Noah, recovering from his initial surprise, strode confidently towards the senior officers, his expression shifting into one of charm and pride. "Wow, what a display of force," he said, his tone smooth and flattering. "The commissioner sent you all here too? I must say, the criminal doesn't worth that much.I assure you, your junior officers are more than up to the task of apprehending him."Noah, his confidence growing, continued his attempt to charm the senior officers who stood there watching him without uttering a word. "In fact, I'll be sure to call the commissioner and thank him personally for sending such a highly skilled group of men. This is a real honor for me, and I appreciate the extra measures that have been taken to ensure the criminal's capture."Mr. Williams, his voice swelling with pride and reverence, chimed in to praise Noah. "When I say Noah is the man, I mean it. I am so proud of you, my future son-in-law. Your power and authority in this town are truly formidable
The web of influence and power that the Nathaniel's had woven was far-reaching. Though the Noah family may not have had any direct business dealings with the Nathaniel's, they were still a part of that web, connected by a thousand invisible threads to the Nathaniel's immense power and influence. And now, like a target, the Noah family had been back listed by them. Avery, her face a mask of nonchalance, stood up with a pride, her mocking smile sharp as a knife's edge. "Well, I think my business here is done. Time to hit the road," she announced, her voice dripping with a quiet confidence.Inside, her mind raced with Joy. She could already imagine the look of triumph on Jeremy's face when she told him the news.Her grandparents followed suit, Mrs. Williams, her voice cold, spoke with a measured tone. "Noah, you have to find a way out of this, and fast. The Nathaniel's are not to be trifled with," she warned, her words carrying the weight of experience. "I wish I could help you, but
As they stepped out into the bustling streets, Avery put a gentle but firm hand on Jeremy's arm, her expression now tinged with concern. "Are you sure we should be doing this? This is one of the most expensive malls in the city, and we didn't exactly plan for a shopping spree," she cautioned.Jeremy, his smile unwavering, took her hand in his, their fingers entwining. "My love, don't worry about a thing. Today, we're going to forget about budgets and stress and just enjoy ourselves. Trust me," he said, his voice full of reassurance.Avery, her concern for the future evident in her voice, persisted. "I'm serious, Jeremy. We can't just throw money around like it grows on trees. We should save it for something important, something that will benefit us long-term. We don't know when another windfall will come our way.""You seem to have forgotten we will be ten million dollar rich in three days time huh, " Jeremy teased and Avery smiled. "Even if we'll be richer than Midas in a few days,
Avery felt angry, frustrated, and embarrassed because of how Mr. Snow treated them. They kept having problems with other people, and Avery didn't understand why. She was feeling many things all at once.Avery couldn't help but wonder if there was something they were doing wrong. Why did they always seem to run into trouble? It seemed like no matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't catch a break. Avery felt like they were stuck in an endless cycle of conflict and misunderstanding. She didn't know what to do or how to make things better.Mr. Snow's voice dripped with venom as he spat out his threat, his face twisted in a mask of menace. "You think you're so smart, huh? If you don't get out of my sight this instant, you'll be without a job before you can blink," he growled.Jeremy, however, stood his ground, his expression a picture of calmness. He had endured enough of this bullying behavior and was unwilling to cringe in the face of Mr. Snow's Threat.Avery, already burning with
Avery, though taken aback by the exorbitant price tag of the dress Jeremy had selected, had full faith in her husband. In the past 48 hours, she had witnessed firsthand the unfolding of events that had changed her mindset, and she trusted that Jeremy wouldn't have chosen a dress he couldn't afford.As the doubtful onlookers gawked at the extravagant garment, Avery turned to Jeremy, her expression one of calm assurance. She didn't need to question him; she knew, deep in her heart, that they would find a way to cover the cost. Amidst the silent stares of disbelief, Avery and Jeremy's exchange was that of a dance, one directed to perfection. Their subtle nods, discreet eye movements, and faint smiles were enough to communicate their unwavering confidence in one another.As the stunned crowd looked on, Jeremy moved towards the sales assistant, his steps showing a quiet authority that had been absent in the face of Mr. Snow's rant. "We'll take this dress," he said, his tone decisive and
Jeremy's declaration thundered through the air like a lightning bolt, electrifying the onlookers and silencing the whispers that had been circulating only moments before.The crowd gasped, their collective shock rippling through the store. The cashier, her face a mask of shock, stammered, "A-all of section 56? Sir, are you sure?""I've never been more sure," Jeremy replied, his voice ringing with conviction. "Ring up the purchase," he instructed, his gaze meeting the cashiers. "My wife deserves the best."A hush fell over the crowd, the onlookers staring at Jeremy with a mix of awe and disbelief. But he paid them no mind, his attention focused solely on the task at hand.The crowd buzzed with confusion, their questions reverberating through the store like wildfire. "Has Jeremy lost his mind?" "Does he even know what he's doing?" "How could a taxi driver possibly afford to buy an entire section of high-end clothes? He can't even afford the dress, let alone the whole section!" Thei
