Why did Sam choose Zengent Hotel for the meeting with Drake?
Zengent Hotel was one of the most popular, luxurious and expensive hotels in Cranfield. Booking a room or talk of anything in Zengent Hotel, shows the person’s capability, influence and affluence.He deliberately took Drake there so that he wouldn't be taken as a ridiculous person he thought Jones took him to be. To oppress Drake and keep him within reach, that was also part of Sam’s plan.Drake and Sam met some hours after Sam saw Jones and Lana. Drake was really impressed by how he was treated. Different assorted food, expensive drinks and glamorous halls were available for them.Zengent Hotel was not for the weak to be sincere.There were about three levels of bookings in the hotel. Great land for the rich people, Grand Earth for the wealthy and billionaire fellows and Grandeur Universe for the trillionaires.Sam booked Grand Earth despite him being sacked to intimidate Drake. Though he was not a billionaire, he had a secret share in the hotel and the manager was his intimate friend. If not for the ticket given to Drake, he might have found it difficult to be on the Grand Earth.“Are all these drinks and delicacies for us, Sam?”“Yes, they are, mostly for you. I want you to know that our affairs will be fruitful.”“That's awesome. I will make sure we see to its greatest accomplishment with all my capability.”“Good. Getting into the business, we will strike him tomorrow morning by kidnapping his wife. And we will call him for other deals afterwards.”“I will make room for that.”Throughout their arrival and conversation at the hotel, Drake was just smiling with something hidden in his heart. He helped the Manager of the hotel get the position.But he didn't want Sam to know that until later.“And if we are able to nail him,Sam!” He gestured unceremoniously “And I become the heir of the Mackin family, I will flood this place with a fashionable celebration.”“Hun!” Sam was taken aback.“Yes, let's go to work!”They dispersed.***Before Lambo could get to Jones, Lana’s parents had called Jones.When they were assaulting Lambo by then, he dropped the contract document consciously unconsciously so that if they failed to turn up, he wouldn't have any regrets for seriously dealing with them.They were full of regrets for their misdeeds done against Jones in his poor life and the recent.“Mr Jones, we are so sorry for our misbehavior. It…it was done out of ignorance.” Lana's father stuttered on the phone.Jones was almost busted into laughter when he heard Lana’s mother was talking in undertones, “Even if we are not given any house and money, the contract is enough for our lives.”Yes, he has hooked them. They talked to him with total respect he didn't expect they could put forward.“Sir, if you don't mind, can we come to you to apologize so that you will know we are so sorry?”“No, it's okay, you can do that later.”“Are you sure you are no more angry at us, Jones?” Bella interrupted her husband.“No…has she agreed to the contract’s terms and conditions?” He asked with a thick voice.“No…I mean yes! Don't worry she has agreed even before telling her.”“Yes, she has no other will but to accept.” Bella buttressed his point.“She should be ready for me. I will send my guys to come and pick anytime between this evening and tomorrow morning because I will give her whatever she wants to show my true love to her.”“And I want to make the marriage one of the most elegant in Cranfield. She will also need to go shopping for herself.”“Okay, Mr Jones. We will get back to you on that.”“I want you to note that everything depends on your final decision. If you fail to convince her, be prepared to reap what you have sown.”They ended the call.After the call ended, Bella and Gesh called Lana to the seat. Lana was surprised to learn about the wealthy contract and thought it would be a life changer for her.But something struck her mind, she remembered how badly they, she and her parents, had treated him. Those disgrace moments her parents had shown Jones, most especially, the last one they did, apart from accusing him of rape.Jones may have revenge…she thought.Though she might be in wealth and fame and her parents might be in non-underrated pomp, the kind of Jones that showed her deep love before can not be like the present one again.The contract seemed like a trap for her that would bend her to his feet although Lana had felt remorseful and regretted her ignominious acts towards Jones.Notwithstanding, she still loved him dearly but she was seriously scared of letting her heart fall in the hands of a monster man.“Father…mother…I can't accept the contract. It's dangerous for my life. I'm not strong enough to stand before Jones. I'm guilty father…mother, we are tensely guilty.”“Lana, our lives depend on this contract…will you dare to make a silly decision?”Her mother shouted at her angrily.