In the midst of the busy and bustling city streets of Fairview, a delivery scooter could be seen weaving in and out of traffic, its rider determined to make his deliveries on time. The delivery scooter's engine roared loudly as it accelerated, the rider expertly navigating through the sea of cars and pedestrians. The rider finally arrived at his intended location, a posh and luxurious hotel known as the "Hotel De Glamour". He carefully dismounted from his scooter, mindful not to harm the valuable package he held tightly in his grasp. The majestic architecture of the hotel impressed him as he walked towards the reception area, filling him with an overwhelming sense of wonder. As he approached the front desk, he announced his purpose, "Good day. I have a scheduled delivery to make. I need to drop off a package at the designated location." The receptionist, who exuded an air of sophistication responded, "Welcome to Hotel De Glamour sir. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I need to
Alexander's face was contorted with anger and hurt as he stared at his wife, Emily. He had never felt so betrayed in his life, and his heart was pounding with rage. "How could you do this to me?" he spat out, his voice thick with emotion. "After everything i've done for you, you still do something like this?" But instead of shrinking back in fear or remorse, Emily met his gaze with equal intensity, her own eyes blazing with fury. "What have you done for me?" she shot back, her voice trembling with anger. "You think just because married me, that means you own me? That you can control my every move?" Even though she had a strong suspicion that the young man in the room with her had intentionally arranged this situation, she no longer felt concerned as she knew that she had already been exposed. Alexander's mouth opened in protest, but Emily cut him off with a bitter laugh. "You don't even know what suffering is," she said, her voice dripping with bitterness. "Thanks to you, I'm a laug
A piercing screeching sound jolted Alexander's senses, as if a heavy vehicle was struggling to come to an abrupt stop. The sudden noise left him stunned and a sense of apprehension gripped him, causing him to question his impulsive decision to jump. Perhaps it wasn't the best choice after all, he thought to himself. Just as he was trying to collect his thoughts, a distinguished-looking and elegant man probably in his fifties emerged from the vehicle that had screeched to a halt. The man's authoritative voice boomed out, commanding him to stop. Alexander's heart raced with nervous energy as he watched the man approach him, wondering who he was. "Young master, it's time to take over the assets not the time to die" The well-dressed man approached Alexander, he executed a graceful bow, displaying a sense of respect and formality. "Why are you calling me 'young master'?" Alexander asked, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of suspicion. The well-dressed man let out a weary si
After laying eyes on his birth certificate and a handful of other official documents that confirmed his identity, Alexander was left in a state of utter shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was it really possible that he was who these papers said he was? Turning to Jameson, the butler of the Greece family, he posed the question that was on his mind: "Is it really true? Am I really...?" Jameson replied with a solemn nod, as if he understood the gravity of the situation better than anyone. Alexander was filled with a jumble of different emotions, unable to process them all at once. One moment, he had been living a life of poverty, feeling like there was no hope left and was about to end it all, in the next he was being told that he was the heir to one of the most powerful families in the entire country. It was difficult to put into words just how much this revelation had upended Alexander's life. The implications were staggering. He was overwhelmed by the weight of resp
"Doctor!! Doctor!! Nurse!!" Alexander yelled as he ran frantically through the hospital corridors. He couldn't find his mother and was extremely worried. He had become rich and wanted to share the news with his mother and make sure she was healthy, but she was nowhere to be found. Alexander's heart was racing, and he was filled with fear. "Be quiet!" someone passing by scolded him. But Alexander ignored them and rushed to the doctor's office. He knew it was late at night and the hospital was supposed to be quiet, but he didn't care. His mother meant everything to him. As he arrived at the doctor's office, he pushed the door open with force and demanded, "Doctor, where is my mother?" The tall, thin doctor with glasses looked at him puzzled and asked angrily, "Who is your mother, young man? And how dare you barge in here?" The security guards working in the hospital had already begun making their way towards the Doctor's office. They had been notified of someone causing a disturb
The following morning, the members of the Johnson family were in a frenzied rush to gather at their ancestral home. The patriarch of the family, Grandpa Johnson, had urgently summoned them for a meeting. The tone and manner in which the message was conveyed made it evident that this was a matter of great significance. Last night, after Emily had made a proposal for the divorce with Alexander, the atmosphere in the house became tensed and silent, there were no further discussions about it until this morning when Emily informed everyone of the meeting at the ancestral home stating it was also mandatory for Alexander to attend. Of course, the happiest in the house after hearing Emily's proposal of divorce was her mother, Esther. The only comment she made after that was, "Oh! Good riddance," In the past, Alexander wasn't usually allowed to the meetings of the members of the Johnson family. The Johnson's saw him as an eyesore and did not view him as a part of their family, hence why the
