Rohan sits in the darkness. His eyes are fixed on the spot on the wall, but his mind is replaying the image of Simone’s broken, damaged face.He jumps at the sudden sound of a knock on the door, jolting him back to reality. He gets up and pulls open the door, and there stands Tyrianne, her expression sympathetic.“Can I talk to you?” she asks.“Come on in,” he answers, opening the door wider for her.Upon sitting in the chair in front of him, she starts, “Mister Hansel, you need to take security better. You should not let Simone and Rosalyn into a single room. Don’t let them meet for a while as well.”He shakes his head and leans on his swivel chair. “Why? They are mother and daughter.”“Yes, but from what I see, they don’t treat each other like family. Rather, they are rivals for your affection.”His face hardens. “And?”“Rosalyn accidentally destroyed Simone’s face! Surely you understand that Simone prides herself for her beauty?”“And you are meddling because?”“Hansel!” she scolds
The aftermath of the incident has shaken Rosalyn. Rohan knows it’s his fault, but now he must do something else—he needs to remove these frustrating sympathies for Rosalyn. If his revenge ever deviates from its path, he will hate himself! He must stick to the plan no matter what!Abruptly, Kyndra’s vision appears in his mind. It is like a raging storm, dark and brooding. Lightning flashes across her angry eyes, and her wild hair streams around her like the wind. He can feel the rage emanating from her as if it’s aimed at him.A sudden knock brings him back to reality. The door is locked, so he drags himself towards it. As he expected, it was the nosy Miss Tyrianne again.“I am not in your charge, Miss Tyrianne. I don’t want your advice,” he says, turning his back on her and moving back to the couch at the center of the room.She follows him and sits on the couch opposite him. “I know you still have a heart, Mr. Crago. And that’s why I think it’s you that we need. Especially after what
Rohan sits in his office. His head is filled with thoughts of Simone, her disfigured face etched into his mind. After her short stint with the psychiatrist, he sent her away, exiled from the mansion she likes. Even with someone like Simone, when he saw the desperate plea in her eyes, he almost could not bring himself to throw her away.And because he sent her to a different country, he had given her a house, a small business, and enough money to get her back on her feet. She didn't like the setup, but she had no choice.However, Miss Tyrianne is all about second chances and hoping that Simone will have a chance at a new life. She also said that he had given her freedom, and Simone didn't even deserve it.There is another knock on the door. Miss Tyrianne gets up from the couch and opens it, revealing Rosalyn."Can I talk to you for a while?" she asks, glancing at Miss Tyrianne. "What is she doing here?""We are talking about her resignation," he lies."Then what will happen to the upke
"Oh, please tell me you agreed to her proposition!" Tyrianne exclaims as Rohan retells her what Rosalyn has offered.“I did,” he answers. "You seem excited.""Why won't I be?! This is the best-case scenario, Mr. Crago! You will have Rosalyn's money without killing her, something that you can't even do!"He can also weaken Walton's financial capacity. However, he hasn't told Tyrianne who among the Twelve Elites is his actual target."By the way, when will you tell me who your primary target among the Twelve Elites is?" she asks as if reading his mind."Can't we just focus on Alston Crowder?" he asks. "He's got a lot of bank accounts in tax havens."Alston Crowder is one of the Twelve Elites, his next target. He is a businessman with many offshore accounts in countries with loose banking regulations. It's done in a way so he can hide his money from any kind of investigation. He also uses shell companies to launder money and uses legal loopholes to avoid paying taxes. And because of that
Rohan makes his way through the dark alleyway, his heart pounding in his chest. This is where Tyrianne mentioned he would find a certain Roy Stoller, the first person they need to reach out to if they want to take the first step in their plan against Alston Crowder. As he walks along the alleyways, he feels a presence looming close by. He stops in his tracks and whirls around, squinting his eyes to make out the figure standing in the shadows. “Who are you?” a deep, stern voice questions. “You look clean, not the drug-addled brain I usually see around.” “My name is Hansel Crago. I am here to meet a Roy Stoller,” he replies. The figure steps out of the shadows, revealing a tall, imposing man. He is dressed in brown jacket and has a severe expression on his face. The figure takes a few steps closer, and Rohan can feel the intensity of his gaze. “What do you want with Roy Stoller?” he asks, still scrutinizing him carefully. “I am here to talk about the incriminating evidence he had a
Rohan approaches the shoreline during sunrise. His gaze is drawn to a stunning figure standing beside a beach chair. She is wiping her body, her hair tied up behind her. She seems alone, and he watches as she twirls her beach towel around her body—her gaze focused on the horizon. He stops short, making it seem as if he is entranced by her beauty. He knows that Roy is standing guard over his mistress a few feet away. Rohan takes a deep breath. He has prepared for this and has been teaching surfing for a month. He studied for it, although he falsified his credentials. Besides, he insisted he work mainly on the admin tasks. “Hello,” he says, approaching Sara Crowder, Alston's younger sister. “Good morning,” he greets. She looks at him from head and toe, deciding whether he is worth her time. Inwardly, he wishes with all his might that he is her type. When she does not speak, he smiles and hands her a flyer. “We have a discount this month for our surfing lessons. You might want to try
Sara picks on her food as they eat. Rohan smiles. Seems like she’s being honest when she says she doesn’t like sweet food.“What is someone like you doing here, anyway?” she asks.“I told you. I am working part-time as a surfing instructor,” he answers. “Although, because I am a beginner, I primarily handle the administrative tasks.”“That’s what I am asking about. Why? You have money of your own. Why not build your own business?”“I like to learn new things.” He pauses before saying, “The ocean is beautiful, and I’ve long wanted to surf.”“Being a Rugge, you can do all that without doing part-time work.”“Hmmm, but I don’t think building a business around this hobby is a good idea.”“So you like surfing, but you don’t love it enough?”He chuckles. “I also don’t enjoy asking Rosalyn for money,” he adds, even if Rosalyn is financing his revenge against the Crowders.“I am guessing this is not your first part-time gig.”He grins. “It’s not. I’ve done part-time to almost everything, so y
It is an exclusive event, and by the time Rohan and Rosalyn arrived, the elegant ballroom is already filled with elites and Rohan can sense the rarified air of power and privilege that these people carry with them.“I really don’t think I should be here,” he whispers to Rosalyn, whose arm is intertwined around his.Rosalyn giggles. Lately, her mood is getting better, even if she already knows why he even approached her in the first place. “Don’t worry, Rohan. You are more good-looking than any of them here.”“I don’t mean physically.”“If it’s financially, you don’t have to worry about it as well. No one can defeat my financial power.” She tiptoes and then places a kiss on his cheeks. “And everything I have, you can use for your revenge,” she whispers.An usherette welcomes them and takes them into one of the tables. Seated, Rohan’s eyes travel around the hall. There is only one reason they attended this party—Sara Crowder—who is sitting in the far corner. She is with an older man wit