As a torrent of cold water rushed over him, Jefferson gasped, his eyes fluttering open to reveal a blurry, unfamiliar room. He felt the sting of a slap across his cheek, the sharp pain snapping him into full awareness."Ah, our guest awakens," a voice intoned from the shadows, the words dripping with mockery. As Jefferson's vision cleared, he made out the smiling face of Edward Baron, "Who would ever thought the mighty Jefferson who trained us on how to become heroes will one day be at my mercy," Edward Baron mocked.Ignoring the throbbing pain in his head, Jefferson replied with a wry smile, "And yet, here you are, reduced to Martin's lapdog. Seems like your life has been a series of unfortunate failures, Edward."Edward's eyes narrowed, his smile morphing into a tight-lipped scowl. "Oh, you'll regret that remark, Jefferson. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging for death."Despite the chill that ran through Jefferson's body at Edward's words, he remained unflinching
The door swung open, revealing Martins. His eyes swept over the bloody scene, lingering on the crumpled form of Jefferson before turning to Edward."You were supposed to keep him alive," Martins growled, his voice like a steel blade.Edward swallowed hard, his hand still gripping his weapon as he met Martins' steely gaze. "I'm sorry, sir. He wouldn't talk."Martins' eyes narrowed. "Do you know what he means to the Nathaniel family?"Edward shifted uneasily under Martins' piercing stare, his mouth suddenly dry. "I...I was just trying to do what was necessary, sir."Martins let out a low, mirthless chuckle. "Necessary? You have no idea what's necessary, do you? Do you think torturing him is going to make him talk? You're nothing more than a brute with no subtlety."Edward winced, the sting of Martins' words hitting him harder than any blow he'd delivered to Jefferson.Martins turned away from Edward, his eyes once again resting on the battered body of Jefferson. "Strip him down and secu
In a flash, Martins quickly hid behind a nearby table to protect himself from the bullets flying everywhere. Bullets rained down around him, the sound of gunfire mingling with the shouts of the Nathaniel Special Forces."Kaiden scum!" one of the agents bellowed, charging forward with a battle cry.Martins shot back, his bullets flying everywhere as he tried to protect himself against the swarm of attackers.The room became a scene of chaos and confusion. The Nathaniel Special Forces moved in on Martins, who fought back with all his might, like a trapped animal. But he was outnumbered and outgunned.Two of his men lay lifeless in their pool of blood and the rest were wounded from the open fire. The agents kept coming, and Martins took a hit with each shot. He was running out of bullets and no one to protect him. In a last-ditch effort, Martins jumped from behind the table and made a final charge, straight into the rain of gunfire, he was shot on his leg.Martins fell to the ground ble
As the helicopter touched down, Jefferson was quickly carried away to the emergency ward, where doctors and nurses worked to tend to his wound. Throughout the process, Jefferson fidgeted and shifted, eager to see the young master. "Can I go see him now?" he asked, his voice thick with urgency.The doctors exchanged a quick glance, assessing Jefferson's condition before nodding to his request."Very well," one of them said. "You may see the young master, but please remember to rest afterwards."Jefferson nodded, a determined look crossing his face as he rose from the bed.Jefferson followed the nurses down the hall, his gaze darting around the sterile, white corridors as he moved towards the young master's room.When he reached the door, he paused for a moment, drawing a deep breath before entering.The moment his eyes met that of Avery, she gave him an angry look. "He's sleeping," she snapped, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Maybe you can come back later."Jefferson's brow fur
Martins, his heart racing and his body battered, rushed towards the Kaiden mansion.Fear and dread consumed him as he imagined the wrath of his grandfather. He knew that this was a critical moment—a single mistake could cost him everything.The wind whipped through his clothes as he approached the mansion, a looming structure that seemed to grow larger and more daunting with each step he took.Martins's footsteps echoed on the stone path leading to the grand entrance, the sound of his own breath seemingly drowned out by the silence that surrounded him.He hesitated at the foot of the stairs, his hand trembling as he reached for the heavy iron knocker. The cold metal felt like ice against his skin.With a final, steadying breath, he knocked, each resounding thud reverberating through the air, like a cry for help.As the door swung open, Martins collapsed to the ground, his legs unable to support his weight any longer. "Please," he gasped, his words choked by the air he was desperately
One week had passed since Jefferson's ambush, and during that time, Jeremy was now discharged from the hospital.Avery, too, had found the strength to accept the revelation of Jeremy's true identity. she had arrived at a place of forgiveness and reconciliation.With Jeremy fully healed and Avery's love and support restored, the couple looked to the future with renewed hope and determination.Jefferson took extra precautions to ensure that Edward Baron's location remained a closely guarded secret. Knowing full well that the Kaiden would come after him, he increased the security around the ward where Baron was being treated.With a heightened state of alert, Jefferson and his men kept a watchful eye, ready to repel any attempt by the Kaiden to retrieve their lost compatriot.Baron himself, weakened by his injuries and surrounded by a network of guards, knew that his life was in danger as the Kaiden would come after him.Jefferson with a purposeful step and his expression stoic, entered
Bradley sat comfortably in his chair, with a satisfied smile on his face, as he polished his new toy (gun). He started admiring its shininess in the quiet room, just the way he liked it to be, he doesn't like noise.He enjoyed moments like this were their is no disturbances and his men were aware of it. Since there were no problems to deal with, he needed to relax his head because he knows peace rarely lasts long for him.He was still in thought when the door suddenly creaked open.His eyes narrowed immediately, but he didn't look in that direction. He doesn't like being interrupted when he's having a quiet time to himself. One of his acquaintances hesitated for once before he entered the room; immediately he bowed his head low as he approached cautiously. Bradley noticed the man’s hands trembling as he stretched them forward, holding a ringing phone.“My Lord, you have a call.” The man said, his voice low and hesitant.“My lord, it's not my intention to disturb you, but the phon
The call ended immediately, before Bradley could say anything, leaving him frozen for a moment. He managed to stand up to his feet, his knees still shaky. He knew the master is going to punish him for what just happened. And the knowledge of it made his heart start pounding in his chest, and anger flared inside him. He had always wanted to be in the good book of the master after the last incident that made him burn his shoulder, but now it seems he had failed again, and another punishment awaits him. At that moment, his deadly gaze shifted to the acquaintance who had brought the phone. With a voice full of venom, he voiced his anger.“You bastard, you caused this. Why didn’t you tell me it was the old man calling?”The man at that moment started trembling with fear. He saw everything that happened, and he knows it's not good; he didn't know how important the call was, and now he could tell it was more important than his life.immediately he dropped to his knees. His eyes were wi