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
Currently, the White's Group had managed to stabilize their falling stock price, but they faced a new challenge as Alexander was injured and their ally Tom had been attacked. Arthur quickly rushed into Alexander's office and informed him that Tom couldn't come to their aid because he had also been attacked by the Forbes family and Russel simultaneously. "The Forbes family and Russel attacked us at the same time to avoid us reinforcing each other. Young master, Tom can't come over now, he's been attacked as well," Arthur explained, his tone urgent. Alexander's expression was serious as he responded, "What happened to Tom? Is he okay?" "I'm not sure, young master. But from what I heard, his stronghold was attacked and his home was attacked as well," Arthur answered. "No worries, just stick to the plan. The Forbes might be a powerful family, but I'm no pushover either. Their business is highly dependent on a rare raw material, and what they do not know is that their supply chain is vu
Tom, who was tied to a chair and bleeding from a gunshot wound, was facing Russel, who was seated in another chair. Alexander and Isabel had parked their car a distance away and were approaching Tom's location cautiously, when the sound of the gunshot had halted their advance. Russel, who was seated across from Tom, mocked him for his fall from grace. He spoke of how Tom was once a feared ruler of the underground world but had now become weak and submitted to the White's Group. "You know, I actually heard so many legends about you in the past, how you ruled the underground with an iron fist," Russel said with a sneer. "But now you've become so weak that anybody can deal with you. Your control is loose. And the most annoying part, you submitted to the White's Group." Tom grunted with pain but didn't let Russel's words go unchallenged. "How about you? Submitting to the Forbes family. What's the difference between me and you?" Russel laughed once more as his arrogant demeanor rose. "S