As soon as Frank and his family were led into the guest area of Adrian's mansion, Adrian gestured to his guards. “Remove the handcuffs,” he ordered. His men quickly complied, and Frank, along with his wife and their two sons, rubbed their sore wrists, casting dark looks at Adrian. They all knew
As soon as Frank held the ancient, powerful sceptre in his hands, Ann, Xena, and Don's faces lit up with excitement. They'd only heard stories about the relic’s magical abilities, handed down through generations. It glowed softly in Frank’s grip, and they could feel a hum of energy in the air.
The following day, Adrian set his plans in motion. He ordered his men to track down Frank and his family. But first, Adrian wanted to inspect some of the projects under Brooklyn and Hennessey Group, making sure everything was progressing smoothly. That afternoon, Adrian pulled up to Brooklyn Group
Jenny remembered the picture she had seen on the wall in Adrian’s office, a mix of disbelief and awe stirring in her. There Adrian stood beside the President of Meganor Nation, shaking hands like they were old friends. His suit was crisp, his demeanour commanding—it was a whole side of Adrian sh
Adrian looked from Jean to Owen, his face resolute. “I know nothing about the sale of the Greene family mansion. The threat in his tone didn’t seem to faze them. Instead, a silent signal passed between Jean and Owen, and in a single, orchestrated move, twenty-five men—trained, menacing, and ready
Jenny’s mouth dropped open in shock as she listened to Milda’s story. “What do you mean Adrian’s been beaten and taken away? I just saw him yesterday!” Milda sighed, looking weary, as if the weight of recent events had pressed her down. “I know, Jenny. Things changed overnight. The man's men sh
Jenny’s pulse quickened as she slipped into Jean's compound. She knew she had to be strategic if she wanted to get the information she needed. Quietly, she tucked herself into a shaded corner, eyes glued to the main entrance, watching for any movement that might offer her an opening. It wasn’t lo
The maid’s gaze shifted toward the windows with a flicker of fear. “Miss, let’s be careful,” she whispered. “If my master—or anyone—comes in now, it’ll be trouble for the both of us.” Jenny nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation. She watched as the maid moved cautiously to check the locks