Harry's gaze locked with Cassandra's, and his mind became a whirlwind of thoughts. Should he confront her, arrest her, or perhaps even consider something more drastic? But what evidence did he have? She had successfully hacked the cameras, leaving him with nothing to directly link the crime to her. He furrowed his brows, unable to comprehend why she had decided to return to work after accomplishing whatever she set out to do.Samantha's fists clenched, longing for Harry's approval to act on her impulses. She yearned to deliver a forceful blow to Cassandra's head, dragging her by her hair throughout the office, with the doors locked to prevent anyone from interfering. The desire for that permission burned within her, fueled by her intense dislike for Cassandra's audacity to return to work after her actions. Stanley, noticing Samantha's agitation, held her back, restraining her from moving closer despite her yearning. He trusted that Harry knew what he was doing.When nobody responded,
Mr. Damon, Owen, and Harry stood at Archer's Law Firm, surrounded by other attorneys as per Harry's instructions. He was prepared to provide them with a briefing on how the firm would now operate under his leadership. Within a mere twenty-four hours, they had received an influx of over a hundred cases due to Harry's return, much to Owen's delight. Harry directed each attorney to prioritize punctuality and other essential factors, and he explicitly instructed them to take on cases involving politicians if their instincts guided them to do so.The new approach didn't sit well with Owen. Over the past few months, the attorneys had been focusing on taking cases against less privileged individuals in order to generate revenue for the firm. However, with Harry's presence, his star power alone had the potential to generate millions. Owen no longer saw the need to involve politicians. He aimed to restore Archer's Law Firm to its former state."No, that won't do," Mr. Damon's voice commanded e
It had been seventy-two straight hours (3 days) since Cassandra left Luciano Company, declaring that she had found her own office. Harry had let her go, silently observing her every move without making it obvious. And just as he had suspected, once she was finished with his company, she swiftly hired an attorney anonymously, intending to use documents she didn't realize were fake to take over Harry's company. The legal documents arrived today, bearing her real name. Since Harry had never known her true identity, she assumed he wouldn't recognize her as the one attempting to sabotage him on Alexander's orders.Harry picked up the documents from his table, where his secretary had left them for him a day ago, knowing he hadn't been in the office. He let out a deep sigh as he leaned back in his chair, breaking the seal and reading the contents: "In the Superior Court of [Jurisdiction], Mr. Harry Luciano v. Miss Cecilia Duchess, Complaint for Theft of Company Property.”Harry couldn't help
In one of the private rooms at the airport, Alexander, Cassandra, and some of his associates were seated around a table filled with drinks and an assortment of food on a chilly morning.Cassandra reached out and grabbed a slice of bread, pouring herself a cup of tea."Shit!" Amp exclaimed. "I'll miss you."Everyone chuckled, deliberately diverting their attention away from Amp's comment and focusing on their breakfast. He knew Cassandra had been planning to travel back to Africa for the past few days, so why was he expressing his displeasure now?Ridiculous, isn't it? Cassandra rolled her eyes at his behavior. She wasn't in the right frame of mind to argue or engage with him. All she wanted was to get out of Europe. She had been feeling increasingly uncomfortable ever since they suspected that Harry might have substantial evidence to refute their claims of ownership over his company. The news of Harry's resurgence as a prominent figure in the legal world had just reached them the nigh
it's been Over twenty-four hours had passed, and Cassandra remained in police custody. Seated in her cell, she stared blankly outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alexander or one of his subordinates coming to her rescue. However, no one appeared. Various thoughts raced through her mind. What was happening? Was Alexander trying to betray her despite everything she had done for him? Why was he taking so long? She couldn't comprehend it. Every time footsteps approached, she would lift her head slightly, anticipating that they might be coming towards her cell. But time ticked on, and it had been over twenty-four hours. No one from Alexander's camp had ever stayed in police custody for that long.Did Amp even inform Alexander? Cassandra nodded disapprovingly, as she was certain he would have relayed the information. Since being dumped in the cell, she hadn't been questioned, despite her request. Filled with profound sadness, she rolled her eyes and leaned her back against the wall. Sudde
At first, Cassandra hesitated to open the file. She felt a sense of fear about what it might contain, so she stared at it for a while. She glanced up at Harry, who stood there, observing her reaction to the files he had tossed into her cell. After a few minutes, she mustered the courage to pick up the file and brought it closer to herself. Carefully, she broke the seal and began to flip through the pages, her gaze still fixed on Harry. To her surprise, his serious demeanor had vanished, replaced by a mocking smirk. This only heightened her curiosity about the contents of the file she was about to uncover.Her thoughts swirled aimlessly in her mind. She couldn't decipher Harry's intentions or what he had given her. Harry's unreadable demeanor left her feeling defeated even before she attempted to understand. However, she couldn't help but wonder why Alexander hadn't taken action to secure her release. Why hadn't he sent someone to rescue her? If he had, she wouldn't be left here, tryin
Amp sat in his room at the Sacramento mansion, but his gaze wandered outside. It was 4:00 am in the morning, yet sleep eluded him, especially with Cassandra in jail. He stared blankly through the window, finding no amusement or solace. With a blink, he shifted his attention to the cool ambient music playing in the background, hoping it would calm his racing thoughts. However, finding solace seemed impossible. He slid out of his bed naked, a habit he had developed over time. It might seem as if he had indulged in drug use, but that wasn't the case. Since childhood, he had grown accustomed to sleeping without clothes. It wasn't a matter of preference, but rather a lack of clothing. The few clothes he had were worn out and tattered, so sleeping naked became a way to stay connected to his humble beginnings and memories. Usually, it brought him comfort, but tonight was different. He had been in this state for the past six hours, and sleep continued to evade him.Amp slowly made his way to
8:25.pm Fuego Police Station.Amp stepped out of the cab and headed straight into the police station. His mind was still swirling with countless thoughts, but he had to compose himself and visit Cassandra. He couldn't leave her there as Alexander had instructed. He couldn't believe that Alexander had simply abandoned Cassandra without even making an attempt to help her. From what Amp had witnessed, Alexander hadn't done anything to intervene. It was unimaginable to him. As he entered the impressive police station building, a cold chill ran down his spine when he caught sight of the imposing prison walls. It reminded him of the time he had been thrown into jail and then swiftly released within six hours, thanks to Alexander's intervention. He swallowed nervously, wiping away the sweat with shaky hands. He made his way inside, his eyes scanning the different police officers stationed at the entrance. One of them asked, "Who are you looking for?" prompting Amp to pause."I need to see s