Arthur paused and looked up at Alexander. "Hmm, please wait, young master," he said, his tone thoughtful. "I may have something that might interest you." Alexander raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh really? What is it?" he asked, as he sat back down. "It's a house," Arthur said, watching as Alexander's eyes widened with interest. "The previous owner gave it to me, probably to curry favor. But since I already have a place, I haven't really used it." Alexander nodded, intrigued. "I see. And where is this house located?" "It's in Greenwich Estate," Arthur replied, his tone somewhat reverential. "It's one of the most sought-after areas in the city, and the house itself is the best one there. The owner had good vision." As Alexander murmured the name of the area to himself, a look of recognition crossed his face. "Greenwich Estate," he said slowly. "I recall now. That's a place that's said to be only for the extremely influential, isn't it?" Arthur nodded, a small smile on h
Alexander turned towards the sound of a voice and saw a young man, decked in luxurious clothing, holding a woman. Alexander didn't know the guy, so he frowned, wondering how he knew him. The young man noticed Alexander's confusion and laughed. "You look lost, loser. Need some help finding your way?" Alexander's frown deepened. "Excuse me, do we know each other?" The young man sneered. "No, I don't know you. I can never know a loser like you." The young man and the woman besides him burst into laughter. Alexander's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry, I don't appreciate that kind of talk. Get out of my way." The young man laughed. "Or what? You're going to hit me with that scrawny arm of yours?" Alexander took a step forward, his hands clenched into fists and repeated his words. "I said, get out of the way now!!" The young man smirked. "Make me." That was all Alexander needed to hear. He lunged forward and landed a punch on the young man's nose, sending him reeling backwards. The woman n
The bald headed man carried himself with utmost confidence as he walked closer. Though he had seen Isabel beat those gang members, he didn't take them serious. Meanwhile, the gang members were happy as if they had seen a life saving straw. Alexander squinted and observed the bald headed man, "You're not Tom," he stated simply. Though he had not seen Tom or his picture, he had the feeling this wasn't him. The bald headed man gave a slight smile, "You're indeed bold to call the name just like that. If I was to attack you, do you think this young woman by your side can keep you safe?" "You can give it a try," Alexander said confidently. He didn't know Isabel but he knew that whoever the Greece would arrange to protect him would definitely not be ordinary. "Hmmm," The bald headed man gave a deep look at Alexander, "A rat is usually bold until it is gobled up by the Lion." Suddenly, the bald-headed man lunged forward, his body tensed like a coiled spring. Isabel, with lightning-fast re
Alexander and Isabel opted to take a taxi for their transportation needs, while the individual designated by Arthur took charge of collecting Bald Liu, Damon, and the rest of their group, who were unconscious, in his own car. They then proceeded to head towards their designated hotel. *** Tom arrived at the hotel with three intimidating men who were under his leadership as gang leaders. Surprisingly, they arrived at the hotel in under an hour, indicating their speed and efficiency. Tom himself was a middle-aged man with good looks, and his innocent appearance made it difficult for people to believe that he was a member of a gang, let alone the boss of all gangs in the South of Fairview. Upon their arrival, they headed straight to a private room in the restaurant section, where a plethora of luxurious foods were placed on the table, waiting for them to indulge. In the room, Arthur was already waiting for them, ready to discuss important matters with Tom and his associates. "Mr. Whit
"Hmm, okay!" Tom nodded. "Arthur, I'll leave the rest to you. You know what to do." Alexander stood up to leave. As he stepped outside, his phone rang. He was surprised to see Emily's name on the screen. They had been divorced for a while now, and he couldn't think of a reason why she would call him. He had indeed changed his phone but not his phone number which could explain why she was able to reach him. "Hello?" Alexander answered, feeling a mix of confusion and apprehension. "The family is having a meeting. It's compulsory that you come," Emily said in a distant voice, as if she was merely relaying information. Alexander was taken aback by the suddenness of the situation - he had just been kicked out of the family by them and now summoned to a family meeting. He was no longer related to them. Although he initially found it amusing that the Johnson family seemed to think he was at their beck and call like a servant, his curiosity eventually got the better of him and he decided
Ethan was startled by what he saw on his phone, causing him to stand up abruptly. "What!! What is this?" he exclaimed, staring intently at his device. Grandpa Johnson, noticing Ethan's distress, walked towards him to inquire about the problem. As he peered over Ethan's shoulder, he too was taken aback by what he saw on the screen. Meanwhile, Alexander, who was in the vicinity, had a peculiar smile on his face. It was evident that he knew something that the others didn't. He then spoke up, "That's the consequence for provoking me. To get him back, you know what to do." His enigmatic tone hinted that he was involved in the situation somehow. Ethan's initial shock soon turned into anger as he processed the implications of what he saw. "You shit. Kill him," he roared furiously, directing his rage towards Alexander. As the gangsters closed in on Alexander, he acted quickly, saying "Hold on, before you do anything, you better call your boss and ask if Alexander is to be touched. Otherwise
In the dimly lit room, obscured by shadows, a figure stood motionless behind a towering chair. Dressed entirely in black, their face remained hidden, shrouded in mystery. It was impossible to discern whether this enigmatic presence was human or something altogether otherworldly. As if on cue, another figure entered the room, dropping to their knees in front of the high-backed chair. "Master," the newcomer whispered, their voice thick with trepidation. "There have been movements from the other side." The room was still and silent, save for the rhythmic breathing of the two men. Eventually, the master spoke, his voice resonating with a deep, guttural timbre. "How large?" "Nothing major, master," the kneeling man replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I have a feeling that something is about to occur." A low, thoughtful sound emanated from the master as he mulled over the information. Finally, he spoke again, his voice edged with a sense of purpose. "It seems that the time ha
Ethan's father, Daniel Blackwell, sat across from a cloaked man in a private room at a restaurant. At that moment, he received a phone call. After the call, he had a satisfied grin on his face and said, "It's done." The man seated across from him was attired in a somber black cloak, lending an air of mystery and intrigue to his appearance. The two men shared a moment of silent contemplation, each engrossed in their phones, before the man in black finally spoke up. "You should be aware that you do not possess the power to coerce or persuade me into accepting a job offer from you," he said, his voice low and measured. His tone carried an implicit warning, suggesting that any attempt to manipulate or deceive him would not be taken lightly. The man's eyes narrowed, hinting at a deeper intensity beneath his composed exterior. He seemed to be sizing up his interlocutor, weighing his words and evaluating his character. "I hope that you intend to honor your commitments and fulfill your pro