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The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty one
Madame Maria was shocked to hear Madame Sharon was in her compound. She stood in front of her widely-opened door, waiting as the gateman opened the gate and Madame Sharon drove in.She frowned, came out of her house, and stood on the porch, still looking confused.She hasn't seen a reason to go after Madame Sharon after Dylan's promise to her and for some reason, she trusted him. So for Madame Sharon to be in her house, there must be fire burning fiercely on the mountain cause nothing would have brought Madame Sharon's two feet to her home.Coming out of her car, Madame Sharon slammed her door shut and walked toward Madame Maria with a revolted expression. She climbed toward the porch until she was face to face with Madame Maria."What are you doing in my house, Sharon?" Madame Maria questioned with a twisted mouth.Madame Sharon scoffed, her chin up with steady eye contact. "Keep pretending, Maria. I know what you've been up to.""You have to make me understand what you are saying o
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty two
The guy looked around in fear, of course, wondering what happened to him. How he got to the place where his hands were chained against the ceiling, his legs tied to the ground, and surrounded by unfamiliar faces."Where am I?" He asked, his voice enveloped in fear as he looked up at Azure King.Azure King scoffed. "You're not the one asking the question. I am. My first question will have to be…who are you?""I ain't answering shit!" The man spat out in a labored breath. "Tell me where the f*ck am I?"Princess Mane lifted the baton in her hand and whacked the man hard in his side causing him to groan loudly in pain.Azure King chuckled. "There are so many things to do to you…" He said, walking toward a table where he kept his torturing toys.He grabbed one of the cattle prods from the table and spun it in his hands with a manual grin. He pressed a button and a current of electricity sizzled at the end of the prod, casting an eerie light in the room.The man's eyes were fearfully opened
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty three
"Knew you'd be here, dad." Azure King arrived at the golf course in Red's Angels. Lord Owens was playing golf with Sir. George Mallory and one of his executives while talking about how business is going. They were all dressed in casual attire and face caps.Seeing Azure King, he stretched his brow in surprise. "Oh. You're here."Azure King nodded. "Yes. There's something important you need to know."Lord Owens nodded and hollered at the female golf caddy who immediately ran toward him with the luggage caddie and took his golf stick with a bow of respect and fear."Excuse me." Lord Owens said to the executives and he walked further away to talk to Azure King.They soon stopped and he said, "Go on. What did the bastard say?""He said he's a mercenary. He was hired by his assistant boss to kill Dylan." Azure King divulged.Lord Owens's brows knitted together in confusion. "Assistant boss? Who's this assistant boss?""Marcus Lopez." Azure King answered. "He works at…""Davis Steel Industr
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty four
Hermione has been trying to call Martha's cellphone but no reply. It was obvious Martha was screening her calls since the last time they talked, they were left on a bad note.She sighed as she wondered if she should just go to Avant-garde to visit or if she should head straight to Sunset bar where she discovered Dylan was working.She took her bag and stood up from her chair, deciding to meet up with Dylan where he works. She looked at her secretary who was standing in front of her. "I need to head out.""Yes, ma'am." The secretary nodded.Meanwhile, at Sunset bar, Dylan was in deep thought about the information he got from Princess Mane. He looked at her as she sat on the stool in front of the counter. "So, this Kevin is just a mercenary and we have no idea who really wants me dead. That's seriously unflattering.""We'll figure it out. Definitely." Princess Mane assured him. "This is what we do. It's our job. We'll find this Marco Lopez and find out who wants you dead."Dylan looked
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty five
"This is disturbing, Marco. The guy whom you sent to do the job, how come he's unreachable? Don't you see what this means?"Marco gritted his teeth with his hands placed on the round table inside the restaurant they were in. He's been worried too. He has tried to call Kevin numerous times but to no avail and Kevin is not the type to bail.There was something wrong somewhere and he hated how uneasy and anxious he was feeling."Hopefully, he's not caught. Although it doesn't seem to be the case. Just tell me what you need me to do this time and I'll make sure I dread it carefully, Mr. Lance." Marco assured.Mr. Lance sighed and leaned against the chair he was sitting on in deep thought. "There has to be a reason why your mercenary didn't succeed. It couldn't be out of dumb sheer luck, so he wants him trailed. He wants to know everything Dylan is up to."Marco nodded. "That is definitely no…"Marco's phone began to ring. He looked at it and saw it was his daughter. He glanced at Mr. Lanc
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty six
Marco fell to his knees, trembling violently with his head faced downward. He summoned the courage to ask what had been bothering him. "Lord Owens, please, I… I'm curious to know the sin I've committed…"SLAP!!His face swayed to the right as Lord Owens landed a slap on him, then he said in a deep angry voice. "Get the hell up."Marco gulped and stood up obediently.One of the guards in the room took a chair and placed it in the middle. Marco could tell that the chair was for him and it was confirmed since the guard gestured to him to sit on top of it.Marco hesitantly walked toward the chair and sat down. The most scary thing is the fact that he had no idea what Lord Owens had in store for him.Lord Owens with his hands shoved in his trouser, he walked and stood in front of him. "You said you wanna know why you're here. Why I should give a damn about the likes of you…" Then he scoffed with a malicious smirk. "Well, I'll tell you. That's because you committed a huge sin that I'll neve
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty seven
Dylan arrived at a restaurant that was known to be a good meeting spot. He walked into it and he saw Sean sitting on one of the tables waiting for him. He walked toward him with an I don't care attitude. "I hope I didn't make you wait for too long."Sean just scoffed and waited for him to sit down which he did. "And I know you know that we have lots to discuss.""Hmm." Dylan monotonically said and looked at the ring on his finger. "Lots, ah?" He dropped his hand on the table. "I've been so busy that I no longer have time to banter with you.""Let Hermione go and we'll call the feud between us quits. Just tell me how much you want, Dylan. And I'll give it to you."Dylan let out a deep breath and leaned against the chair in thought. "Truly, I'm in need of money but you know how I am. I'm not that cheap of a person.""So why are you making it seem like you are somebody important? From the contract to every other deception. Why are you doing all this?" Sean questioned.Dylan nodded. "Well
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty eight
"What do you think of this spot?" The guy said with a manual grin as they entered the dark alleyway which was in a really rough and abandoned town close to Flame city.Leonard leaped with his crutches as he was hiding behind Dylan and he looked around in fear. It was a place where thugs came to hang out and smoke. It was scary.The guy…Dylan sighed as he got fed up. He looked at Leonard and asked, "Who the hell is that?""James Lance. You won't believe it when I say his father is a prosecutor. A corrupt one I might add. That was why he said he could kill and get away with it. He's a verified thug." Leonard explained in a voice that only Dylan could hear.Dylan looked at James making a call."Yeah, I have someone that I need you to deal with. He dares to dare me, Ishmael."Dylan raised a brow, and chuckled, "So you're calling backup, ah?"James hung the call and looked at him with a self-satisfied smile. "As far as I know, you've got no one, Dylan. I'll mess you up, you might not even