Regaining her voice, Ma'am Luna shot a disapproving look at Gregg and hissed, “You must be stupid, Gregg! How could you think of such an option?”Gregg's smirk widened. “That's the only option, and…”“Kidnapping and killing Zelda isn't our last option!” Laila interjected, her voice filled with disdain. “You're sick in the head for thinking so.”“What do you mean? Do you have any other way to save yourselves from this mess? No! We just need to kidnap her and pull her son to us. Period!”“Gregg, listen to yourself. Do you think she's an ordinary human that you can kidnap? She's Zelda Walton,” Ma'am Luna remarked, eying Gregg sternly. “It's impossible to kidnap her. There are dozens of security guards and police personnel around just that one woman. How can you kidnap her?”“We can kidnap her,” Gregg corrected. “It's a ‘we’ thing and not a single man's work.”“God forbid me to be involved in such a dirty act. I won't!” Laila vehemently declined. Gregg, undeterred, continued, “Let me
In the midst of the Lennart mansion's atmosphere, Duncan emerged from the kitchen, a bottle of water in hand, his lips adorned with a smile as he tuned into the news about Rhino's arrest on TV.Zinnia, descending from upstairs, hesitated to approach him with her question when Gregg's name echoed through the news. Bella, seemingly unaware of the tension, remarked, “Oh my, there are lots of criminals roaming freely in this city.”Lisa, catching Zinnia's gaze fixed on the TV, voiced her suspicion, “And we never can tell, Mother. Some might be living in our midst.”Zinnia, lost in contemplation about the police finding Gregg, displayed an off expression, prompting Lisa to inquire, “What's wrong, Zinnia? You look like your father is the criminal whose search has heightened and reward money has been doubled for anyone who finds him.”“What are you trying to insinuate?” Zinnia asked, walking up to Lisa. “My father is no criminal, and your father, Uncle George, knows that well.”“Do not dr
As he approached the room, Duncan hesitated to enter when he overheard Zinnia engaged in a phone call.“I don't care, Father. I need you to eliminate Duncan as soon as possible or I will never really consider you as my father. Okay. I will keep note of his movement while you prepare some of your men to carry out his elimination. I want him gone within the next 7 days, and it must happen. Bye.” She ended the call. Duncan, smirking at the irony, entered the room. Zinnia, seemingly in high spirits, turned to face him with a smile, unaware of his eavesdropping earlier.“You look so happy,” Duncan observed.“Duncan, I really am,” Zinnia silently admitted, her tone carrying a sinister edge. “You will die soon, and that's great news to me.” She straightened her shoulders and left the room without giving him any further response. Duncan, now privy to the unfolding schemes against him, contemplated his next moves in this intricate chess game of deception and betrayal. The following day, D
When Duncan found himself unable to utter a single word, Abigail, desperate and teary, grew closer, taking hold of his hands.“Duncan, look, I've always loved you starting from the very first day I saw you. No, actually, it started from the moment you showed me care. I thought it was just an infatuation and it would go, but it didn't. My love for you kept growing day after day, week after week, month after month. Duncan, you're the one I need to keep living. And I don't think I've ever asked God for anything so badly than that he should make you accept me. I truly love you and I want to grow old with you. I want to give birth to your children. I want to be with you. Please, don't reject me.”Duncan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, compelling Abigail to pull him into a tight hug. She clung to him desperately, as if holding onto a lifeline.“ Duncan, say something. Please.”Duncan, grappling with his emotions, was unsure of what to say. The revelation blindsided him,
The following morning, Duncan decided to see his mother at the Walton Domicile. He has promised to have breakfast with her and check up on his sick grandfather. He left the Lennart mansion before anyone else could. As he headed to the bus station, he felt an unusual tension in the air. Unbeknownst to him, a group of men was cautiously trailing him. Sensing something amiss, he decided to take a different route, attempting to outsmart his potential pursuers. The first man, whispering, said to his fellows, “He's onto us. Be careful.” Duncan, navigating the unfamiliar path, grew wary of the persistent presence behind him. The men, determined to capture him, exchanged glances, adjusting their strategy. Another one said, muttering, “We can't let him reach the bus station. Move faster!” Meanwhile, Duncan, quick on his feet, managed to evade their clutches and reached the bus station just in time. Breathing a sigh of relief, he observed the displeasure on the faces of the men who
Abigail tilted her head, a wry smile forming. "He usually keeps things from you before and tells me everything, but now the tables are turned. Pff, I think it's going to be awkward going forward.""He didn't say whether he accepted your love or rejected you, though," Karla pointed out."A true man he is. Well, he rejected me.""Oh," Karla responded, a mix of surprise and sympathy in her tone. She didn't know how to feel but wanted to make Abigail feel a bit better at that moment. “Maybe…he needs time to process things. You know, he's having a tough time now.” Abigail poured another glass of wine and chuckled bitterly. "Tell me about it. His rejection was as cold as ice. It feels like I lost my chance, but I had to confess before it was too late." Karla empathized with her. "Like I said before, maybe he needs time to process everything. It's a complicated situation for him."Abigail shook her head. "I doubt it. He made it clear that he doesn't love me and that there's someone els
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Inside an eccentric-looking house, Gregg sat across from Rhino, whose expression reflected a mix of fury and hope. The room, dimly lit, added an air of secrecy to their conversation."Rhino, my man, I gotta hand it to you. Escaping police custody is no small feat," Gregg praised, a sly grin on his face as he acknowledged Rhino's audacious escape. Rhino, though still seething with anger, couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment at Gregg's approval. "Had to pull some strings, you know. Can't let those cops hold me down."Gregg chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You always find a way to keep things interesting. Now, what's the plan? You're not just here to bask in your successful escape, are you?" Rhino's eyes glinted with determination. "Burton Investments. I want in, and I want to take it down from the inside."Gregg's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a gleam of admiration in his eyes. "Well, well. Looks like we've got ourselves a grand scheme. Count me in, Rhino. Let's b