***Before Lambo could give full details on how he was dealt with, Jones informed him on the new development. “So don't bother yourself, Lambo, they will decide their destiny between this evening and tomorrow morning.”“Okay, Sir. I'm always available at your services.”He was about to leave when one of the subordinates of Lambo came to him with a message.He got some documents in his hand. Lambo thought Lana’s parents had rejected the contract when he set his eyes on it. He shook his head pitifully.“These people have finally doomed themselves.” He murmured.Jones asked interestingly, “Is that the contract document?”“I believe so, master.” Lambo answered hastily.The guy gave it to Lambo who crossed it thoroughly.“Wow! It's good news, Sir!” He said happily.“Have they agreed!”“Yes, Sir. Penultimate Investment Company has transferred the management files to us. Which means you are now the owner of the company, Sir”“Ohh! I thought you were talking about Lana. Anyway, it is good news indeed.”“Be ready to shake the table of the company, Lambo. I don't want people to know I'm now the owner. And you must organize everything perfectly.”“Okay, master.”“Keep your eyes on our shareholders, most especially Drake. If he doesn't reverse his actions, we will make him fall on his face unaware.”“Noted, boss.”“Before it escapes my mind, which hotel have you prepared for my wedding?”“Emperor Hotel and Suites and Zengent Hotel…but prefer Zengent Hotel, Sir.”“Is it worth my money, Lambo?”“Yes, Sir. Apart from being the best in the country, I found out that it has your family name as part of its owner.”“The Mackin family owns the hotel?”“Yes, Sir.”“Then who is that person in my family?”The Zengent Hotel's polished marble floors gleamed under the delicate ambient lighting. Sam walked slowly down the expansive corridor leading to the Grand Earth lounge, his thoughts buzzing.It had been only hours since his last meeting with Jones, and the echoes of that encounter still rang in his mind. But now he was here, not as a man seeking redemption, but as one trying to regain control of a rapidly spiraling situation.Sam’s heart raced as he approached the opulent lounge. He needed to keep up appearances, even if that meant fabricating the very power he had begun to lose.The Zengent was more than just a hotel. It was a symbol of influence and affluence—places like this existed to remind men of their place in the grand hierarchy of society. Sam might not have been at the top, but booking a room here, in the Grand Earth section reserved for the world’s elite, made him feel as if he was. Even if, deep down, he knew that his wealth was starting to slip through his fingers like sa
The heavy gates of the Mackin estate loomed ahead like ancient sentinels guarding a kingdom Mackin Jones had once been cast out of.His fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest of the sleek, black limousine that carried him back to the place where his betrayal had begun. The estate had always been imposing—a monument to wealth, power, and the dominance of the Mackin family. But now, it felt like something else: a battleground.The gates creaked open slowly, their movement labored from disuse. Mackin leaned back, his expression impassive, but his heart hammered in his chest. This wasn’t just a return. It was a reclamation.He had been thrown out like trash, left to fend for himself, humiliated by the very people who were supposed to have his back. But now, he had returned. Not as the downtrodden man they had cast aside, but as a trillionaire, a man who had built an empire from nothing.His driver, a young man who had learned early that silence was golden, brought the car to a ha
Drake’s fists clenched at his sides as he stormed down the hallway, his mind racing with anger and frustration. Mackin’s return had thrown everything into chaos.For years, Drake had been the heir apparent, the one who would take over the family’s empire once Bruno stepped down. But now, Mackin had waltzed back into the picture, and everything was in jeopardy.He had worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to let Mackin take it all away from him.Drake reached his private study, slamming the door shut behind him. His heart pounded in his chest, and he struggled to control the fury boiling inside him. Mackin had always been a thorn in his side, but he hadn’t expected him to return with this much power.Mackin was no longer the weak, broken man they had cast out. He had built an empire, amassed unimaginable wealth, and now, he was threatening to take everything Drake had worked for.Drake paced the room, his mind racing with plans and schemes. He needed to act quickly. If Mackin solidifie
