"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
“Hello, Mr. Surfing Teacher.” Rohan turns towards the sweet voice. It is Sara Crowder, exactly the person he wanted to see. “Well, hello, Miss Sara Crowder,” Rohan greets. “What brings you to this humble place?” Rohan is in a cafe, working on some legal papers for the surfing school and shop. He is also hoping that he will come across Sara Crowder. As Roy mentioned, Sara made plans to return to the beach resort where they first met. “I was hoping to find you here,” she answers as she settles into the chair opposite him. “What are you doing?” “Just some papers.” “I’m open for surfing lessons if you have forgotten to ask.” This time, he smiles at her. “And when will that be?” “How about tomorrow?” she asks, leaning closer toward him. He leans towards her as well–as if he is drawn to her presence. “Are surfing lessons really what you have in mind?” “Nope,” she admits, smiling mischievously. “There are too many eyes in the city. If I want to flirt with you, I need to do it somew
Without another word, Sara leads Rohan out of the crowded club and into the cool night air. They walk in silence until they reach her private beach hut. She fumbles with her keys for a moment before finally opening the door.Once inside, she takes his hand and leads him to her bedroom. The room is dark except for the soft glow of a lamp on her nightstand. Sara turns to face him, her eyes dark with desire in the flickering light.Without warning, she steps forward and presses her lips to his. Rohan is surprised for only a moment before he responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.As they kiss, Sara’s hands begin to roam over Rohan’s body, and he feels a growing sense of arousal. He breaks away from her lips and looks into her eyes.“Sara, I think I want you,” he admits huskily.“Then take me,” she replies, her own voice low and sensual.With that, Rohan begins to undress her, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. As he peels off her clo
Rosalyn and Rohan arrive at the gambling den with a mixture of nervous anticipation and excitement. As they walk through the entrance, they take in the sight before them. The walls are adorned with intricate mosaics of animals, plants, and stars.“This place is beautiful,” Rohan says, his voice audible over the soft music that plays in the background.Rosalyn nods in agreement, her gaze darting from one detail to the next.A tall, slender woman with long, dark hair and pale skin approaches them. She is wearing an extravagant dress with a long train of fabric trailing behind her.“I am the usherette,” she says with a smile.“That’s a nice dress,” Rosalyn comments.“I knew you will like it! When I heard you will come, I tried to make myself as striking as I possibly can!”“You didn’t fail in that regard,” she says. “You like to become a model?”“Oh god, yes, please! Mrs. Rosalyn Rugge, I am a fan of yours!”Rosalyn smiles. “Well then, here you go,” she adds, handing her a calling card.