Hearing that name and the sound of the voice, Alexander's expression turned dark and dismal. It wasn't the first time he had crossed paths with Ethan. The initial encounter had taken place at the hotel, and now, Ethan was proposing to his wife, despite not being officially divorced yet. This was a huge insult to Alexander, and he couldn't help but feel angry and resentful towards Ethan. In stark contrast to Alexander's reaction, Grandpa Johnson, who was sitting in the most prominent seat in the Johnson's meeting hall, got up to welcome Ethan with open arms. He didn't care about Ethan's status, even though he was just the young master of the Blackwell family. In fact, Ethan had a higher status than Grandpa Johnson, who was only the head of a third rate family. The other members of the Johnson family also rushed out to greet Ethan, including Esther, Emily's mother, who was overly enthusiastic about his visit. Esther saw Ethan's proposal as a chance to secure a life of luxury for her da
As Alexander rode his scooter, he couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness that had been lingering within him. Wanting to distract himself from his thoughts, he decided to head to a nearby bank to check his balance and withdraw some cash as he needed to purchase a new phone that would allow him to access his email and check the responsibilities of the heir of the Greece family. Before leaving his house to the meeting earlier, he had messaged someone at work, informing them that he wouldn't be able to come in today. He was planning to go to work either later that day or the next day to tender his resignation. Entering the bank, Alexander was greeted with a sight that he wasn't particularly fond of - a long queue of regular people waiting to be served at one counter, and an empty VIP counter. Not wanting to waste any time waiting ,he walked towards the VIP center. As he approached the counter, he was met with a cold reception from the blonde haired lady sitting there. She had
The onslaught of attacks was directed at Alexander, but rather peculiarly, it appeared as though they merely struck an invisible barrier before vanishing into thin air. This unexpected turn of events washed over Isabelle with a profound sense of relief, momentarily alleviating her apprehensions. However, her newfound comfort was abruptly replaced by a more profound sense of concern as she observed Alexander, who remained motionless, with his eyes firmly shut in an unsettling manner."Young Master!" Isabelle cried out once more, her voice trembling with anxiety, but there was still no sign of response from him.Notifying Lord Pluto and the rest of the group, she swiftly attempted to rush to Alexander's aid. However, an insurmountable obstacle barred her path, a formidable and turbulent force akin to an unyielding gale, effectively halting her advance.In a synchronized effort, both Captain Tiger and Captain Skeleton also endeavored to reach Alexander's side, but they, too, found the
Alexander wore a confident smile as he responded, "In the event of a clash between our forces, the outcome would undoubtedly be in our favor. While it's true that both of our factions possess great strength, the critical distinction lies in my approach. I don't merely seek personal power; I am dedicated to empowering my people. Behind me stand formidable martial artists and skilled weapon users, all contributing to our collective might."Captain Tiger guffawed heartily in response, "Our troops, in essence, serve as expendable pawns and sacrificial lambs – or, to put it bluntly, they're our meatshields. As leaders, it's our duty for our people to be willing to lay down their lives for us. The caveat is that we rely on their sacrifices to keep our operations afloat. Yet, as long as Captain Skeleton and I maintain our personal strength, it's sufficient to strike fear into our adversaries. This, in turn, ensures that our men don't meet their end quite so easily."With a sarcastic clap, Al
Alexander observed as Lord Pluto and his companions rose from the ground. Approaching them, he inquired, "Do you find yourselves persuaded?"Lord Pluto responded with a nod, lowering his head in acknowledgment. "Completely convinced," he affirmed.Terry and Townsend also signaled their agreement with affirmative nods. Isabelle, on the other hand, didn't need to express her belief; she had unwaveringly trusted Alexander from the beginning.Having settled the matter, Alexander addressed Isabelle with determination, saying, "There's no time for extensive preparations. Gather our people; we must march to battle immediately. Today, we shall seize control of Rhode Island."Isabelle responded with a nod, her smile reflecting her readiness, and she swiftly dispatched Terry and Townsend to carry out the orders.Alexander then turned to Lord Pluto, acknowledging the urgency, and said, "I'm certain your people are already preparing. Instead of coming here, they should head straight to where the
