The Mysterious Midnight Magnate

137: Hiding The Ring

Eric swiftly slipped the ring into his pocket, keeping his movements subtle to avoid alerting Jacob. As he rose to face the menacing figure before him, he sensed the intensity of Jacob's gaze, knowing that the man was plotting something sinister.

"Did you manage to get the ring?" Jacob inquired, his voice tinged with urgency.

"No," Eric replied calmly, though his heart raced with deceit. "It's gone."

A surge of frustration swept over Jacob, his features contorting with anger. Without warning, he lunged at Eric, delivering a powerful blow to his face. Eric staggered backward, allowing himself to absorb the force of the punch, all the while maintaining the facade of defeat.

Spitting out blood, Eric wiped his mouth and locked eyes with Jacob. "It's all your fault," he seethed, his voice laced with venom.

Jacob's frustration boiled over as he unleashed a torrent of insults at Eric. He paced back and forth, his mind racing with disbelief and rage. How could the ring slip through his finger