A tall, masculine man in his early thirties, dressed in white garments that resembled those of the reverend's attendants, approached Harry and Pietro where they were seated."Good afternoon, how may the reverend help you?" he greeted with a smile."Something spiritual. I need to see him personally," Harry responded, not sparing the young man a glance, while Pietro observed as he left.They had been waiting for the last two hours to see Reverend Hale. However, there was a long line of people seeking spiritual advice and prayers.In a world where some logical matters often seek spiritual guidance, everyone stood in line to meet the same priest who had just endorsed someone seemingly unscrupulous as God's chosen candidate for the job."You came yesterday, didn't you?" One woman in the line asked another as she joined."Yeah, I did. My husband didn't eat my meal last night but requested to defile my body, and I refused. He said he would divorce me," she confidently replied, drawing Harry'
The cool evening breeze blew as Harry sat in the hotel lobby, engrossed with his phone. After turning it off, he returned to his table, taking a sip of his drink while his mind lingered on the day's ordeal.Reverend Hale's words about fighting for a lost cause lingered in his thoughts. He refused to accept it as a prophecy or a predestined fate. Believing that everyone held their destinies, Harry dismissed Hale's words.A beep from his phone snapped him out of his contemplation. Slowly picking up his phone, he checked the notification. Scrolling down, he read the headline of a video, "Reverend Hale Re-inducts Another Candidate as the Will of God."Curiosity piqued, Harry quickly clicked on the video. As it began to play, he swiftly headed towards the comment section in search of the core points discussed."Did he induct someone else? Who?" Harry thought as he scrolled through the comment section."I'm sure voting for Reverend Hale's candidate," one comment read. Harry rolled his eyes
After a few minutes, Harry sped into the church premises and parked his car before heading inside to find Reverend Hale.Upon entering, he noticed the absence of the previous long queue; it seemed the sessions for the day had ended.As he approached, one of the priest's assistants blocked his path. "He is done giving advice for today." He said."Tell him it's Harry; he personally asked me to come see him now," Harry lied, hoping the assistant would believe him. He wasn't prepared to disclose any information to someone who might not be trustworthy.The man nodded slowly, seemingly buying Harry's explanation, and allowed him to pass. Harry swiftly made his way into the priest's office.Once he reached Reverend Hale's office, Harry noticed the absence of the cassock, and a smirk of satisfaction curled up on his lips as he clutched the file in his hand, muttering under his breath, "Time for violation."Entering the office again, he swiftly settled into the chair, startling Reverend Hale,
In no time, Harry arrived at his hotel and hurried inside. Glancing at his watch, it was 6:43 PM, and he sighed in disappointment at how late the time had been,his whole day was about visiting Reverend Hale.He hasn't gone to either of the companies or anywhere he was supposed to.His business visits had been put on hold due to the focus on arranging everything for Fredrik. Harry slammed the car doors shut, locking them before heading towards the hotel entrance. Suddenly, a tall figure, about six feet,wide hairy chest and abs, Weighing by his height one would think he was in his early forties but it was half of that.He started walking towards him. Harry paused, stopping in his tracks as the figure approached.“Hey, Harry Lucaino,” the voice sounded cold, accompanied by a forced smile. Harry could easily discern the insincerity and anticipated an encounter.“How can I assist you? No need for the fake smile,” Harry responded, meeting the piercing gaze without flinching.“Do I need to?” H
The following day, Harry woke up early as usual. He hurriedly took a bath and dressed himself, realizing upon a glance at his watch that it was already 9:00 am—he had overslept.He threw on a simple Louis Vuitton T-shirt and shorts before making his way downstairs. Acknowledging greetings from his staff with a wave, he briskly exited, intending to stop by his company before visiting Iron Fist.Without delay, Harry hit the road in his Range Rover. He swiftly checked on his Fashion company, ensuring everything was running smoothly before departing to Mr. Damon's, now known as Luciano's, company."Good morning, sir!" Bruce greeted Harry, prompting other staff members to quickly follow suit, expressing their gratitude for the increased pay and allowances since Harry assumed control of the company.After a few minutes, Harry took his leave, realizing he was running late for the meeting with Iron Fist. With the upcoming elections and his anticipated busy schedule, punctuality was crucial.T
Harry hit the road, a satisfied smirk curling up his lips as he anticipated the upcoming clash between Iron Fist and Mr. Damon.After a few minutes, he veered towards the route heading to the hotel, accelerating. However, thoughts of Fredrik clouded his mind. With just two days until New Year's Eve, he hadn't even begun campaigning for the congressional office nor even picked it back up.The ring of his phone snapped him out of his reverie. He quickly picked up, putting it on loudspeaker as he continued driving."Hello," he greeted as soon as he answered."Hey, Tazio," Scarlet began. "Clara has done what you asked.""Oh, okay. Thanks," he replied, ending the call as he continued driving.A satisfied smile spread across his face, knowing he was about to corner Martin and his deceitful tactics.After a few minutes, he accelerated onto the streets leading to the hotel. Glancing out the window, his eyes suddenly caught sight of a newly opened mall. Impressed by its exterior, Harry couldn'
