As Maxwell's fury reached its peak, his veins pulsated with rage at the audacity of someone daring to intervene in his plans. His sole intention had been to teach the woman who dared to insult him and spit on him a harsh lesson—one that would leave her unable to eat for days.With a menacing stride, Maxwell marched toward Eric, his eyes ablaze with fury as he confronted the unexpected intruder. "Who the hell are you?" he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "And how dare you intervene in my affairs?"Unfazed by Maxwell's menacing presence, Eric met his gaze head-on, his own anger simmering just beneath the surface. "How dare you order your thug to strike an innocent woman?" he shot back, his voice laced with a anger. "Don't you have a mother or a sister at home?"Maxwell's face contorted with fury as he took a menacing step closer to Eric, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no idea what she's done," he spat, his tone filled with venomous disdain."I don't care," Eric retorted
Calvin's sleek black car pulled up in front of Golden Opportunity, accompanied by a cadre of powerful looking men in suits. Maxwell's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight, knowing full well the implications of Calvin's presence. Calvin Johansson was on a completely different level than him, a force that he could not even stand up to.Leaving behind his men, Maxwell approached Calvin and his men, his expression a mix of surprise and fear. "What are you doing here, Calvin?" he demanded, his voice laced with nervousness. "Did you invest in Golden Opportunity too?"Calvin adjusted his suit jacket with a cool demeanor, fixing Maxwell with a cold glare. "I'm here on my boss's orders," he replied cryptically.Maxwell's heart sank at Calvin's words, dread settling in the pit of his stomach. "Who's your boss?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.Calvin's lips curled into a smirk as he chuckled lightly. Raising a finger, he pointed in the direction of Eric, who stood among the proteste
With a hardened gaze, Eric addressed Maxwell, his voice cutting through the tension that hung in the air like a blade. "The only way I will spare your life is if you pay restitution to every single one of these people," he declared, gesturing to the crowd of protestors who had gathered around them. "You will refund their investments in full, along with compensation for the suffering they have endured at your hands."Maxwell, his body battered and bruised, nodded weakly. "Yes, master," he muttered hoarsely. "I'll do anything you ask, just please spare my life."But Eric's demands did not end there. "You will also shut down your Ponzi scheme, Golden Opportunities," he continued, his tone unwavering. "If I ever hear of you attempting to defraud people again, I will not hesitate to end you."Maxwell nodded fervently, his eyes wide with fear. "Yes, master," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.As the weight of Eric's words sank in, a wave of relief washed over the crowd."He did
As Emily walked through the busy construction site, overseeing the progress of the project, her mind focused on the tasks at hand. Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires grabbed her attention, and she turned to see three sleek black cars pulling up in front of the site. Men in suits emerged from these cars and began walking toward her."Excuse me, miss," one of the men called out, his voice firm and authoritative. "Our boss would like to speak with you."A flicker of hope stirred within Emily as she wondered if perhaps it was Mr. Radcliffe who wanted to see her. Maybe she could appeal to him, explain her side of the story, and ask for his assistance in patching things up with Eric.But as the men drew closer, Emily couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Mr. Radcliffe had never sent men to summon her before. He always approached her directly, his presence commanding and unmistakable."Who's your boss?" Emily asked, her curiosity piqued.The man leading the group replied
The unexpected question caught Emily off guard, and her brows furrowed in confusion. Her eyes narrowed into a squint, and the rest of her face squeezed into a frown as she processed Maria's inquiry."Why did you bring me all the way here to ask about Eric?" Emily demanded, her tone laced with frustration and disbelief.Maria, who seemed to be casually walking around her, simply shrugged. "It's just a simple question, Emily," she replied nonchalantly, her voice dripping with insincerity. "Speak up."Emily stared at Maria in disbelief, her mind racing with a thousand unanswered questions. Why was Maria suddenly so interested in her relationship with Eric? What was she trying to achieve by prying into her personal life?"Why do you care?" Emily shot back, her voice tinged with suspicion. "What do you want to know?"Maria's response was chillingly vague. "Everything, Emily," she declared, her tone sending a shiver down Emily's spine. "Every freaking thing."Emily's heart pounded in her ch
Maria's eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Emily, her voice dripping with venom. "You dare to lay a hand on me? You will regret this, Emily Walter. I will teach you a lesson you will never forget."Emily's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Maria's men advance toward her. She knew she was outnumbered and outmatched, but she refused to cower in fear. With a defiant glare, she braced herself for whatever was to come."Get your hands off me!" Emily shouted, her voice laced with defiance as she struggled against the firm grip of the men seizing her. "Let me go!"But her protests fell on deaf ears as the men dragged her forcibly through the warehouse, her struggles futile against their iron grip. With each step, Emily's heart sank further, knowing that she was being led to some unknown fate at Maria's hands.As they reached an empty room, Emily's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the gravity of her situation. She fought against her captors with all her strength, but th
Eric's phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen. With a hint of suspicion, he answered the call, his voice guarded as he spoke. "Who is this?"The voice on the other end was unmistakable, dripping with an air of authority that Eric knew all too well. "Mr. Radcliffe," Maria Bolton's voice cut through the line, her tone urgent and commanding. "I need to see you. It's urgent."Eric's brow furrowed in confusion. How had Maria gotten his number? He didn't have time for games, especially not from someone like Maria Bolton, who had treated him with such disdain in the past."How did you get this number?" Eric's voice was firm, his skepticism evident as he questioned Maria's motives.Maria didn't miss a beat, her response swift and to the point. "That's not important. What matters is that I need to speak with you immediately."Eric hesitated, his mind flashing back to their last encounter. Maria had humiliated him, belittled him for his appearance, only to change her tune
Eric stood transfixed, his gaze fixed on Maria's naked form before him. It had been ages since he had been in such close proximity to a woman's bare body, and the sight of Maria's lithe figure stirred a mix of emotions within him. Memories of his ex-wife, Claudia, flickered in his mind, reminding him of a time when intimacy was a regular part of his life. But now, faced with Maria's seductive allure, he found himself struggling with desires he thought long buried.Maria circled him like a predator, her movements fluid and deliberate, each step bringing her closer to Eric's struggling state. With each passing moment, her words grew more enticing, weaving a web of temptation around him. She spoke of pleasures untold, of desires fulfilled, her voice a siren's call that threatened to drown Eric in a sea of lust."Eric," she purred, her voice a velvet caress, "why deny yourself the pleasures that await you? Embrace the passion that burns within."Eric felt a bead of sweat trickle down h