Drake wasted no time, immediately summoning a maid to stay with Eleanor in her room. He carefully moved her hands away from him and instructed Cedric to beef up security around her while he was away."Let's gather everyone for a meeting," Drake said as he settled into his car."When do you want it scheduled?" Attorney Lunes replied, stifling a yawn. He sat beside Drake, unable to conceal his annoyance at being roused from sleep.The Royal Eleanor Hotel boasted a five-star rating, a perk Attorney Lunes enjoyed as Drake’s employee. However, he despised the expectation of being on call regardless of the hour or his own activities."Now," Drake insisted, motioning for his driver to hasten their departure."At this hour?" Attorney Lunes protested, checking the time on the car's dashboard."What's the matter?" Drake inquired brazenly, though he knew it was unusual to summon one's team at 2 a.m. He endeavored to treat his employees well, understanding the challenges of toxic work environment
The meeting concluded once they assigned each member's role while Drake was away. They couldn't delve into the finer details, as Drake needed to hurry before Eleanor discovered his absence."Are you absolutely sure about this?" Attorney Lunes inquired as they returned to the hotel together."Why? Can't I trust you?" Drake replied."I mean, what's so urgent that you need to leave the country immediately?" Lunes questioned. From his perspective, Drake was steadily ascending in status in Magrao, so he was puzzled by the sudden departure."Just because," Drake reluctantly responded. "Don't worry too much. It's not like I'll lose contact with all of you. You'll need to report to me daily.""That's the exhausting part," Lunes groaned."Just fulfill your duties," Drake said with a smile, patting Attorney Lunes on the shoulder before entering first."Drake! Where did you go?" Eleanor's voice rang out as she rushed toward him."Oh, you're up early," Drake awkwardly remarked, caught off guard.
Drake and Eleanor sat together for breakfast, surprisingly calm despite their earlier argument. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the table.Eleanor poured herself a cup of coffee, taking a sip before glancing at Drake. "You agreed that Sophia would be my maid?" she asked, her tone softening.Drake nodded, stirring his tea. "Sophia? Cedric's sister, right?""Yeah," Eleanor confirmed."Do as you wish. There's nothing urgent happening in Jamila anyway," Drake shrugged.They ate in silence for a while, the clinking of utensils being the only sound. Despite their differences, they fell into a comfortable rhythm, each lost in their own thoughts.Finally, Drake broke the silence. "So, are you all packed up?"Eleanor set down her fork, replying, "I'm ready to go. We can leave now if you want."Drake smiled, relieved to see Eleanor excited. However, his expression quickly turned serious as the tool he accessed from his system before its suspension ale
With Eleanor safely asleep inside their barrier-covered car, Drake leaped out, his gun poised and ready.Zanjo White emerged from the other vehicle, his expression contorted in fury as he aimed his own weapon at Drake."You'll regret taking advantage of me, Drake," Zanjo spat, his voice laced with venom.Drake remained calm, his focus solely on Zanjo."What did she say to him?” he said as he wondered why Natasha Ling's words seemed to have fueled Zanjo's anger further. Glancing at his system screen, Drake noted that Natasha Ling had been added to his meter."I bet you're not aware yet and just thought of me as a random person with a tribute system," he casually said to Natasha Ling."What?" Natasha responded, but Zanjo stood between them, his eyes narrowed and his finger tightening on the trigger. "Don't ignore me," he growled."Oh, sorry. I'm desperate to save my sister; that's why I did that. You know how it feels when you lose a sibling, right?" Drake said, returning his attention
Natasha smirked, convinced she had successfully cornered Drake, but little did she know, she was the one trapped in her own game.“You think you've got me, Natasha? You've underestimated me." Drake chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He wondered how long Natasha would stay confident.“Who're you playing?” Natasha snorted. Her confident facade faltered for a moment before she composed herself. "You fail to grasp the situation, Drake. You're at my mercy now."Drake raised an eyebrow, playing along with her charade.He said, "Is that so? And what do you intend to do with me?"He acted scared but it’s obvious that he’s literally mocking her but Natasha’s confidence didn't quite catch it.Natasha grinned, relishing the thrill of the chase. "I'll strip you of everything, Drake. Your identity, your possessions—everything you cherish will be mine."Drake's expression remained inscrutable as he nodded slowly. "Very well. Then take it."Natasha's eyes narrowed, suspicion clouding her fe
In the city jail, Kale Justinbaste, whose real identity was Zack White, was forcefully escorted by two stern-looking guards. His expression betrayed a mix of anger and betrayal."Let go of me, you filthy rats!" he spat, gritting his teeth.The guards shoved Zack forward, disregarding his protests. As they reached the entrance, Zack scanned the gloomy surroundings, his anger intensifying."Damn it. How did it come to this?" he muttered to himself, disbelief clouding his thoughts.Inside, the atmosphere was tense, filled with the sounds of clinking chains and distant shouts. Zack's unease grew as he was led through dimly lit corridors, his instincts warning him that something was very wrong."Move it, scum!" barked one of the jail guards.Zack stumbled forward, his anger boiling over. Whirling around to confront the guards, he asserted, "You have no right to treat me like this! I demand to speak to someone in charge!"The guards exchanged a knowing glance, a hint of amusement dancing in
In a country a thousand miles away from Magrao City, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tastefully decorated living room of Lucille Bmak's home. She sat by the window, cradling a cup of steaming coffee in her hands, her gaze drifting out over the tranquil surroundings.“Three years. Three years of peace and quiet,” Lucille reflected, her voice soft with contentment.A thousand days feels like a long time for Zack White, but it has passed by like a blessing for Lucille.For three years, Lucille had enjoyed peace and quiet, far removed from the chaos Zack and Drake had brought into her life."I want this forever," she sighed contentedly, savoring the tranquility.There was a palpable sense of relief in Lucille's voice as she contemplated the time that had passed since Zack White's imprisonment. For once, she felt truly safe, free from the constant fear of their threat."Maybe no one will bother me anymore," she muttered to herself, a flicke
Drake Chwe smiled widely as he stretched his arms, letting the warm sun hit his face, feeling refreshed after another peaceful morning. “Let me check on my morning vitamin first,” he hummed, opening the jail’s website to check on Zack White. Checking the state of his prisoner before beginning his day had become part of his morning routine, providing him with ease and security.“Okay, good, he’s all battered up as usual,” he said with satisfaction, observing Zack's bad state. “How does it feel to be in a living hell?” he snorted.“Who are you talking to?” Aunt Ling asked as she entered Drake’s room, now serving as his maid instead of Eleanor’s.“No one,” Drake said, placing down his phone and accepting the warm water Aunt Ling brought him. “So, did Eleanor agree?” he asked.“What do you expect?” Aunt Ling sighed.“It's been years. She still hates you?” he remarked.“Sadly, yes,” Aunt Ling sighed again.“What did you do for her to hate you like that?” he inquired, a question he had ask