At the Archer's mansion, Mr. Damon sat with his family, each engrossed in different activities except Diane, who hadn't joined them."Where's Diane?" Mr. Damon asked, his eyes darting around once he saw James.James slowly raised his head from his phone. "She's in her room," he replied swiftly, bending back over to his phone."And when is she going to stop this behavior? She no longer converses with her family," Mr. Damon voiced his concern.Mrs. Freya rolled her eyes at her husband's comment. "Let her be. I guess she's still healing.""Healing?" he repeated with a scowl. "It's been almost a month since it happened. Everyone has moved on. Both on the internet and in real life.""It's better than being checked into rehab," she fired back, muttering.Mr. Damon's eyes drifted back to the ongoing news on the television while he tried to avoid his wife's gaze.The news announcer exclaimed, "It's really a surprise! Fredrik Bahm has just entered the congressional race at the last minute."Mr
Taking a seat in the front row, right beside Harry, Mr. Damon's mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts. He couldn't quite fathom why he was in church, especially after coercing Victor into this situation. The presence of the Reverend fueled his suspicions, but he pushed those unsettling thoughts aside, trying to focus on the ongoing praises and worship before the priest's arrival at the altar for the ceremony.Inside the opulent and solemn sanctuary of the grand church, embellished with stained glass and dancing candle flames, a congregation had assembled for what they believed was a regular service, unaware that it was to become the official induction of a congressional candidate.The tension in the room intensified as the praise and worship drew to a close, leaving everyone anticipating the arrival of the priest. With each passing second, Mr. Damon's heart pounded against his ribs, his stomach a whirlwind of nervous butterflies, eager to uncover Harry's motives.After a few tense min
The judge's eyes widened.“Take the scoundrel and lock his ass up!” A voice from the crowd shouted.“Lock him up!” “Oh my god,he has no regard for the other gender!” “Take this pedophile away; he disgusts me!” Harry smiled. This was what he wanted; he wanted them to slam the gender inequality in his face while he used it against him. Harry couldn't help but smile as he looked at Mr. Damon. His face was filled with astonishment.He must be wondering how Harry was able to get all that information for someone as scary as Harry.…After some minutes of each lady's narrative, their experiences, and topping their claims with medical results, Alexander was stunned.He didn't see it coming. No, now he came to cheer up Mr. Damon for taking away Harry's legal power.“Take him away!!” The judge finally declared, and there was an uproar in the audience as they jubilated.The women's stories were touching.And even those who didn't know Alexander wanted justice for the ladies.Now that he was
Everybody was seated in the courtroom for the public hearing.This could end or make Harry. He sat at the front with Jade by his side as his assistant attorney.Meanwhile, Mr. Damon and his group sat on the other side of the big, gigantic hall. He was happy Harry chose a public hearing. “This would be the end of his career,” he muttered to himself before flashing his attorneys a smirk.He would end up burying his carriage! While Scarlet, Samantha, Ms. Oct, and Stanley sat at the other end, their faces creased with a frown.Stanley couldn't just stop biting his nails; he was nervous about what the outcome would be.They had pleaded with Harry that they try to get some of the judges to be on their side, but he refused to allow them to bride or blackmail any more judges to try to support him.Now he was seated there on his own, not knowing what the outcome would look like.To the judges sitting there, they kept whispering to each other and stealing glances at him for no reason.Well,i
The entire place was engulfed in chaos as protesters descended upon Archer's Law Firm, demanding the release of Professor Evelyn.Harry, who had just parked his car and witnessed the unfolding scene, initially couldn't comprehend what was happening. However, as he approached closer, he could hear their chants reverberating through the air: "Let Professor Evelyn go! Let her go!"A chuckle escaped Harry's lips as he listened to their fervent cries. He had underestimated the woman. She possessed a remarkable ability to captivate the media and garner sympathy effortlessly, without even lifting a finger.All Harry had done was order her arrest and request that she be brought in with her lawyer. Little did he know that it would spark a protest. Unbeknownst to him, the woman had resorted to paying and manipulating people to tarnish his image. Unable to resist, he had filed a defamation lawsuit against her, determined to protect his character.He carefully parked his vehicle, contemplating hi
