Once the receptionist inserted the card and Harry input his PIN, a moment of silence fell over the room. Even the onlookers had their eyes fixed on them, drawn in by the previous commotion."Beep! Beep!" was the next sound, and the receptionist's face contorted into a scoff. "It didn't go through, sir," she said with a hint of mockery.She slid the card back out and handed it back to Harry while laughter filled the air, coming from the onlookers who had been observing the scene as well.Filled with pride, Ms. Oct chimed in, "Oh my god! I knew it. Luciano's wretched lowlife has no money. He only knows how to rip people off their companies. Well, your ex-father-in-law has no company within your reach to rip off, so I understand it." She nodded her head happily. "You're going downhill... bankrupt."Surprise struck Harry like a lightning bolt, jolting him out of his usual state of complacency. "What was the outcome?" he demanded.Ms. Oct let out a chuckle. "Outcome, you say? What else cou
After a few minutes, Harry finally arrived at his house. He heaved a sigh of relief as he stepped out of his car, delicately carrying the chocolate cakes. Glancing into the garage, he noticed Jade's car wasn't there."Shit!" he muttered silently. There was no one to enjoy the cakes with him, and he had bought six different designs in the hope of seeing Jade at home. Pietro couldn't be counted on since he was always invincible.Preparing to refrigerate the remaining cakes, he hurriedly took the elevator and reached the door to the living room. Slowly pushing it open, he made sure not to let the cakes fall and spoil their fragile shapes.Settling at the table, he ventured into the kitchen to get some wine. After a few minutes, he poured himself a glass, placing the cake on a tray along with knives to cut it."Yeah!" he smiled adoringly at the food before him. But just before he started to dig in, he noticed his phone was out of reach. He quickly headed to his room, remembering he had
Pietro moved away from the door, closing it behind him, and finally settled into the chairs opposite Harry. He emptied the file he was holding onto the table, causing Harry to quickly shift his cake away from the scattered papers."Young master," Pietro began, sorting out the pictures and papers that were strewn across the table. He picked up a picture of a young man, around twenty-two years old, of average height and a school dropout, and passed it to Harry."This is Samantha's brother. He works for Martino in his new oil refinery," Pietro explained."Refinery?" Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing at Pietro before focusing on the picture. "When did Martino get a refinery? They've been struggling for a while, and all he can come up with is blackmailing me with a female serial killer?"Harry smirked, his eyes still fixed on the picture, as childhood memories flashed through his mind. He quickly shook off the thoughts."Did you see the refinery?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued."Yes, I
Samantha sat there, her mind swirling with different thoughts as she struggled to comprehend whether Martin had really betrayed her or if Harry had discovered the truth himself.The fact that Harry was considering hiring her again to play both sides didn't sit well with her. She knew it wasn't just a risky mission for herself, but it also endangered the lives of her loved ones.As she sat there, tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.Harry didn't seem to notice and said, "I'm not just offering you a chance at redemption, but also an opportunity to save your family."Her eyes darted around slowly, a mixture of curiosity and confusion coursing through her veins."What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty."Your mother!" Her jaw dropped to the floor, and she raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What happened to her?" she seethed.Harry swallowed hard, relaxing back in his chair. "She is being held hostage by..." A momentary pause from him forced Samantha to
Everyone immediately stood at attention as Stanley delivered the message."Are you absolutely sure about this?" Pietro asked, and Stanley nodded. "Of course, I'm a detective. It's my job.""I can smell his scent. It's peculiar, like he's from a different realm. I've never encountered anything like it before in my entire life," Stanley explained.His gaze remained fixed on the door leading to the restroom as Pietro began to sniff and wrinkle his nose, trying to identify the scent.It felt oddly familiar to him, but with each inhale, it remained challenging to pinpoint exactly what kind of smell it was. However, he was certain of one thing - he had encountered that scent before."What should we do? Can the plane be stopped?" Jade started to panic, and Harry quickly took hold of her hands, attempting to calm her down."There's an intruder in there. We need to leave immediately!" she exclaimed.Harry noticed Jade's trembling hands and immediately reached out, wrapping his hand around hers
As soon as the door swung open, Stanley swiftly drew his gun and pointed it in the intruder's direction."Freeze!" he shouted. "Drop everything you have, or I'll have to shoot."All eyes fixated on the scene, except for Jade, who covered her face, her head bent over, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.Harry quickly assessed the man before them. His attire resembled that of a martial arts practitioner from ancient movies, complete with a stick as his weapon. Despite his physique not being particularly intimidating, he exuded an air of expertise, perhaps due to his age and old-fashioned appearance. From head to toe, he seemed as if he had stepped out of the 17th century."You had a gun in here?" Pietro expressed his surprise."And how the hell did you manage that? You were searched, Stan," he added.Stanley remained focused, his gaze fixed on the culprit, and replied, "I'm a detective for a fucking reason!”"I said freeze! Hands up, man!" Stanley hollered, but the man remained stil
Pietro's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he nervously informed Harry, "He claims that someone sent him here to kill you.""What?!" Stanley gasped, his eyes widening in shock."What do you mean he was sent to kill him?" Stanley asked, his gaze fixed on each person inside the plane."He doesn't know who his target is; it's quite obvious," Harry replied.The man couldn't identify Harry among the passengers since he didn't have a picture of him. He was instructed to kill the male passenger on the plane, assuming it would be Harry. For weeks, Harry had been the sole user of the plane, keeping it a secret until he planned to reveal it to his aides and family which prompted him to think it was just going to be Harry."What should we do now?" Stanley couldn't bear the tension any longer. "If he moves an inch, I'll shoot him down. He's not just an intruder, but an assassin."They all stood motionless, as if trapped in a suspenseful movie, uncertain of their next move regarding the mysteriou
"You can't go in there!" One of the security guards obstructed their path, refusing to let them through."It's a restricted area.""Not even family can enter?" Pietro asked, his eyes scanning the man with rugged features. He stood about 6 feet tall with a broad chest and well-defined abs. Silly thoughts of fighting the man just to gain entry crossed Pietro's mind."No, sir. She doesn't have any family, so none of you can go in, even if you claim to be her family," the man said, his tone indicating his seriousness as he denied them access.Pietro stood there, releasing a long sigh, while everyone exchanged glances with each other.Harry couldn't stand by any longer and stepped forward. "You need to go inside and inform her that someone is out here," he said firmly.The security guard let out a hearty laugh. "There would be no need for that. She won't ever accept it. She never accepted her mom or her brother, so I can confidently say she wouldn't accept you."Harry rolled his eyes, his