Victor stepped out of his new Bugatti Chiron and glanced pensively at the imposing structure of Regal Rock. The extensive villa covered thrice the area of regular properties in Prince County. It was of Victorian design and was considered popularly a symbol of power and influence in Springfield. Three hundred years back, an impenetrable fort called Regal Rock existed in the area, ruled by a mighty warrior prince, after whom the county was named. After numerous renovations over the years, it was still an awe-inspiring structure, not only in the county but the entire city."Couldn't you get me a less conspicuous house?" Victor asked, taking his eyes off the formidable estate's expanse.Clive Baron shook his head as if it would be ridiculous otherwise. "Sir… A man of your standing cannot live in humble places," he said curtly. "Even Regal Rock is a mudhouse if we take your actual wealth and influence into account. The estate was priced at only two hundred and twenty million dollars, which
Victor nodded. "Take me to Michael."Clive led him into the basement gymnasium. It was a massive hall with every exercise tool, implement, and machine in existence. One could practice muscle building, athletics, aerobics, and even parkour. A man was benching three thousand pounds on a heavy device. As they entered, he finished the set and rose to full height.Michael Bolton walked towards them, wiping sweat off his brow. He was in his forties but was built like a muscular machine. The man exuded strength and confidence. "Oh, it's you, Clive," he said dismissively. "Where is Caesar? Or will you finally admit that he doesn't really exist?"Clive Baron looked uncomfortable. "Look sharp, Michael. Caesar is right before you," he said, gesturing towards Victor.Michael burst out laughing. "You must be joking! This young man looks like a movie star or a supermodel. Are you telling me he is a one-man global superpower who ended the Pacific World War single-handedly? Give me a break! You know
Michael looked around in confusion. Did he miss the shot? Were his bullets blank? He checked the rifle for issues, but everything was perfect."You got lucky, young man," he called out to Victor. "Next time, I will fire three shots to ensure you die. Say your prayers!"Clive began the countdown again. "Three… Two… One… Go!"Michael had declared he would fire three shots, but he impulsively fired a volley of seven bullets aimed at Victor's torso and head. The gymnasium boomed with explosive echoes. The muscular general raised his head to see the damage done. However, the scene before him was surreal.Victor had not moved an inch from his position. However, he had made a fist as if he had something lodged between his fingers. Was it a grenade?Victor opened his fist, and a handful of metal slugs dropped onto the floor. What were those? Michael's eyes widened as he realized that the misshapen metal pieces were nothing but the bullets he fired.The four-star general's face darkened, and
Daphne and Chloe wore colorful bikinis and looked tantalizing. Sunscreen glimmered off their soft, youthful skins. Regardless of their rotten personas, both girls had attractive bodies and didn't shy away from showing off their curves."I appreciate your welcome," Victor said in a vocal tone much different from his natural voice. One of his incredible talents was to change his speech beyond recognition. He wore a Burberry high-collar trench coat and oversized sunglasses that hid most of his face. Everything added up to the perfect disguise. "Sir…" Daphne said, pressing her shoulders together to enhance her cleavage. "We heard that you have an Olympic-sized swimming pool. Could we take a dip in it if you don't mind…?"The first thought that crossed Victor's mind was to strangle Daphne. Even though she flashed her deep cleavage at him, the man felt nothing. Daphne was responsible for Julia's horrible experience at Kyle Shannon's modeling agency. Her agent pimped the unfortunate beauty,
You took your time," Claire jibed at Victor as they walked into the VIP elevator. "Do you like making women wait?"Victor's expression was stony, as usual. "I had to drop off my car at a certain location and retrieve my bike. The vehicle was drawing too much attention.""Which model was it?"“The Bugatti Chiron Profilée. It was only a temporary ride."Claire's jaw dropped. "What? The Bugatti Chiron Profilée is priced at eleven million dollars! Moreover, only four units have been manufactured yet! I am on a long waitlist to purchase the model! How did you get it so soon?"Victor waved a dismissive hand. "It's just a car that takes you from one point to another. There's no need to make a big deal about it."Claire pouted and led him into her private chamber on the fifteenth floor. The room looked resplendent with aquaglass marble. There were mini fountains, aquariums, and colored boulders, giving it a natural vibe. Decorative plants and exotic flowers blossomed in tiny gardens.At the f
"How do I look?" Claire asked Victor, twirling around. Sophia also asked for his opinion.Victor scrutinized them for a moment. Claire had dark, medium hair with a heaving bust. She had a naturally attractive body. On the other hand, Sophia had a gym-sculpted shape with firm breasts and shapely legs. Her hair was long, straight, and lustrous. The expensive dresses enhanced their beauty to sky-high levels."Both of you look good enough," he replied, looking away, disappointing them immediately. Claire pouted and sat close to Victor, their knees almost touching. Sophia noticed this and reclined beside him, her thigh brushing with his. Angela smiled at the competitive acts of the young women and dragged her couch closer. "I reckon we can begin our discussion," she said to Victor. "Considering the seriousness of this matter, we must speak in hushed tones. The serving staff is right outside the entrance."Victor made no protest, but at the moment, he was surrounded by women on three side
"What are you talking about?" Rose stammered. Was Tony referring to Victor?"The situation is exactly what I described," Tony replied, his words fast and ruthless. "Your loved one is in my crosshairs. If you don't want him to die a painful death, hand over controlling shares of your company to me!"Rose felt a knot forming in her throat. What had she done? Why had she trusted a Blackwell family member with sensitive information? What possessed her to give Victor's residential address to a shady man like Tony?"This is criminal behavior…" she mumbled. "Do you think you'll get away with such an act? I'll inform the authorities!"Tony let out a mocking laugh. "The city's cops are all corrupt, sweetheart. Besides, who would dare go against the Blackwell family? Do they have a death wish? Anyway… Stop stalling. Your guy will die if you don't give in to my demands! Tick Tock! Time is running out…""He can handle himself," the beauty said with confidence. Claire had told her how Victor defea
"Look at this guy," another gang member said, pointing at Victor with derision. "He seems too comfortable and chilled for someone about to be tortured to death. Is he in shock, or has he lost his mind? I can't believe that the Rose Atelier woman is offering herself to our boss to save this pathetic man!"The assassins laughed, but Victor raised an eyebrow. Did the hoodlum just mention Rose? His computer brain processed the information at lightning speed. Most likely, the goons did not know who he really was. Their boss had blackmailed Rose for ransom. It must be someone really cunning, a trickster. Victor reached these conclusions after considering the boss had sent his goons to kill him even though Rose was willing to fulfill his demands. This indicated that he was not a regular extortionist. The boss intended to destroy Rose. He had set the perfect trap of deception, knowing that the beauty would sacrifice anything to save Victor. Rose was in grave danger."Who is your boss?" Vict