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
"Sir, do you mean you won the election?" one of the reporters asked after a few minutes of silence, prompting others to snap out of their reverie.Mr Damon's remark was one they weren't expecting."So,are you saying it was rigged? Mr. Fredrik isn't the rightful winner of the election?" another reporter chimed in, pushing forward and pushing her camera toward Mr. Damon's face."You mentioned benefactors. Are you implying that Fredrik Bahm is controlled by corporate giants behind the scenes while he's just a figurehead?" "Could you elaborate more on this, sir?" another interrupted abruptly, causing everyone to fall silent as he brought a microphone forward to speak."You all know me too well. I can't let this slide. If I don't get vindicated, it jeopardizes the future of our country. I can't allow some stand-in riffraff to take up such an important role in the country.""It would be a shame for us now and in the future. He has no autonomy, and you all saw it. The election was rigged. Wh
The L&M Hotels compound buzzed with guests, and cars filled the garage in preparation for the upcoming New Year's Eve concert at the hotel's event center, an event Harry had scheduled to bring in more tracks and generate revenue to the hotel.In his office, the door suddenly creaked open, revealing Jade walking in, her gaze fixed on her phone as she was engrossed in it, making her way toward where Harry was seated.Upon reaching him, she slowly lowered her hands, allowing Harry to see what had grabbed her attention: Mr. Damon's speech, threatening to initiate a legal duel challenging the election results.Harry sat up, adjusting in his chair as he brought the phone closer to his gaze. His full attention was fixed on the screen as he watched Mr. Damon threaten a legal challenge to contest the election results and a gasp slowly escaped his mouth at Mr Damon's guts as he tried to play the victim card to gain the public sympathy.The sound of the door opening startled both Harry and Jade,
"Good morning, sir. There's a package that needs your urgent attention," said one of Harry's staff as he entered his office, prompting Harry to quietly raise his gaze."What is it?" he asked."I don't know, sir. It's sealed up!"Jade swiftly gestured, collected the box, and handed it over to Harry. Without wasting any time, he placed it on his table and began to unbox it.With a determined and curious look, Harry tore the seal apart, causing a brown envelope to fall to the ground as he forcefully ripped open the box.Harry stooped down and retrieved the envelope from the ground, examining it closely. The envelope bore a coat of arms, with the words "Legal Affairs" embossed in silver at the upper corner. With a deep breath, he tore open the envelope and withdrew a neatly folded letter.As Harry unfolded the letter, his eyes traced the elegant calligraphy. His initial curiosity turned into disbelief, almost whispering as he read aloud, "The legal duel? He's suing me?"His mind raced, at