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
Driving with his family in the car, Mr. Damon couldn't shake off the disbelief that Fredrik had been inducted by the priest instead of him. His mind whirled, fixated on the leverage Harry held over him to betray their partnership as business partners in such a manner; it must have been something important.Lost in thought, he drove slowly, ignoring his family. None of them dared talked about the subject of the unexpected induction, the atmosphere thick with the knowledge of how the tables had turned against him.After a few minutes, he guided the car towards home. Within moments, he pulled into the driveway, observing as everyone exited the car and went inside, leaving him alone, still seated within the vehicle.Gripping the wheel tightly, he leaned forward, a jumble of thoughts swirling in his mind. At this juncture, he regretted ever crossing paths with Harry—nothing seemed to align in his favor since their association began.Pushing those negative thoughts aside, he resolved to main
Mr. Damon and his family were seated in their living room after the elections. Unlike their usual routine, none of them had gone out to vote, so they anxiously awaited the results.Mr. Damon's gaze remained fixed on the television screen as the news anchor seemed to delay, skirting around delivering the information they awaited.After a few minutes of this uncertainty, he decided to proceed with the news. Everyone leaned in with keen interest, their eyes glued to the television, eager to hear the results.The news anchor began, "Ladies and gentlemen, after months of campaigning and anticipation, we finally have the results for the Congressional election. It was a closely contested battle, but ultimately…”All eyes remained fixed on the TV screen as the anchor proclaimed, "Mr. Fredrik Bahm has emerged as the winner!"Mr. Damon's eyes widened in astonishment, gasping in disbelief. He couldn't fathom what he had just heard. Fredrik winning over him was unexpected, especially after Victor