"Elliot! What are you doing to Bash?!" Margareth yelled over the phone.[Hush! Before you regret it, think again about the words that will come out of your mouth. Your actions terrorising Sonia yesterday were not wise. I will settle the score with you about that later,] threatened Elliot with a cold voice.*GULP*Margareth, who had been about to unleash a torrent of curses on Elliot, was forced to stay silent. "B-but you don't have to punish Bash like that."[You can't dictate to me what I can do to your son, who has been so bold in threatening me with my problems. You two have crossed the line, and I don't like your insolent behaviour.]*Click*Elliot unilaterally hung up the phone. Margareth stared at Dexter's cell phone and then screamed as if possessed. Several guards at the Prosecutor's Office rushed to Margareth, asking about her condition.But Dexter dismissed them, patting Margareth's back to try and calm her down."Maybe he has lost his mind..." one of the guards whispered to
"Elliot, I need assurance. That my return to Dustown is not just as a pawn; I'm tired of being played; let me play too," Alex's voice echoed in the mayor's office.He had just returned to Dustown after an exhausting 22-hour flight and went straight to meet Elliot. He didn't want to wait any longer to express the concerns that had kept him up at night after Elliot called and persuaded him to come back to this city.Of course, getting the offer to return to Dustown and take a higher position than the one he held in Singapore was a tempting offer. But deep in his heart, he was still conflicted.He had no reason to return to this city because, unlike the bustling and vibrant Singapore, Dustown was too quiet for his equally lonely heart. The only reason he used to visit this city was Anne. But he knew he had lost Anne when he witnessed her gaze at Rupert. That was not the look Anne had ever given him.Could Anne return to him if he became a man Anne could rely on financially? That's what h
"Darling, we received an invitation from Elliot," Anne reported while kissing the top of my head. My arms were wrapped around her slender waist. I had just finished an online meeting with the managers who were assisting me with my collaboration project with Elliot. Even though if this project succeeded, it would boost Elliot's electability and enhance his reputation, I couldn't sabotage my own project. I unknowingly realised I had become entangled in Elliot's web. That was before I knew that Elliot was the mastermind behind all of Merrick's crimes."What's the event?" I replied, pulling Anne onto my lap, planting a kiss on her neck, which smelled as sweet as spring breeze."Sweetie! Aren't you working right now?" Anne's eyes widened in embarrassment as she tried to break free from my grasp, but I held her."I'm done," I croaked."Ahem, in that case, we'll take our leave, boss," a voice came from my laptop screen. It suddenly dawned on my sluggish brain that I hadn't officially dismiss
"It's mine!" a voice yelled from behind as Anne picked up a blouse displayed on the rack. Her hand stopped mid-air, and she turned to see Camilla.Camilla forcefully snatched the blouse from Anne's hand, "It's not good to take what someone else has set their eyes on," she sneered arrogantly, summoning the store attendant to bring her selection and instructing the attendant to follow her.The seemingly inexperienced intern attendant obediently followed Camilla's command. Anne, not wanting to bother, chose from another aisle to avoid confrontation with Camilla.But as soon as she spotted a cute outfit, Camilla almost magically desired the same outfit Anne was holding, refusing any alternatives offered. Realising that Camilla didn't actually need the outfit she chose but was doing it to annoy Anne, especially since their body sizes were vastly different—Anne was a size 6, and Camilla was a size 10—Anne intentionally browsed around the boutique, pretending to choose clothes she didn't eve
[Eric is dead; the culprit is Bash.] Someone reported to him, and he then disconnected the phone call. His gaze wandered out of the office window."At least one by one, my enemies eliminate themselves, haha. They do it on their own initiative. How fortunate you are, Elliot, not having to dirty your own hands," he praised himself.Not to mention the report on the high-speed train construction handled by Rupert, which boosted his electability in the political arena by 34%. Not bad for a newcomer from a small town like himself. Even his enemies worked for him; how could he not be arrogant? But his wandering mind was disturbed by the emergence of Meha. That day, Sonia came home and lashed out at him after Margareth embarrassed her at the tea party with her socialite friends.His reputation would be ruined if the public knew about his little secret. The image he had built as a perfectly clean official who cared for the people was the opposite of what he had done in the past, neglecting his
*SPLASH*Water flooded Terry's face, startling him awake. He tried to wipe the water from his face, but found that he couldn't move his hands. He couldn't even turn his head left or right. Blinking rapidly, he attempted to take in his surroundings.The woman he had initially intended to kidnap was standing with her hands on her hips beside where he lay bound. The room was small and enclosed, resembling an underground space.‘Where am I?’ he thought.Then he saw a man's face emerge near the woman, a face he recognised all too well."Rupert!" he shouted when he saw me, struggling to free himself from the restraints."Who told you to get rid of Meha?" I asked.Terry remained silent, still trying to break free from his bindings."No one can help you anymore, Terry... The friends you used to rely on are currently dealing with their own troubles. So, if you don't want to cooperate, I can't help you either. No one knows your whereabouts; no one is looking for you. Imagine how unfortunate it
Elliot stared at the message with wide eyes. He wanted to throw his phone to vent the sudden rush of emotions."What a useless young man! He failed his task just like that!! Meha even knows that the task came from me... Truly foolish."Elliot paced back and forth in his office, trying to figure out how to resolve this mess. Now that Meha had discovered his motive, his chance to get rid of her was gone."Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" he cursed inwardly, punching the air to release his frustration. After that, he walked over to the nightstand next to the sofa, poured himself a glass of bourbon, settled onto the couch, and began to analyse the situation.He reopened Meha's message, paying attention to where she might be at the moment, such as an underground room. However, there was a hospital bed in the photo. Where was that?His mind flashed to Rupert. ‘Could it be that he helped Meha? I remember that Terry isn't just an ordinary guy; he's been working out at the gym, and his body is bulky. There
"We did it, Meha."I sent a message to Meha, watching from behind the crowd of journalists as Dexter was caught and couldn't find any words to defend his actions, caught red-handed in an attempt to take a life on someone's orders."Who ordered you this time, Commissioner?""Is it true that it was at the behest of Margareth Merrick?""Margareth doesn't like Sonia and intends to get rid of her?"'Wait, why is the focus of the news going in that direction?' I panicked. Someone is exploiting this chaotic situation for their own benefit!"Darn it! I'm again trapped in Elliot's web that spreads like fungal hyphae."***Elliot, who was watching the news live on the TV in his office, panicked. He then contacted one of his acquaintances in the broadcast department and provided a scenario to clear his name."Damn it! Rupert almost had me trapped.""But where are Sonia and Camilla?"Elliot then called Meha's number, but it couldn't connect. He then called Camilla's number, and someone picked up.