Days passed, and Harry had dismissed the smear campaigns against his company as mere negative criticism from blogs. However, he soon discovered he was mistaken.Today, after receiving a call from Pietro about the news, he turned on his television. The newscaster's voice filled the room, delivering a shocking revelation."The Luciano company has been scamming innocent citizens!"Confusion furrowed Harry's brows as he walked over to where the television was positioned. He stood to the side, as if trying to distance himself from what he was seeing and hearing.To his surprise, the newscaster was none other than Professor Evelyn Hartley, the CEO of one of the most popular broadcast stations in the country. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He was at a loss as to what was happening. Just four days ago, he had seen the blogs posting about his designs being of inferior quality. After conducting a thorough investigation, he had discovered another company imitating his work. He had taken legal
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Amp, unable to comprehend the unexpected encounter. Amp, however, seemed unfazed by Harry's presence and nonchalantly turned to leave without uttering a word. The abrupt snub left Harry feeling a mix of confusion and frustration.As Amp disappeared into the crowd, Harry clenched his fists, his mind racing with unanswered questions. Feeling the weight of his pent-up emotions, he stormed off in search of an outlet for his frustration.His anger led him back to the counter where the lady who had processed the $90,000 transaction stood, unaware of the storm that was about to hit her. Harry approached her with a steely expression, his voice sharp and filled with irritation."Do you have any idea what you just put me through?" he snapped, his tone cutting through the air. "Ninety thousand dollars! How could you be so careless?"The lady's eyes widened in surprise, her previous confidence now replaced with a mix of fear and regret. She stamme
Pietro accelerated, determined to catch up with the other cars on the road. However, his determination was matched by his concerns."Young master, what do you plan to do about that woman? She's like a witch! She's sowing discord among your staff, and once she's done with Bruce, it'll only get worse," Pietro expressed, his worry evident in his voice.Before Pietro could finish, Harry abruptly interrupted him. "Pietro, I will handle it. In fact, I've already taken steps to address the situation. Please, just focus on the road, for heaven's sake!"Pietro swallowed hard, feeling defeated. He understood that Harry was under immense stress, given the upcoming launch and other critical cases that demanded his attention. The weight of it all, combined with Katrina's manipulative tactics, was taking its toll. What Pietro couldn't comprehend was the motive behind her actions. Was it merely her way of life, or did she have a more sinister agenda?Harry's eyes caught sight of a large mall along t
Harry sat on the veranda of his house, feeling lost and troubled. He stared at the glass table in front of him, deep in thought. He reached for his wine glass, taking a small sip to ease his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about Katrina and the problems she was causing. With only two days left before the launch, her actions were creating more harm than good. To make matters worse, she would be staying for another seven days during fashion week, further complicating things. Harry had tried to keep his distance from her, but she was stirring up trouble among his staff, causing them to turn against each other. It was disheartening for Harry, as he valued a harmonious work environment. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, trying to stay awake and figure out how to handle the situation. However, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with a solution that felt right. The sleepless night stretched on, leaving Harry feeling frustrated and uncertain.Harry stood up from the chair with a dee
Pietro quickly averted his gaze, pretending not to have seen her, while Scarlet and Jade forged ahead. They hadn't encountered her before, so they passed by without exchanging a word, but their necks involuntarily craned back as they were struck by her striking beauty. Jade's mind swirled with thoughts that she might be a model, but she pushed those ideas aside and continued walking with Scarlet and Pietro, who were making a beeline for Bruce's office."Good morning, Mr. Pietro. Miss Scarlet," Bruce greeted warmly. Then, as his eyes landed on Jade, he exclaimed, "Good morning, Miss Jade!" He quickly ushered them to their seats, using animated hand gestures to guide them."Where's today's memo?" Pietro inquired, and without hesitation, Bruce swiftly handed it over. He was relieved that Harry had sent someone like Pietro, who wouldn't tolerate any of Katrina's excesses. If it had been Bruce himself, he knew she wouldn't listen to his instructions and would simply do as she pleased. Howev
Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from the bracelet. It appeared to be a blend of ancient artifact and modernized diamond jewelry. He continued to stare at it, spinning it around anxiously in his hands."So, she really is a manipulator?" Scarlet asked, her gaze fixed on Harry. He had provided them with all the necessary details and the shocking revelation had left everyone stunned, with some still doubting the existence of such manipulation. Samantha narrowed her eyes at where Stanley was seated, clenching her teeth. Despite Harry making him apologize for his wrongdoings, she couldn't bring herself to forgive him. Looking at him, she felt the urge to march over, grab his beard, and yank it forcefully."So what do we do?" Pietro asked, leaning in with anticipation. Harry took a deep breath, contemplating the best course of action. The situation was complex; Katrina was a crucial asset for the upcoming fashion week and his official design launch. Simply chasing her away would be a form