Mark looked at his phone feeling confused. The person from the other end didn't even give him a chance to guess a thing and just hung up the phone.There was something he was missing but he couldn't say. He just couldn't understand at the moment. What the hell was he missing?The person on the other end had abducted Michelle and was even telling him that he was going to send more gifts.What gift could he probably send? Mark was confused and didn't know what to do.Ma'am Elizabeth herself was a problem. If she found out that her daughter was abducted by his enemies, then he was sure that chaos was going to be unleashed.She wasn't going to let him be and would try to make life hell for him.What could he possibly do at the moment? He had to find a solution as soon as he could or else he was going to be doomed.But what the hell could he do? At the moment he didn't have any ounce of strength in his body.The drowsiness and fatigue in his body was overwhelming and he had no power to stop
Mark opened his eyes and looked around slowly. His head was hurting badly and he felt as if it was being banged by thousands of hammers.The fatigue in his body was overwhelming and half of his clothes were burnt.The pain he was feeling in his back was the most intense and he was lying amongst some shrubs."What had just happened?" He muttered holding his head as he sat up trying to remember why he was lying on the bush."Arghh!!"Mark screamed as memories drifted into his head. It was not supposed to be painful, but yet it was.What the hell was happening? After a while the pain stopped, but that didn't mean that it was all gone completely.Mark's head still hurt and he was absolutely weak so he found he couldn't move.Mark could care about this and looked up toward the house that was still burning.In a normal case, the firefighters should have arrived but they weren't here, it seems like the person behind this was able to stop them from coming meaning he was very influential.Mark
Just as Mark had expected, the door of one of the cars was opened by the men clad in black suits and a figure stepped out of it.The figure was an old man who held a walking stick. There were scars on his face coupled with glasses.His hair was all gray and there was no hint of black seen. A strong aura surrounded him as he looked around.One would want to bow down in worship seeing him because of the way he was walking.The was Alfred, the old man Mark used to call anytime he was in trouble or felt like he needed some help.He was also the one whom he called to send some cars to pick him up.The old man's eyes darted around looking at the surroundings, then to the house which was still on fire.Finally, his eyes landed on Mark and he walked slowly toward him.Mark, who was still feeling extreme fatigue, lay on the floor and watched as the old man approached him.He had gone back to lying on the floor after seeing it was the old man. He knew the old man had been looking for a chance to
"Hello, old man, what's up?" Mark looked at Alfred with a mischievous smile.Alfred looked at Mark and shook his head then smiled bitterly, there was nothing he could do about this brat, after all he was his young master. He knew Mark was just trying to annoy him to get him out of his room, but that wasn't going to work."We've found the man who kidnapped Michelle and blew up your house." Alfred sighed after some time."Really?" Mark sat up immediately staring at Alfred who nodded gently. He hadn't expected them to find the man so soon and even capture him. It turned out that the person who had attacked him wasn't as though s he had thought. He or she was just too weak which was a boring thing."Well, bring him to me.""Men bring him in," Alfred said and immediately, the door opened, then two men clad in black walked in with a man whose head was covered with a black cloth, his hands were tied behind his back and he was even struggling."Unmask him," Mark said with a playful smile.The
The next morning, Ma'am Elizabeth woke up still disturbed about Mark's sudden call the night before. She wasn't worried something had happened to Michelle. What was making her worry was that Mark and Michelle would reconcile before she would be able to do anything.She didn't want anything of that nature to happen, she would try her best to make sure she deepened the misunderstanding between them even though she didn't know what caused it.After thinking about it for a while, Ma'am Elizabeth stood up and washed up, she had to go look for Michelle. She had been racking her brain on where she might have gone. But then Michelle was someone who didn't have friends so, the most reasonable thing she was going to do was to lodge at a hotel.But then if she didn't lodge at a hotel, she would have returned home back to Mark. Well, she had to hurry before Mark was going to look for a way to end their misunderstanding.Well, even if Michelle was in a hotel, there was no way she was going to know
Michelle"s eyes fluttered open as she looked around wondering where she was. What she could remember last was someone barging into her room and covering her mouth which afterwards she went to sleep.She was sure that she was kidnapped, but who in hell would have kidnapped her and brought her to such a luxurious place? Looking around, she noticed a figure sleeping peacefully at the other end of the bed.Who the hell was that? Just as she was about to scream, she noticed that the figure was familiar. Michelle squinted her eyes and looked figure. Looking closer she saw it was Mark and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.But there was a problem, was it Mark who had asked someone to kidnap her and bring her? No, that shouldn't be the case. Mark wouldn't do something so lowly. She knew him rather too well.Then who the hell was it that had kidnapped her? She had to know, but first, something was wrong again. Mark's body was covered in bandages and there were a few bruises on his body.He
Michelle opened the door with a slight smile on her face but on seeing the figure at the door, she frowned."Who are you?" She asked.Albert gulped in some saliva seeing Michelle. He didn't know why Alfred had made him bring all these to the demon's houses. He had already regarded Mark in his heart as a demon."Well I'm Mark's friend and I brought some things you might be needing since your house had blown up." Albert gulped as he struggled to say these words. This was what Alfred had told him to say in case it wasn't Mark who had answered the door. Though he didn't know why he was asked to say that, he had no other choice."Come in then." Michelle smiled as she invited Albert into the house.Albert wanted to decline but then he received a deadly stare from Mark who was sitting not too far across the sitting room. Immediately, he was covered in sweat and he didn't dare to refuse her.Nodding, he walked slowly into the house and gave the shopping bags he was holding to Michelle."No ne
Mark smiled as she stared at the documents on the system, Alfred was effective. He had sent the documents earlier than he had accepted, all that remained was just to check it out.Also, it seems as if the entertainment industry the Smiths had invested in didn't have quite the background, if not it shouldn't have been easy for Alfred to investigate it in just over thirty minutes.Mark smiled and pushed the thoughts out of his mind, then he started going through the documents. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he went through it. This was interesting.The document was quite specified. It detailed the names of the executives of the industry and their bad deeds. Most of them had a pretty bad record and it would be quite easy to bring them down using this method.But it would be quite boring to do that, he had to find some other methods to deal with the entertainment industry. He had to make sure he crushed the whole company in just a move.He didn't have the time to strategize