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
Upon hearing the old man's order, the old man's words kept echoing in his head, which made him hurt even more.immediately he wanted to get up on his feet like the old man had ordered. He needed to show he was strong, not some kind of weakling.However his body felt like it was made of heavy rocks as he tried to stand up on his feet.But he couldn't help falling on the floor.however he can't give up knowing the old man's eyes were still on him.Bradley put his hands on the cold floor. He pushed hard. His arms were shaking like a house that was about to collapse.“I can do this. I have to do this.”he said to himself coldly.But his body was too weak. He fell back down with a soft thump.The fall made Bradley's head spin. He felt sick knowing how weak he has become, truly the old man was right he has become so weak. But at the same time he knew he couldn't stay on the floor. The old man was watching and he might angrily come back to hit him again, he wouldn't be Surprised knowing w
Bradley at that moment didn't say anything but just watched the old man walk away. immediately His jaw tightened, and he felt a mix of fear and anger that he almost disappointed the old man, and he feared what he would do to him if he ever failed him. He knew what the old man wanted from him without being told. He knows the old man wants him to get rid of Edward and the other assignments without failing. And the thought of it made Bradley's stomach feel sick knowing the old man must be Doubting his strength.. “I don't want to do this, to prove to the old man that I'm still the same Bradley he had always knew” Bradley said to himself. “But since he want to test me again I don't have a choice, than to do an perfect job” Bradley then bent down, his legs and body beginning to fail him. He tried to catch his breath. His whole body still hurt from the beating he got earlier. Every breath he tried to take made his ribs ache. But at the same time he knows he can't let the