Mackin sat in his office in the city, staring at the skyline as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the glittering buildings. His thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by the battle he knew was brewing within the family.He could sense the resistance—feel the undercurrent of fear and resentment from the old guard. But he wasn’t going to back down. Not after everything he had been through.The door to his office creaked open, and Mackin turned to see Lana standing in the doorway. His breath caught in his throat. She hadn’t changed much in the years since their separation, but her face seemed softer now, worn by guilt and regret. Her once fiery eyes now held a sadness that tugged at Mackin’s heart."Mackin," she said softly, stepping into the room. "Can we talk?"Mackin’s jaw tightened, memories of her betrayal flashing through his mind like a series of painful snapshots. He had once loved her more than anything, trusted her with his heart and his future. But she had
The corridors of the Mackin estate were quiet—the kind of quiet that held secrets. Bruno Mackin lay in his bed, his body a mere shadow of its former self.The once powerful patriarch of the Mackin family now struggled with every breath, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of a man long past his prime. But Bruno’s mind was still sharp, sharper than anyone realized.The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows over the sparse furniture. Mackin stood at the foot of his uncle’s bed, his hands in his pockets, his face an unreadable mask."You’ve come to see me," Bruno croaked, his voice weak but laced with bitterness.Mackin didn’t respond immediately. He stood there, watching the man who had once ruled the family with an iron fist, now reduced to a fragile shell. "I came for answers."Bruno’s eyes flickered with something—fear, perhaps—but he quickly masked it with a sneer. "What makes you think I owe you anything?"Mackin’s gaze never wavered. "Because I know what you did. You w
Drake stormed into his office, slamming the door behind him with such force that the walls rattled. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he fought to regain control.He had never seen Mackin like that before—so cold, so ruthless. It was as if the years had hardened him into someone unrecognizable.Drake’s fingers itched as he reached for his phone, dialling a number he hadn’t used in years. The person on the other end picked up after a single ring.“It’s Drake,” he snapped into the receiver. “I need you to move up the timeline.”There was a pause, followed by a low, gravelly voice. “You sure about this, boss? It’s going to get messy.”Drake’s jaw clenched. “Do it.”He hung up without waiting for a response, his mind racing with plans of sabotage, of destruction. If Mackin thought he could come in and take over, he was sorely mistaken. This was still Drake’s family, his empire, and he would burn it to the ground before he let Mackin have it.The late
Mackin stood on the balcony of his penthouse, gazing out at the city that had once felt so foreign and hostile to him.The twinkling lights of the buildings below stretched out like stars in the night, but tonight, the view brought no solace. The cold wind whipped against his face, but he barely noticed, lost in his thoughts. The weight of victory was heavy on his shoulders. He had taken down Drake, reclaimed his place within the Mackin family, and even avenged his parents’ deaths.But none of it felt like the triumph he had imagined all those years ago when he was destitute and hungry for justice. Instead, there was a hollow emptiness that gnawed at him, a pit in his stomach that refused to leave.Behind him, the sliding door to the balcony creaked open. Mackin didn’t turn, already knowing who it was by the soft footsteps. Lana. She had been staying with him in the penthouse since the night everything had come crashing down. Their interactions had been distant at best, awkward at
Mackin sat across from Lambo in a dimly lit restaurant, the soft glow of the candle on their table casting flickering shadows over their faces.The restaurant was one of Mackin’s newest acquisitions, a high-end establishment known for its discretion. Tonight, they needed that discretion more than ever.Lambo leaned forward, his voice low and urgent."I didn’t want to bring this up before, Mackin, but there’s something you need to know. The power struggle within the family isn’t over."Mackin’s eyes narrowed as he listened intently. He had known that consolidating power within the family would be a challenge, but he had hoped that with Bruno incapacitated and Drake out of the picture, the worst of it was behind him."What are you talking about?" Mackin asked, his voice calm but edged with tension.Lambo glanced around the restaurant, ensuring no one was listening."There are others, Mackin. Allies of Drake. They’ve been quietly amassing support, and they’re not happy with the way thing