Karla, growing suspicious, muttered, "Why did Abigail leave to answer the call?" Duncan, emphasizing the need for privacy, responded, "Some matters require discretion, Karla." In Abigail's absence, Karla's gaze shifted between Duncan and Xia who was standing some meters away, searching for answers. The tension in the surroundings heightened until Abigail returned, offering an apology for the interruption.Karla, unable to contain her curiosity, asked, "Who was it?" Abigail hesitated for a moment before revealing, "It was my uncle." Karla, eager to know more, asked," Who's your uncle?" But Abigail remained silent, staring at her with an intensity that conveyed something else. Duncan, catching the weight of Karla's suspicion, looked at her with a knowing expression. "Karla, I know you think Abigail has secrets, but sometimes appearances can be deceiving. People have their reasons for privacy."Karla sighed, realizing Duncan's point. "Yeah, you're probably right. I just can't sh
As the call ended, Duncan turned to Karla, a mix of determination and concern in his eyes. "Karla, this is something I have to do. Trust me, I'll handle it. Just promise me you won't tell anyone about what's about to happen."Karla, reluctantly agreeing, nodded. "I promise, Duncan. But you better keep your promise to come back."With that, Duncan headed out hoping Karla would keep the promise she made to him, leaving Karla with a sense of unease. Outside the premises of the Walton Domicile, Duncan stepped into his waiting car, the engine humming as Jack, his personal guard, prepared to take him to the Lennart company as initially instructed. However, Duncan interrupted, "Jack, change of plans. Drop me off before Dot Woods."Jack, accustomed to such deviations, nodded and adjusted the route accordingly. The car cruised through the city, the streets gradually transforming as they neared the designated location. After a relatively long drive, Duncan instructed Jack to stop at a dis
The following day, Inside the hideout, Duncan entered to find Sarah, Walker, and the rest of the team armed and ready. They gathered around a table, maps and blueprints spread out before them.Walker acknowledged Duncan's arrival, "Duncan, we've been going over the plan again. Ready to lead?"Duncan, holding a map, replied confidently, "Let's do this. I'll lead the way." The group moved out, navigating cautiously through the dense woods toward Gregg's hideout. The atmosphere was tense, each step bringing them closer to the heart of Gregg's criminal operations. At Gregg's Mafia group hideout, the scene was a stark contrast to the quiet anticipation outside. Laughter echoed through a large, dimly lit hall where Gregg lounged on a rocking chair, engaged in conversation with Rhino, his friend. They discussed drugs and their illicit business, particularly women trafficking. Meanwhile, a woman seductively vied for Gregg's attention, earning his praises. As the discussion continued,
Getting just a few steps away from Gregg, Duncan tossed aside the man he held captive, his gun trained on Gregg. The dim light cast a sinister glow on Duncan's determined face as he pointed the weapon directly at Gregg. Gregg, seeing Duncan up close, recognized the face that had haunted his memories. "Archi, you're dead," he muttered, a mix of shock and defiance in his tone. Duncan, smirking at the misidentification, understood the confusion. Gregg shook his head, rephrasing, "You're not Archi, but..." His words trailed off as Duncan, with a calculated roll of the revolver, declared, "Your game ends today." Inside the hideout, the air was thick with the weight of their shared history, and the confrontation seemed inevitable. Duncan, resolved to bring justice, and Gregg, grappling with the unexpected twist, faced each other in a showdown that would unveil buried secrets. Meanwhile, outside the territory, Abigail cautiously made her way inside, attempting to understand the unf
Some hours later, In the elegant living room, tensions brewed as Marcus and Zinnia confronted Ma'am Luna. The air was thick with frustration and disapproval. The matriarch sat in the center, her figure composed despite the storm around her, with other family members occupying their own corners. Marcus, his anger palpable, launched into his tirade. "Grandmother, I can't fathom why you entrusted Duncan with such a crucial responsibility. He has proven to be nothing but a total loser. He skips work, doesn't show up on some days, and less than 24 hours before the presentation, he hasn't even shared the presentation with us. Last night, he returned home late, and this morning, he left early without a word. It's unacceptable." Zinnia, echoing her brother's sentiments, stepped forward. "I stand with Marcus on this, grandmother. Duncan's lack of seriousness is appalling. You've granted him undeserved privileges for too long, and he's taken advantage of both you and us." Lisa and Isab
Entering the hospital, the tension among the trio continued to escalate. At the reception counter, Zinnia faced an earful from the nurse who had tried to reach out to her earlier without success. In an impolite manner, Zinnia shunned the nurse, demanding to be directed to Duncan's location. Witnessing Zinnia's unexpected outburst, the onlookers in the hospital lobby recognized her as a public figure. In an attempt to salvage the situation, Ma'am Luna stepped in, apologizing to the nurse on Zinnia's behalf. She explained that Zinnia was only expressing concern about Duncan's condition and that her mannerisms may be lacking due to the worry. The nurse offered a guide to Duncan's location, and the trio followed the directions. Along the way, Zinnia continued to grumble about the hospital staff, prompting Ma'am Luna to warn her to behave appropriately. Arriving at Duncan's ward, they were met by the attending doctor who stepped out to explain Duncan's critical condition. The doctor
Karla's breath caught in her throat as Duncan winked at her, dispelling the tension that had gripped the room. "Duncan…you're awake?" she stammered, surprised by his sudden shift. "Yeah," he replied, sitting up on his elbow and casually removing the oxygen mask, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You like my acting?" Karla's initial shock turned into frustration. She straightened up, clenching her fists in front of his face. "Are you serious, Duncan? You are kidding at this moment?" Duncan furrowed his eyebrows, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Karla, I was just…" "Shut up! You probably don't know how worried I was earlier. I was about to die of worry, you know. Now you are thinking it's funny?" "I'm not kidding. I know I got you fretting, but it was never my intention. I had this worked out, you know?" He smiled, attempting to lighten the mood, but it only fueled Karla's anger. "You are going to die now!" she threatened, attempting to hit him. However, he quickly grab
Karla sighed, a blend of irritation and amusement in her expression. "You're unbelievable, Duncan. One of these days, your prank will be the end of me."Duncan, still holding her close, grinned mischievously. "But admit it, it was a good one."Karla, torn between annoyance and affection, finally managed a smile. "Fine, it was a good one. But promise me, no more acting like you're unconscious. Ever." Duncan nodded, his eyes reflecting sincerity. "Promise. Now, can we get back to a less dramatic evening?" Karla rolled her eyes, but a small laugh escaped her. Letting go of her previous worry, Karla took a deep breath, attempting to compose herself. "You're always worried about me, Karla. I don't appreciate that," Duncan said, releasing his grip on her. "Quit doing that, okay?""No. I won't," she replied firmly, her gaze unwavering as she looked directly into his eyes."Why…?""It's because I love you so much, and you know it.""Karla, I know, but…""It's fine." She held up her ha