With each passing minute, Harry and Pietro paced back and forth in the room, their minds swirling with different thoughts.Jade sat there, trying to push away the negative thoughts as she kept her eyes fixed on the doors. She tapped her lap gently, attempting to control her emotions. She wished she could caution the men, but it seemed impossible since she needed someone to reassure her and provide hope that everything would turn out well.Suddenly, Harry's phone rang, snapping everyone out of their daze. Harry swiftly picked it up when he saw it was Stanley calling."How's it going?" he asked eagerly."Sir, I'm at their hotel, and it's just the two of them inside," Stanley explained. A satisfactory smirk curled up on Harry's lips. The ball was now in his court, and he was delighted to play it any way he wanted."Take action and give Martino a call. Use his personal number to make it easier," Harry instructed.Stanley's brows furrowed with confusion. "Sir, I thought..."He trailed off,
The door to Scarlet's ward swung open, and a wave of people rushed toward the attending doctor who emerged. The doctor's heart raced as everyone converged on him, their eagerness evident from their actions.Jade, her eyes fixed on the doctor, asked the question that seemed to halt the world in its tracks: "How is she?"With a reassuring smile, the doctor replied, "She's fine for now. However, the surgery will be performed by another team of doctors who are on their way. Our role is to ensure everything is in order."Harry furrowed his brows, trying to comprehend the situation. Thoughts swirled in his mind, and he tilted his head as if seeking a different perspective. But before he could raise his head, Pietro lunged at the masked doctor.Pietro tore off the doctor's mask and grabbed his neck tightly, causing the doctor to gasp for breath. Pietro's eyes scanned the doctor's body, and his astonishment grew as he noticed the tattoos. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Pietro swi
"What?" Harry exclaimed."Ms. Oct?" He couldn't believe what he had just heard. It felt like a dream.Was Ms. Oct really behind the fake doctor?His eyes widened with each breath as he stood there, dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost."Listen," he said, trying to gather his thoughts."Don't tell anyone about this until I give you the green light. Make sure no one else knows, including Pietro.""Yes, sir," Stanley replied, ending the call abruptly.Harry slowly pocketed his phone as he got into the car, and they drove off to Scarlet's hospital.As they sat in the car, his mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Ms. Oct was responsible for what Scarlet was going through.Pushing those thoughts aside, he decided not to reveal the truth to Scarlet just yet. He didn't want to completely shatter the little remnants of motherly love that still remained in her heart.Harry's attention was grabbed by the chiming of messages on his
Everyone leaned in closer as they noticed her change of expression. "What is it?" Pietro asked, pushing himself forward to read the message. However, Scarlet was already out of her chair, dialing her PA's number.As soon as her PA picked up, Scarlet asked, her voice choked with sorrow, "What is happening?""Ma ma ma..." her PA stuttered on the other end of the line, struggling to find the right words to tell her boss. She briefly took the phone away from her ear to confirm it was indeed Scarlet's number. Ms. Oct had announced her daughter's death, but had instructed everyone not to mention it."Talk to me!" Scarlet yelled, her eyes welling up with tears and her heart pounding heavily in her chest."Ma, are you alive?" was the next question her PA managed to summon the courage to ask. Scarlet furrowed her brows in confusion.Sniffling, Scarlet was equally surprised by the question. Was her PA expecting her to be dead? Why was she asking such a thing? "What do you mean?" she ask
The air was thick with nervous anticipation as Scarlet's personal assistant paced back and forth, anxiously awaiting Ms. Oct's return from the bank. Ms. Oct had instructed her to prepare all of Scarlet's documents, as she planned to leave with them once she returned.As the door swung open with force, the assistant flinched and stumbled to the floor, overwhelmed by fear. Harry entered the room and immediately demanded, "Where are the documents?" The assistant clutched them tightly to her chest, almost dropping them in her frightened state.She cautiously moved away from Harry and quickly handed over the entire stack of documents to him, who, in turn, silently passed them on to Stanley. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, as she couldn't bear the thought of Ms. Oct taking away everything that Scarlet had worked for, including her late father's wealth. It was well known that Scarlet and Ms. Oct weren't particularly close.While not many people were aware of the relationship between Ms. O
Ms. Oct's eyes widened in astonishment upon hearing Harry's remark. Her brows furrowed as she struggled to comprehend whether he was telling the truth or simply trying to intimidate her. She attempted to push the thought aside, but with each breath, it continued to consume her. She couldn't find comfort in either standing or sitting, and restlessly tapped her feet against the ground.Her gaze remained fixed on Harry, who had already moved on with Scarlet's personal assistant. Ms. Oct scanned the area, her eyes searching for any important documents that he might be taking or anything that could be useful to her."You have no right to do this!" Ms. Oct yelled, realizing that if she allowed him to have his way, she would lose everything. It would be a complete waste of time. She stood up and approached Harry."You can't take any of my daughter's belongings! I'll call the police on you for invading our privacy!”Harry let out a deep sigh, his face turning red with the intensity of t
The room descended into a heavy silence, as if everyone was collectively holding their breath in surprise, and indeed they were. Ms. Oct's brows furrowed, and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips. She couldn't contain her astonishment at Harry's audacity to turn the very arms her son had brought against her. Meanwhile, Martin stood there, staring dumbfoundedly at Harry, unable to comprehend what was happening. He had always known Harry to be optimistic and reasonable, and he wondered what his mother must have done to prompt such a request that put them all on edge.Martin found himself at a crossroads, uncertain of which decision to make. He didn't want to disrespect or disobey Harry, but he also didn't want to do the same to his mother, whom he held dear. His gaze shifted to Samantha, who appeared equally surprised by Harry's request, but she knew better than to speak out of turn and remained silent."What do you mean, arrest me?" the bank manager interjected, his voice laced with di
The manager's face contorted into a deep frown as he sluggishly dragged his feet, reluctantly trailing behind. He didn't want to create a scene or attract attention, so he pretended to be composed and followed them into the office.Reaching the door, he entered the passcode, and it slowly opened. They all stepped inside, and Harry felt a surge of anticipation, a physical response to the thrill of discovering what the man had done with the funds.As the bank manager approached, he pulled a chair forward to sit, but Harry interjected, "No! Let her do it," pointing at the woman beside him.The man hesitated, refraining from touching the computer, and reluctantly moved backward, allowing her to take the seat. Once she settled in, Harry leaned forward, displaying eagerness to explore whatever appeared on the screen.The woman booted up the system and quickly requested some private information. Harry was swift to provide the details since Scarlet had given him all the necessary information