One night later.At the docks, a secret deal was happening under the night's cover. Eric, hidden in the shadows, watched closely as the smugglers loaded guns onto a cargo ship. Suddenly, the quiet was shattered by approaching footsteps, causing panic among the smugglers."What's going on?!""We've been tricked!"The smugglers were bewildered.Armed police officers emerged from the darkness, swiftly surrounding the smugglers. Despite their attempts to resist, the smugglers were quickly subdued and captured by the police. Stepping forward, the police officer's authoritative presence demanded answers."Where are the guns going?"The smugglers stayed silent, but after enduring relentless questioning and torture from some police men, they finally gave in."It was Mr. Ben Hargraves! He's the one behind it all!"The authorities were shocked by the revelation, leading to Mr. Hargraves, Mason's father, was immediately arrested on that exact night.Watching from afar, Eric felt a surge of sati
Eric received an unexpected invitation to a dinner date from Maria Bolton, the influential CEO of a prominent company in the city. He remembered her nice treatment during her auction event, where he had attended as Mr. Radcliffe. Grateful for her hospitality, Eric accepted the invitation, though he had ulterior motives.Arriving at the exclusive venue named "The Aristocrat's Haven," Eric chose not to don his Mr. Radcliffe persona. Instead, he dressed in tattered clothes, deliberately adopting the appearance of someone out of place in such grand surroundings.As he approached the entrance, the guards raised an eyebrow at his disheveled appearance."Hold on there, buddy. This place is for the elites. You seem to be in the wrong place," the first guard told Eric."Yeah, did you miss the sign?" And this was from the second guard.Eric cleared his throat, maintaining his composure. "I'm here to see Maria Bolton. She sent for me."The guards exchanged amused glances before bursting into la
The manager led Eric and his men outside, where Maria Bolton followed closely, her curiosity piqued by Mr. Radcliffe's apparent disregard for her.As they approached, the two guards who had humiliated Eric earlier visibly trembled at the sight of their boss. Mr. Smith fixed them with a stern gaze, his voice cutting through the air like a whip."Did you two kick out a man dressed in torn clothes when he arrived earlier?" The manager asked in a stern tone.The guards stammered, attempting to explain their actions, their faces flushed with fear and embarrassment."Y-yes, sir. He came looking like a pauper, so we—"Before he could finish, the manager's hand came down hard on his shoulder, cutting him off."You fools! That was Mr. Radcliffe himself! You've brought shame upon Aristocrat Haven!" The manager yelled in exasperation.The guards' faces drained of color as the weight of their mistake sank in. The manager's words echoed in their ears as he delivered their punishment."You're both
As Eric rode his scooter towards Enermig the next day, he kept his head down, trying to blend in with the crowd. Suddenly, a black car swerved into his path, knocking him off his scooter and onto the ground. Pain shot through his arm as he groaned and clutched it, blood staining his shirt from the bruises.As Eric raised his head, he saw Mr. Skarsgard, his ex-wife's boyfriend, approaching him with a sneer on his face. "Well, well, if it isn't Eric Radcliffe. Still riding that trashed scooter, I see," Mr Skarsgard mocked him.Eric glared at him, his jaw clenched with anger, "Watch yourself, Skarsgard. You'll pay for this."Mr. Skarsgard laughed, his voice dripping with scorn."Pay for what? For humiliating me at Mr. Walter's birthday bash? For getting me kicked out like a nobody?"Eric's fists clenched at his sides as Mr. Skarsgard's words stung him.But before he could respond, Mr. Skarsgard insulted him even further, mocking his status compared to his own.Enraged, Eric vowed silent
Determined to oust Martin Skarsgard from his position as mayor, Eric embarked on a mission to find a candidate he could support in the upcoming mayoral elections. Disguised as Mr. Radcliffe, he made use of his power and influence to search for someone humble, a true embodiment of the people, a nobody who could rise up and challenge Skarsgard's reign of corruption."Calvin, we need to find someone with integrity, someone who genuinely cares about this city." Eric told Calvin the following day.Calvin nodded in agreement, understanding the weight of their mission."I know just the person, Eric. Someone who's been working tirelessly to make a difference in their community," Calvin stated.With Calvin's guidance, Eric went as the powerful Mr. Radcliffe and met with various grassroots activists, community leaders, and ordinary citizens, listening to their concerns and aspirations for the city. He searched for someone with a pure heart and unwavering dedication to serving the people,a can
Through the window of her apartment, Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she caught sight of the dangerous hitmen approaching, their faces twisted in malice, guns and knives glinting in the dim light. Fear gripped her as she realized the imminent danger she and her family faced.But as the hitmen drew closer, they suddenly paused, their eyes widening in surprise as they spotted Sarah's bodyguards stationed outside. With a muttered curse, they exchanged wary glances before hesitantly backing away, disappearing into the shadows.Sarah's hands trembled as she clutched her phone, her heart pounding with fear. She dialed Mr. Radcliffe's number with shaking fingers, praying that he would answer.When Eric picked up, his voice was calm and reassuring, but Sarah could barely speak. Her words tumbled out in a rush as she struggled to explain the danger she was in."Mr. Radcliffe, it's... it's Martin Skarsgard. He... he sent men to kill me," Sarah's voice was shaky as she revealed this.Eric'
As Eric entered the dimly lit club, the atmosphere was heavy with the stench of alcohol and the sound of murmured conversations. In a secluded corner, Martin Skarsgard sat, nursing a drink and cursing vehemently under his breath. "Damn Radcliffe! If it weren't for him, Sarah Martinez would've been out of the picture by now. The election would've been postponed, and I would've had more time to deal with her," Martin Skarsgard was beyond frustrated.His friend, sitting beside him, nodded at this."Yeah, it's messed up. But hey, didn't Radcliffe have a hand in picking Martinez to run against you?" The man asked, seemingly curious.Martin Skarsgard's scowl deepened as he took another sip of his drink."That's what makes it even worse. Radcliffe is playing dirty, using Martinez as a pawn to spite me," he replied and clenched the glass of vodka he was holding.Skarsgard's friend leaned in, his voice hushed."You ever crossed paths with Radcliffe before? Maybe there's some history between y
As the day of the mayoral election arrived, Sarah Martinez's nerves were at an all-time high. She paced back and forth in the holding area backstage, her mind racing with doubts and fears."What if I don't win, Mr. Radcliffe? What if all of this was for nothing?" Sarah asked Eric with uncertainty masked in her eyes.Eric, standing beside her in an expensive outfit , placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder."Sarah, you've worked tirelessly, and you have a strong backing. The results cannot be manipulated. You've got this," he assured her.Sarah took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as the announcer's voice rang through the venue, signaling the start of the event.As Sarah prepared to take the stage, a hush fell over the crowd. But amidst the anticipation, a sense of dread washed over her as she caught sight of Martin Skarsgard entering the venue, flanked by his supporters.Their eyes met briefly, and Sarah shuddered, the memory of the danger she had narrowly escaped ju