Upon disembarking from the vehicle alongside Lord Pluto, Alexander was met with a chorus of salutes from the newly formed merger of the Xander Mercenaries, their respect palpable in the air.With a gracious smile adorning his face, Alexander returned the salute to his loyal comrades. Meanwhile, a quartet of individuals, comprising Isabelle, Damien, Terry, and Townsend, made their way toward the charismatic duo of Alexander and Lord Pluto.Isabelle, ever conscious of the company present, initially exhibited a degree of restraint in her demeanor, but Alexander, driven by the warmth of their reunion, paid no heed to the onlookers and proceeded to embrace Isabelle, reaffirming their strong bond.He gently murmured into her ear, "You've put in a tremendous amount of effort," his words soft and reassuring. After sharing a heartfelt embrace that lasted for approximately two minutes, he released her from their warm hug. Isabelle found herself inundated with a whirlwind of emotions, yet she
"What one?" Alexander inquired, his brow furrowing in confusion as he struggled to grasp the gravity of Lord Pluto's words.In response, Lord Pluto's voice carried a somber tone as he recounted a past conversation, "During our initial encounter, Isabelle shared her audacious ambition with me – to conquer Rhode Island and emerge as the dominant power. I warned her that the existing peak forces in the region were formidable, and it seemed an insurmountable task, but she remained resolute."With a weary sigh, Lord Pluto continued to divulge, "I've taken precautionary measures since then; I've summoned my loyal followers and fortified my territory to shield it from external influences. It's not that I plan to betray them, but I'm not willing to jeopardize my life either so it's better i remain on the sidelines. Isabelle once mentioned that if her young master were present, dealing with these forces would be a breeze. Seeing you, you appear quite ordinary, which makes me wonder if she exag
Alexander found himself escorted by a group of heavily armed men who guided him through the encampment, ultimately leading him to their authoritative figure. The commanding presence he met was none other than Lord Pluto, the formidable leader of the Plutonian Force whom Isabelle was familiar with it.The Plutonian Force, the mercenary force that had recently isolated themselves and had strategically fortified their encampment, shutting themselves off from external affairs. Yet, the part of the coast where Alexander had made his unexpected arrival fell within their territory.Curiously, this region had been left less guarded, as the Plutonians didn't anticipate any visitors attempting to access their territory by sea, considering the treacherous waters teeming with wildlife posed a significant deterrent.So it was truly a surprise to see Alexander come from there.It was a genuine shock to witness Alexander emerge from that particular location."Kneel!" In a tense moment, one of the a
Alexander approached Freya with a graceful stride, lowering his head in a polite bow as he spoke, "I extend my heartfelt gratitude."He then turned his attention to Uncle Three and performed a similar courteous gesture, expressing his appreciation, "Thank you for your assistance."Uncle Three, a jovial twinkle in his eye, replied with a chuckle, "Oh, I didn't really contribute much. Had it not been for this powerful lady here, my second brother might have persisted."Alexander's lips curled into a warm smile, his appreciation unwavering, "Nevertheless, your decision to come here alone carries great significance."Uncle Three acknowledged the gravity of the situation with a nod, "I understand that you have important matters to discuss with her. I'll take my leave now, leaving you to your conversation."Alexander gave a subtle nod, his eyes locked on Uncle Three as his figure slowly faded from view. Before Alexander could utter a word, Freya's voice resonated with a mix of understandin
Uncle Three experienced a profound sense of shame due to Freya's words. Despite his unwavering faith in Alexander, he couldn't deny that Alexander's opponent possessed superior skills and abilities. Nevertheless, he made a deliberate choice to maintain his silence, mirroring Freya's stance. Uncle Three harbored an unspoken commitment that if ever Alexander found himself in mortal peril, he would instantly and unhesitatingly rush to his aid, ready to face any danger to protect his young master.Alexander and Silas remained entangled in their fierce battle. In this latest skirmish, the formidable force of their clash propelled Alexander, once more, to be forcefully hurled to the unforgiving ground. However, instead of immediately pursuing his fallen opponent, Silas chose to bide his time and observe, patiently allowing Alexander to rise on his own accord. Silas anticipated the moment of vulnerability that would arise when his adversary got back on his feet, ready to seize any opportu
Deep within the recesses of Uncle Two's mind, an intense desire burned within him, one he could scarcely admit even to himself. It was a wish, a sinister yearning, to violently dismantle Freya's world and force her to witness his merciless confrontation with Alexander. This desire was so powerful that it coursed through his every thought, yet he refrained from acting on it.Two primary reasons compelled Uncle Two to exercise caution. Firstly, he was unable to ascertain the true extent of Freya's abilities or her connections, leaving him in the dark regarding the potential consequences of his actions. Secondly, an overwhelming, ominous pressure seemed to emanate from Freya herself, a formidable force that served as a stark deterrent.Despite the fervent desire to bring Alexander to an end, Uncle Two cherished his own life, a natural instinct that whispered warnings of the grave dangers lurking should he tread recklessly on this treacherous path. In this delicate balance between desi