"This man must be insane if he thinks he can use us to further his goals," yelled one of the onlookers. "How can he claim to have such an enormous amount of money and yet act so modestly?"Jeremy, who had just presented the cashier with the credit card, remained unfazed by the crowd's reaction. His expression was calm and collected, exuding a sense of confidence that seemed to mock the onlookers' skepticism.Jeremy's eyes were locked onto the cashier's hands, which trembled slightly as she held the credit card. Clearly, she was the only person in the store besides Jeremy who understood the immense value of the card. Her gaze darted to Jeremy, her face betraying disbelief at the sight of such a simple-looking man possessing such an extraordinary piece of plastic. In her mind, the cashier questioned how a man of such average appearance could have come into possession of such a priceless card. She had only seen one other person with such a card, and he had been a man of great wealth.T
After several minutes of anxious waiting, the cashier returned, this time accompanied by a woman of distinguished poise and commanding presence. Her immaculately tailored suit and aura of quiet authority marked her as none other than the CEO of the establishment.The crowd quieted down at her arrival, the cashier's presence now eclipsed by the unmistakable authority of the CEO. Her eyes scanned the scene, taking in every detail of the commotion that had unfolded in her store.Before the CEO could utter a word, Mr. Snow, buoyed by the crowd's support, seized the initiative and launched into a swift condemnation of Jeremy. "Good day, madam," he said, addressing the CEO with a formal nod before turning to point an accusatory finger at Jeremy. "This fraudster here came to shop with his wife using an obviously stolen card, and for the betterment of your establishment, I suggest he be investigated thoroughly."The crowd murmured their permission, their whispers lending confidence to Mr. Sn
Mr. Smith's assistant entered his office, his footsteps quick and urgent. "Sir, they've arrived," he announced, a hint of apprehension coloring his voice.Mr. Smith gave a satisfied nod. "Did you give them the full treatment, as I requested?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of his authority."Yes, sir," the assistant replied, a slight tremble in his tone. "Everything has been arranged, just as you specified."With a nod, Mr. Smith dismissed his assistant, his mind already turning to the next phase of his plan."Are you sure this is a good idea?" Mrs. Smith questioned, her voice tight with apprehension. "We're treating Jeremy and his family too well. It's bound to raise their suspicions about us."Mr. Smith gave a dismissive snort. "He's my nephew," he retorted, his voice edged with irritation. "Why shouldn't I treat him with respect?"Mrs. Smith's expression hardened. "That didn't stop you from letting your own sister die," she shot back. "What makes you think Jeremy will spar
Jeremy and his family arrived at Relagas Private Inn, only a few minutes away from their temporary lodgings. They were immediately greeted by a smiling gentleman who welcomed them with a warm, "Welcome Mr and Mrs Nathaniel!"Then, a little girl, who appeared to be about the same age as Mia, stepped forward and presented the couple with a beautiful bouquet of flowers."Wow, this is such a lovely welcome," Avery exclaimed, her voice warm with gratitude. "It's very unusual to receive such a friendly greeting from a business when it's not work-related."The smiling gentleman nodded in agreement, his voice polite and professional. "Ma'am, all of our international guests are welcomed like this. But your visit is especially important to us, as our CEO has prepared a special banquet for you and your family."Avery took the bouquet of flowers from the little girl, handing them over to Mia with a smile.As the family stepped through the grand entrance of Relagas Private Inn, they were greeted b
Mr Smith picked up the phone and punched in the number for reception. When the receptionist answered, he got straight to the point. "When is Jeremy Nathaniel due to arrive?" "He's due to arrive later this evening, sir," came the answer, courteous and polite. Mr Smith's voice took on an authoritative, commanding edge. "I expect to be informed the moment he arrives," he said, leaving no room for argument. "Absolutely, sir," the receptionist replied, the slightest hint of fear in her voice. Mrs Smith's voice rang out, her eyes never leaving the screen of her phone. "Darling!" she exclaimed, her frustration palpable. "It's confirmed. Jeremy Nathaniel is in New York." Her husband's gaze shifted to her, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What does this have to do with James?" Mrs Smith's expression grew grim. "Remember, James was the Kaiden's lapdog here in New York," she said, her tone grave. "And despite his best efforts to keep it quiet, we both know how much the Kaiden despise
