, he struggled to maintain his poker face. The shock linge
“That is the reason why I will tell him to come to a different place. This time, it would be somewhere… familiar. Somewhere crazy,” Norton said. Lucas was really surprised and anxious by what Norton was going to do. “Norton? Just stick to the plan!” Norton smiled. “No, Luke. I will battle this, even till my last breath!” “You are really determined to win this battle, Norton. You are even making an oath with your life. I really wish we have success in the end because we are dealing with one of the most influential people in the world,” Lucas said. “How many times have I told you not to mention that, Lucas? I don't care who they are, what they do, or how much influence or power they have. All I care about is my mission and I won't stop till I achieve what I want. My mission is to bring them down no matter what, anniversion is to use a very good plan to do that,” Norton said. “Don’t forget me in any step of the way. Anytime you really need help you can always contact me as I w
“I think you are pretty mistaken, Lucas. You might know about the Wright family more than I do, or maybe the company, but you definitely don't know Alaric Wright more than I do. I know him. Inside. Out,” he said. Lucas was shocked by how much confidence Alaric had in the words. “What did you say?” “I know Alaric Wright!" he said with a strong tone. "You are kidding me, aren't you? What do you mean by that? You don't know anything about him. I'm the one who is going to tell you about him because I know him far more than you do," Lucas said. "You don't know him as much as I do, Lucas. You might think that he's your boss, I'm probably the most powerful man on the planet, but he's just a weakling, a simp who's such a stupid nerd and can't do anything right," Norton said. Lucas was surprised by the tough claims Norton was making. He didn't understand what Norton was saying and was confused. "What the hell do you mean by that, Norton? I know him more than you do, and that's it. I d
"Thank you, son. Thanks for being a good son, and accepting me even when I did something wrong. I will always love you," she said, embracing Alaric and pulling him into a hug. A very emotional moment for both of them, Mrs. Wright, Claire, swore never to leave her son for anything in the world. Alaric gently pulled away from the hug with his mother, a determined look in his eyes. "I think it's time to take action. We have to go and inform the A-V squad on how to assemble," he said, nodding to emphasize the urgency. His mother, expressing concern, countered, "We don't know where we're going yet, and where do you expect us to go without a destination? How do we go about that when we don't even know where the address is or if it even exists?” Alaric, realizing the fact and considering the situation, suggested, "I think it's time to call and ask for directions. Since he was the one who sent the address, he should be able to give us directions on how to go there." He reached for his p
Alaric, struck by a paralyzing shock, sat before his mother with his mouth agape, unable to articulate the distress that gripped him. She, concerned and perceptive, probed gently, "Alaric, what's the matter?" Her face was struck with a mixture of concern and confusion. He fumbled for words, finally managing to stammer, "I... I got a me… message." His trembling fingers navigated to the message icon on his phone. The text, laden with menace, as he could perceive, hung in the air as Alaric, with a heavy heart, relayed its contents to his mother. "He's asking why I called, saying that he doesn't want to answer any calls." The gravity of the situation dawned upon his mother, her eyes widening in horror. "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice a reflection of the shared concern between them. “He must be really angry that you had called his phone. What do you think he is planning to do now?” She asked. “I don't know what he is planning on doing, Mom why should he be angry that I call
“How about we take only a few guards? The A-V squad could stay here, but maybe your guards follow you. That would be…” “I don't think it would make anything better, Mom. I will have to go alone for this one, and you shouldn't follow me. It could be risky for your safety.” “But we are talking about you, son. You don't know what to expect when you go there.” “And I am sure he wouldn't be able to do anything. This is right for me, and for us,” Alaric said. “But, son…” Alaric gazed at his mother with intensity in his eyes, a solemn decision etched across his face. "I've made a decision," he declared, his voice carrying a weight of determination. His mother, understanding the gravity of the moment, responded with a supportive assurance. "I'll acknowledge it," she said, her tone steady. However, she added a plea, "But promise me, Alaric, call me whenever there's something dangerous. Don't face it alone." Despite the fact that she was so worried about Alaric, she knew that whatever he
“I think I will have to meet him at the place I did before. You took me away before I was finally able to get the address since I had forgotten it, but I think this is the time to really ignite the memories. If he is truly the person I think he is, then it means he must have survived somehow. I want him dead, but if he really survived, then I have no other option,” he said. “What? What the hell are you saying to me right now?” “I will kill him again.” Lucas, caught off guard by Norton's cryptic statement, couldn't help but express his surprise. "What the hell are you saying?" he demanded, his voice tinged with confusion and frustration. Norton, however, maintained an enigmatic composure. "You wouldn't understand what I mean," he replied cryptically, his tone measured and mysterious. The air between them hung heavy with unspoken secrets, and Lucas found himself on the edge of curiosity. Frustrated by Norton's evasiveness, Lucas pressed for more information. "Just tell me, Norton
His eyes widened as he remembered what happened some days ago. He looked at the phone again and tried to hush the words in his head. “No way. No way,’’ he said, with a heavy breath. “Is he the one? Did he do this?” He muttered. “Nor… Norton?!” He breathed heavily, unable to contain the thought he was having in his head. He didn't know if his assumption was correct, but he had to make sure that he wasn't wrong. "This cannot be Norton. I'm not sure he is capable of doing anything like this. No way," he muttered to himself, giving himself hope. What to do? He asked himself. He was really confused and didn't know what he would do at that point. He tried to think hard, but his brain was a path of so many steps and a box of so many thoughts. "I… I think I have it. I will have to call my mother and tell her about it. Mom must know about this. If this is truly Norton then I will never let him escape from this one," he said to himself with strong confidence. He immediately put his mom