"Now tell me, who do you work for?” Miriam asked.Ms. Serfa bowed her head in silence, uttering no words to Miriam’s question.“Now, you see, that is a very dangerous thing to do. I don't cope well with being ignored. When I ask you a question, I expect an immediate answer,” Miriam seethed.Ms. Serfa raised her head, her face tinged with tiredness. “I work for you, have you forgotten soon? I am your employee and that of the Imperial Society —-”Ms. Serfa could barely complete her statement when she heard a loud thud on her cheek. The slap sent her hair flinging out as she felt the pain deep in her cheekbones.“Now, I will ask one more time. Who do you work for?” Miriam asked again, her eyes burning with hatred.Ms. Serfa let out a low growl, her body still feeling the effect of the slap.“And why are you so interested in knowing the people I work for, eh?” Ms. Serfa said admittedly but a hint of stubbornness still felt in her voice.Miriam delivered a devastating blow, her fist connec
"Why don't you tell me? I mean, you work for the Kazi—-whatever you guys call yourself. You must know who killed my parents —-”“Haha, so this is about your daddy and mummy,” Ms. Serfa uttered mockingly.The way Ms. Serfa uttered the words ‘daddy’ and ‘mummy’ sent a shiver down Miriam’s spine as she could tell that she was trying to make fun of it.POW! POW! POW!With a burst of tension, Miriam pumped Ms. Serfa with ruthless brutality, her blows landing with a heartless force. Miriam’s face was contorted in a cold and heartless rage as she struck also with her baton.The hits kept coming thick and fast on Ms. Serfa’s face which now had blood drooling from it. Ms. Serfa crumpled at the force of the assault, her arms raised in a futile attempt to defend herself. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she struggled against the ropes tying her down.Grabbing her by her dress, she yelled. “Tell me, who the bastard is in your organization who killed my parents? Tell me!”Miriam spat her w
Ms. Serfa’s voice was dragging along as her eyes were half-closed and bruised. “It's such a pity because you are too late.”A feeling of danger crept into Miriam’s body as Ms. Serfa mentioned her being too late. Had the Kazitanis agent already reached the abandoned warehouse? She peeked at the windows to check if they were close. Had the three minutes elapsed?“Oh, I am not talking about the people who are coming to rescue me and most likely kill you,” Ms. Serfa said. “I am talking about another danger - another one that is already in place.”Miriam heaved a sigh. Ms. Serfa was proving to be a handful. What again was she talking about?With her voice dragging and weary, Ms. Serfa continued. “I am talking about the latest shipment. It has been mixed with dangerous substances capable of killing a person at the mere taste of it.”“The latest beverages that we packaged for export are contaminated, hahaha. And don't think that you can do anything about it because it is too late now, haha,
Hey, stop here. I can see footprints from there,” the hitman pointed to a path where there were footprints.“Oh, wow, I can see it, the useless woman was definitely here.”Miriam sprang up from her hiding place, her hands raised in a desperate gesture. “I am here,” she said frantically.“Get her! Bound her up,” the hitmen quickly went to her and bound her wobbling her through the swamp as they got back into the warehouse.They tied her to a pole with thick ropes while she struggled to no avail for freedom.“Oh, like I said, you are a victim,” Ms. Serfa said - she was at the warehouse waiting for her colleagues to come back with a bound Miriam. “There is no way you or Paul can win against us. If only you know the extent of damage we are still yet to do against you.”Miriam’s breathing was ragged with exhaustion as she could barely move due to the impact of the rope used to tie her up.***Paul had gotten to Bivas' group after the event he had that led to Mr. Timber bowing to him.Peopl
Jude Bournemouth was in prison as far as he could recall after he got arrested while confessing.“Yes, Mr. Leonard. Should I let him in? He has passed through the security protocol.”“But didn't he mention a name to you?” Paul asked.“Yes, he did. He called himself as Jude.”Paul flinched, his eyes darting back and forth as his breath caught in his throat. “And you are sure he mentioned that name?”“Yes, Boss. He mentioned the name clearly. He said you will know the name when I mention it.”“Alright, let him in,” Paul spoke.In a few seconds, Jude Bournemouth walked in elegantly. He looked differently from the last time. He now had a huge beard on him and his skin was clearer - not reminiscent of someone who spent some time in prison.“Oh, good day, Mr. Leonard,” Jude chuckled, his eyes beaming with a calculated amusement as he looked around as if inspecting the office.“Good day, Mr. Bournemouth,” Paul responded.“Long time no see, right?” Jude said, a smirk forming on his face. “You
“You can say whatever you want to say but the fact remains the same and you have to pay Monarch Thompson 300 million dollars,” Jude affirmed.“To hell with you and the monarch! Why would a monarch even secure the release of prisoners? You were arrested for serious financial crimes and the Bournemouth family is known for such crimes. People like you should rot in jail and it is only a matter of time before Monarch Thompson starts regretting working with people like you.”Jude’s lips curled into a smirk. “You have a nice suit on you though,” he teased.“What exactly has my suit got to do with the issue we have at hand.”“Oh, perhaps it has got everything to do with it,” he uttered with a calculative smile. “You used to wear tattered clothes in those days, remember?”Paul bit his lips in fury before he folded his hands in a bit to contain his anger and remain patient.“First of all, the venue with which you held the event of your Grandpa Leonard’s birthday ceremony was owned by him. He o
“Is that why he released you from Prison? Just to come to my office and tell me this useless piece of information? It seems that he is too big to come visit me himself especially when he has a property of mine,” Paul spoke, his jaws clenched in fury.“He has a property of yours but you owe him a lot of money, remember?” Jude chuckled, bitter and dry humor twisting in his face. “And why do you even have a problem bowing to the Monarch?”“I mean, he is a whole Monarch. After all, I hear you were so mean enough to make Mr. Timber bow to you publicly. Perhaps, you should see what it feels like.”Jude’s words were dripping with cold sarcasm as he wore a calculating expression.“Mr. Timber’s case was very different. Don't put that on me and by the way, I forgave him eventually after I noticed that he was at least slightly remorseful,” Paul said, his eyes gleaming intensely.“And for the last time, tell your Monarch or whatever he calls himself that he can't bully me into paying him money th
Jude busted into the room immediately after eavesdropping a bit on the conversation between Rico, Marcus, and Paul.He bowed his head upon entering the room, his hands clasped in silent prayer as his mind raced with desperate thoughts.Paul’s face twisted into a mask of unforgiving fury as he saw Jude. It soon dawned on him that helping Sarah would mean that he would be helping the husband of his ex-wife. Jude seemed to have returned from prison with even more stubbornness, especially with his so-called alliance with Monarch Thompson. Why then would Jude deserve his kindness even though it seemed like the right thing to do? He couldn't possibly watch Sarah die in labor but seeing Jude reminded him why he needed to be stern or at least act like he was going to be cruel.“Oh, you are finally here,” Paul said, his face tinged with anger as his kindness seemed to be fading away. “Let's see how much of a man you are perhaps you might want to watch your wife labor in pain without any help.