In the dimly lit hideout, the boss, a shadowy figure in the underworld, gathered the gang for a crucial meeting. The air hung heavy with anticipation as the boss leaned in, his voice low and commanding."Listen up, everyone. We've got a job that needs to be done right. Tony, you're on wheels duty. Get those goods from point A to B without raising any eyebrows," the boss instructed, eyes piercing through the smoke-filled room. Tony, a seasoned driver with a hardened demeanor, nodded in silent acknowledgment. "You got it, boss. Smooth as silk."Maria, the strategist, chimed in, "I'll handle the route. We need to avoid any trouble spots. We can't afford any slip-ups."Carlos, busy tapping away on a laptop, interjected, "I'll keep an eye on the tech side. Cameras, police scanners – everything. We need to be ghosts out there."The boss leaned back, assessing the determined faces of the gang. "This isn't just about delivering goods; it's about reputation. We do this right, and we cement ou
"Now that the operation has been successful, gradually we will rule the world. What's left is the ring." The Boss of the Golden Stool sat at the head of the table, surrounded by his team. He was happy about the progress of the organization. Very soon they will surpass the Moonlight organizations after all they don't have the ring with them. And they are nothing without the ring. "Boss, how do we get the ring?" Maria asked."That is why we need to find where the ring is. I heard the ring is in at Caddel’s family. Eudia’s son has been found so I'm sure he has the ring. Investigate more to know about the young man, so we will know the strength of our enemies," the boss said."Alright, boss," the gang members said in unison.In a different organization, a young lady with a cold expression stood in front of a window. Her frozen expression made it difficult for her members to approach her."Tisha, we have been searching for this ring for the past twenty-four years, but to no avail. Now man
This time, the old man reacted. His eyes widened with shock, his fist clenched tightly. “What about the organization?" The old man calmed down and asked coolly.“I learned from my grandfather that my mother was the queen of all the Mafia gangs. I want to find out more about it.”The old man looked at Jerome like he was stupid. This little fool didn't his grandfather tell him how dangerous it is. "Do you want to be your mother's successor?"“Yes,” Jerome answered without hesitating."Didn't your grandfather tell you how dangerous the organization is? Also, you can only become the leader if you have the ring with you." The old man knows old master Caddel might have given the ring to Jerome. He wanted to test him and see if he would give him the ring or tell him the whereabouts of the ring."Mr. Clark, there is no need to be bothered about the ring. I have my way to get it. All I need is for you to tell me about the organization,” Jerome wasn't angry nor was he in a hurry. He crossed his
Jerome walked out of the mansion with a heavy heart. He knew he would be in danger, and Eleanor might also be in danger. He would have to tighten security around her. He quickly drove to his mansion and saw his wife happily chatting with the maid.“Jasmine, you know what it is. The man almost scared me to death."“So what did you do after you found out he was your neighbor?" Jasmine asked.“Well, what else could I have done? He helped walk me to my room." Eleanor responded, narrating what happened between her and Nathan.“Ahem, ahem,” Jerome cleared his throat, having stood there listening to them while the women were busy chatting.“Sir," Jasmine said respectfully.“You are here," Eleanor said with a bright smile.“Mm, how have you been doing?" Jerome kissed her forehead. Jasmine was used to this.“Thanks to Jasmine, my day has been interesting.... At the Caddel mansion…Old Master Caddel sat on the bed glancing through some graphic paper. Old Lady Caddel sat beside him applying fac
Grandmother, don't worry; I only wanted to surprise you and nothing else,” Jerome said, tired of explaining."I can't be bothered with you," the old lady glared at him and shifted her gaze to Eleanor."Which family do you come from?" The old lady asked."I come from a humble family." Eleanor became scared when the old lady asked her that. Usually, women from rich families want their children to marry someone of the same level. What if the old lady asks her to leave her grandson?"Oh, okay," even though the old lady was a bit disappointed, she didn't take it to heart. As long as her grandchild can be happy, nothing else matters to her."Have you informed your parents?" The old lady asked again. Looking at how they had hidden this issue, she was sure they hadn't informed Eleanor's parents."That is the main reason why we kept the matter secret. My parents are gold diggers; they will start demanding unnecessarily once they find out I am married to the grandson of the Caddel family." Elea
“Grandmother, I am sorry. There are many chefs at the mansion. I thought there was no need."“You thought there was no need?" The old lady picked up a spoon and took a bite of the BBQ Ribs; it glistened with a sweet and tangy sauce. The meat was tender and juicy, falling off the bone with a touch. The sauce had a hint of spice balanced by the sweetness of the brown sugar. The ribs were served with a side of creamy coleslaw and baked beans.The old lady couldn't resist the sweet taste of the ribs and took a second piece. As the BBQ Ribs touched her tongue, she experienced a burst of flavor. The smoky sweetness of the sauce was complemented by the tender, juicy meat. The spices added a bit of heat but not so much that it overwhelmed the other flavors. You could taste the subtle notes of garlic and onion, as well as the richness of the barbecue sauce. The texture was perfect, not too chewy and not too soft. As she chewed, the flavors melded together, creating a symphony of taste. It was
“Jerome, how could you cook and forget about me? Have you forgotten I am your grandfat…” the old man complained while walking in the direction Eleanor pointed. As he was about to finish his sentence, the heady aroma of barbecue ribs wafted through the air, causing his words to catch in his throat. The smell was so strong and alluring that it left him speechless, savoring the moment, breathing in the scent, and letting it fill his senses.“Ok, ma, oh ma, the aroma of the food. Jerome, can I have a taste?"“Grandfather, take your time; I specially prepared this meal for you." Jerome held the old man's hand who was about to pick one of the ribs."Oh, ok,” the old man nodded in disappointment. He wanted to take a bite since he couldn't resist the aroma.After Jerome finished cooking, he served it on the dining table. They all thought the old man would sit down and eat, but he didn't. "Package the food for me. I don't want to eat here, lest you guys change your mind and join me,” he said,
“Honey, I'm sorry. Can you please open the door?" the old man pleaded, but there was silence."Honey, I brought you some food. Open the door," he said again, using his last card. He had already guessed this might happen, so he left a piece of meat, dividing it into two so his wife wouldn't know it was just a piece.When Mrs. Caddel heard her husband leave her some food, she quickly stood up from the bed and opened the door without hesitation. "Where is the food?""So if not for the food, you wouldn't have opened the door?" the old man inquired with a helpless tone."Are you giving the food or not?" She wasn't ready for any emotional games.Mr. Caddel sighed deeply and gave her two pieces of meat. "Thank you, honey," her mood suddenly changed. Her angry expression turned playful.She scrutinized the meat and said, "Why are these ribs smaller than the ones you gave me in the kitchen?""It's because some were bigger," the old man blurted. Only after the words were out did he realize he h