Mr. Smith's expression turned grave at his wife's question. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice full of concern.Mrs. Smith fixed her husband with a steady, unwavering gaze. "Jeremy Nathaniel," she stated, her tone heavy with accusation.At the mention of the name, Mr. Smith's body tensed, his hands clenching into fists. He rose slowly from his seat, his posture rigid and defensive, as if he had just been caught in the act.Mr. Smith shook his head, his voice cool and collected. "What about Jeremy Nathaniel?" he asked, his gaze steady on his wife's face."That's the thing," Mrs. Smith responded, her words tumbling out in a flurry of excitement. "Jeremy Nathaniel, the same Jeremy Nathaniel we've been trying to keep hidden for all these years—he's here in New York. And he's booked a reservation at our inn. He's coming!"Mr. Smith seemed unconvinced. "The name is a common one," he countered."But that's not all," Mrs. Smith continued, her voice rising in urgency. "I checked the phone
Jeremy's only desire now was a peaceful, uneventful week with his family in New York. As soon as he returned to their hotel room, after Avery's discharge from the hospital, he picked up his phone and dialed Jefferson's number."Jefferson," he said, his voice tinged with the exhaustion of the past few days. "We need some serious downtime. A week of no drama, no excitement. Just pure relaxation.""Jefferson, I don't feel safe in this hotel anymore," Jeremy said, his voice weary but firm. "James knew where we were. We need a place that's off the grid. Somewhere secluded and private. I want my family to have the quiet, safe vacation they deserve."Jefferson's voice on the other end of the line was steady, reassuring. "You can count on me, boss," he said. "I'll find the perfect spot. Your family will be safe and comfortable, and they'll get the peaceful break they need."Jefferson's fingers flew across his smartphone's screen as he scoured the internet for an isolated and private inn. "Ral
The drive to the hospital was an agonizing blur for Jeremy, each red light and obstacle a cruel reminder of the uncertainty that awaited him. The world seemed to slow to a crawl as he trailed the ambulance, the only thing on his mind being the fragile life of his wife.The streets were a chaotic maelstrom, cars weaving around him, horns blaring, but he paid them no heed. With his heart racing and his mind consumed by worry, he pushed his foot harder on the gas pedal, willing the universe to get him to the hospital sooner."Avery, please, please be strong for me," Jeremy begged, his voice a desperate plea into the void as he chased after the ambulance. His heart felt like it was being twisted in a vise, and he clutched the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white."I need you, Avery," he whispered, the words tumbling from his lips like a prayer. "Please, just hold on." His eyes stung with tears, but he blinked them away, determined to stay focused on the road.Jeremy
"I'll kill you. I'll waste you" In a blind rage, James continued to choke Avery's limp body, oblivious to the fact that she was already unconscious. His teeth were bared, his breathing rapid and shallow. He seemed determined to snuff out the last vestiges of life from her.Then, the door burst open with a bang. Jeremy rushed in, his face contorted with shock and fury. He didn't hesitate for a second; he lunged at James, tackling him to the floor in a tangle of limbs. The FBI agents followed close behind, pointing their guns at James."You monster!" Jeremy screamed as he rained blows down on James, each punch fueled by his rage and desperation. His fists connected with James' face over and over again, his knuckles raw and bloody.The FBI agents rushed in, trying desperately to pry Jeremy off of James, but his fury was too great to be easily quelled. It took all of their combined strength to finally pull Jeremy away, his chest heaving as he fought for control. James lay motionless benea
After James discovers the hidden microphone and recorder, his expression darkens into one of pure rage, his jaw clenched so tight that Avery can almost hear the grinding of his teeth. He stalks towards her, his hands balled into fists."You fool! Who sent you?!" James roared, his eyes blazing with anger. Avery stood frozen in fear, unable to speak as she tried to back away from him."Answer me!" James thundered his voice like a thunderclap. Avery trembled as she struggled to find the words to respond. But the more she remained silent, the angrier James became, his fury reaching its boiling point."No one sent me... the microphone isn't working!" Avery stammered, her voice trembling with fear.James let out a bitter laugh, his eyes burning with hatred. "You must think I'm stupid. You won't leave this room alive," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "You've heard too much. I'll make sure you're sent home in a body bag."With each step he took closer to Avery, she could feel the
After James discovers the hidden microphone and recorder, his expression darkens into one of pure rage, his jaw clenched so tight that Avery can almost hear the grinding of his teeth. He stalks towards her, his hands balled into fists."You fool! Who sent you?!" James roared, his eyes blazing with anger. Avery stood frozen in fear, unable to speak as she tried to back away from him."Answer me!" James thundered his voice like a thunderclap. Avery trembled as she struggled to find the words to respond. But the more she remained silent, the angrier James became, his fury reaching its boiling point."No one sent me... the microphone isn't working!" Avery stammered, her voice trembling with fear.James let out a bitter laugh, his eyes burning with hatred. "You must think I'm stupid. You won't leave this room alive," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "You've heard too much. I'll make sure you're sent home in a body bag."With each step he took closer to Avery, she could feel the