Verily, It wasn't common for them to be jumped in their own territory, but now that they were, it proves that their enemies no longer are no longer patiently waiting for the right moment to destroy them. They were going all out in destroying them, and didn't even the slightest, consider what the media would say from news about the Lord's sudden assassination gets out. “Stay here.” Kate ordered and prepared to go outside. Just before she could Alex held her back. “What't going on? And why are you charging out with a gun?” he questioned, agitated. “We are getting attacked by possibly one of the Del Rosarios elite assassins. In the past, when we took down their trafficking ports. We had encountered them, and were able to overpower them. But they have never tried to attack us in our turf before.” She spluttered, and bring out a knife, handing it over to him. “This is because you've been announced as the new Lord. They are desperate, and want you dead. Make sure to protect yourself the
Saying he was distraught would be an understatement, as he felt a mix of bewilderment, anxiety, shock, anger, and, most of all, fear. His mind also mulled over the possibility that his sister might die on her way to the hospital, and if that happened, it would be totally his fault. Her death would hang heavily on his conscience because it was his fault that she was in this predicament. If he hadn't behaved like a child and steadfastly refused to be taken here, both of them wouldn't have come in the first place, and nobody would have been hurt.Though it does beg the question: wouldn't the assassin have just rampaged through this place if they hadn't shown up and done even more damage? Wait... how did they ever know they were heading here in the first place? Because there's no way the Del Rosarios would've sent mercenaries to eliminate them here after his reveal party if they weren't certain that they were heading straight for this house. It struck him. Somebody is selling his enemies i
Alex closed himself off for a moment, using controlled breathing to calm himself. Reflecting on everything that had transpired, it was easy for him to feel overwhelmed and lose his composure. However, with the conscious realization that he was the leader of it all – the Lord – he knew he had to take responsibility and lead when necessary. Understanding that weakness was inconsequential, he steadied himself.Heaving a deep breathe, he motioned to one of the Knight standing guard. He closed the gap between them with few strides. Then Alex Inquired about the torture methods used on enemies. His question was actually a mind-blend, as he didn't believe they would have any. But was stunned to realize that they actually do have torture methods they used on captured enemies to spill the secrets of their employers. Who would have expended that? Definitely not him. It's almost as if whenever he pushed deeper in the rabbit hole of his family, weird things keep unveiling. He surveyed the premise
The man chuckled heartily, revealing broken and bloodied teeth. His sudden amusement unsettled Alex, who was mere breaths away from him. He warned him to quiet down or face more beatings, but the man refused, even going as far as mocking him while continuing to laugh at his ridicules. This struck a chord in Alex, who released a series of punches to his face, not stopping still he could barely hear the man's cackling. Finally after minutes of venting his anger at his face, and his hands mildly swollen. He grabbed the man by the shirt, and pulled him.“Not so amused anymore huh? Tell me now. When Chester tasked you with kidnapping the girl, what information did he provide?” Alex's question was met with several coughs from the man, and him stiffening his face as if contemplating whether to answer. Thinking he was truly going to speak, Alex leaned in to listen, but then the man spat on his face, smirking at Alex's gullibility. His action made Alex to slowly retract from him, and prompting
“This is your last chance. Get lost, or we'll open fire,” the head of security for the Sinclair estate threatened. “Your kind are not even allowed in this part of the city, so how can you possibly live here?” Examining Phil's ragged waste management uniform, she asked.“I do live here… Sometimes… Gosh, this argument isn't going anywhere. Just let me in, so I can retrieve my wife from that event. She's not in the condition to be at such a rowdy place,” Phil humbly implored the female guard.She exchanged an amused glance with her colleagues, and together, they erupted into laughter.“You really expect us to believe that you are married to Mrs. Eve?” She scrutinized him harshly with a disgust-twisted face and continued, “I know what you really want to do here. You just want to enter the party, pick as many pockets as you can lay your fingers on, and leave. Countless people like you have tried, but we stopped them all. So…” Drawing out her pistol, she pointed it at Phil.“Leave,” she ord
“What the hell are you doing?!” Phil wore a look of disbelief as he yelled.His outburst caused the other man to pause in his actions. The man, who was notably large and dressed in a midnight blue military uniform with gold braids, resembling that of a general, slowly withdrew from Eve.“Gosh that was good.” The burly man sighed.He staggeringly picked up a bottle of wine beside him, drew up his pants, and turned to Eve. “Who is this? Wait is he that no-good pauper—garbage collector husband that got you pregnant?” He asked mockingly and gulped down half the contents of the bottle.“Unfortunately, he is,” Eve replied with disdain, adjusting her dress. She leaned on the man, hoping that this would deeply wound Phil and ultimately drive him away.“How did someone like him get you pregnant? Look at him, he looks like… what's it called? Yes, a homeless man. How did he even get married to you?” The man, completely intoxicated by the drink he held, inquired. With a grimaced face, Eve answere
‘Wake up, child. It's time to claim what's rightfully yours. Your time of being seen as a street dog has passed. Now is the moment to shine and exact vengeance upon all who those that wronged us,’ the injured woman from earlier whispers out to Phil while he was unconscious.Slowly, his eyes crept open, and he found himself lying on a king-sized bed in a prestigious, see-through glass-walled room, sparsely adorned with medieval-era antiques.Phil heard beeping sounds of a heart monitoring machine, and he could hear people quietly chattering among themselves in the room.It was only when he felt a brief, fleeting pain in his arm, that disappeared almost immediately, that he remembered what had happened to him.How he had died.‘Where am I? Am I dead? No, I'm alive…But how?’ Phil's racing thoughts almost caused him a migraine. Tilting his head to the side, he scanned every corner of the prestigious room.While he tried to discern where he was, sounds and visions from the torturous night
Phil had been so invested in the story that he practically yelled at Kate when she suddenly stopped narrating. Kate, who halted her story to analyze his expression after revealing to him that he was a trillionaire, was stunned that he cared more about his identity and parents than his inheritance.“...Wait, how did you find me then? Why haven't the Del Rosarios been thrown in prison for what they did? The Sinclairs are involved in this as well? Are there still human trafficking operations in the country?” Phil sputtered. The sad demise of his parents mixed with suspense from the incomplete story made him mildly distraught. “Don't you mind that you're the richest person in the entire country?” Kate asked, as if testing his virtues. “You should be leaping—dancing, even.”“My parents are dead, I was killed, and the people who did all that are free. Why should I care about money when my family is no more?” With a substantial amount of pain in his voice, Phil muttered and slumped in his c