As Harry laid eyes on Jade, his breath caught in his throat, a sudden question racing through his mind: Was Jade the one behind the intrusion?The room fell into an eerie silence, a moment that seemed to stretch on. All attention turned to Jade, who appeared equally taken aback by the sudden scrutiny, unsure of what was unfolding before her."Harry, I..." Her words faltered, punctuated by heavy breaths as she placed a hand on her chest. "I saw someone—a possible intruder. I think he might be an assassin!"In that suspended moment, it felt as though time stood still for Harry as he tried to make sense of the situation.What was Jade's motive? Could she truly be the one responsible for the break-in?Harry found himself pondering Stephanie's words, contemplating whether Jade could be the mastermind behind it all. Suddenly, everything seemed to click into place—it aligned perfectly, especially considering she had urged him to check his room for a surprise.Was that her way to lure him ups
As he held onto the box, Jade let out a helpless whimper, a sound that seemed to echo helplessness, leaving both men stunned.Harry remained silent, observing the intruder's actions. The intruder clutched the box while still wielding the gun, his gaze darting between Harry, Pietro, and his accomplice in the same room."Who the hell sent two groups of people into the house within barely twenty-four hours of your arrival?" Pietro's frown deepened as he spoke up.Finally, the intruder fired a shot, staggering back a couple of steps, astonished at the genuinely bulletproof glass.He couldn't believe the level of security Harry had implemented in his house, recognizing the fearsomeness of the men he was dealing with.Investing in a smart house was Harry's best defense, especially considering his mini law firm housing a multitude of important documents."Who sent you?" Harry activated the sound system, allowing them to communicate without compromising the protective glass."Does it even mat
After an hour, the police officers Harry called arrived swiftly at the venue. He led them upstairs to where the chaotic incident had unfolded.The once-packed crowd had dispersed, leaving only Harry and his assistants behind.Upon reaching where Armon's lifeless body lay, one of the police officers inquired, "What happened to him?"Armon's corpse had turned a deep shade of blue, indicative of the poison coursing through his lungs and body as he struggled for life."The box was poisoned," Harry explained, gesturing towards where Armon had dropped the box after retrieving the Rolex watch.The officers refrained from approaching the box, immediately calling for backup and a detective team. Soon, they arrived at Harry's mansion.The police officers swiftly apprehended the second intruder, who was handcuffed and escorted away. Simultaneously, they headed to the living room to arrest Stephanie.The detective team swiftly arrived,photographing the room and the deceased body, and securing the
His gaze drifted down to the three security personnel in question as they positioned themselves in front of him. Uncertainty clouded his mind as he pondered whether he was truly making a sound decision of taking in security personnel."Young master, they'll be staying here with us. Miss Samantha and Mr. Lucas will be your personal guards," Pietro announced.Harry's eyes blinked rapidly at the mention of Samantha; he had anticipated having male guards, assuming them to be stronger."Why the woman and not the two men?" he wondered to himself, but quickly dismissed the thought as unimportant, understanding that the security personnel were just for appearances.He believed he could protect himself from any harm without their assistance.The following day, Harry sluggishly walked out of his room. As soon as he opened the door, the first person he encountered was Samantha.Her eyes popped open, and sleepiness vanished almost instantly at the sight of him. She was dressed in a semi-transpare
The knock on the door jolted both Harry and Jade out of their concentration.Springing up from the couch, Harry didn't hesitate to open the door, only to discover it was the police officers."Good morning, Mr. Harry," one of them greeted, and Harry nodded, ushering them inside.They made themselves comfortable while the one who looked like their head of the department brought out a piece of paper before clearing his throat.On seeing Jade, he remarked, "Oh, miss, thank you for your statement. We really appreciate it; it really helped in our investigations."Jade smiled."Mr. Harry," the officer began, piquing Harry's interest as he leaned in closer to listen."We have done our investigation and noticed that the intruders were indeed two groups. The two who are still alive are from the same group, while the dead one is from a whole different place."Harry nodded quickly; it was information he was privy to before now, so it was no longer new. After meeting the two intruders in his room
At Blazin Eatery in New York,11:00 am. Mr. Damon and Iron Fist sat quietly, engrossed in their meal until the waiter efficiently cleared their dishes once they were done.Breaking the silence, Iron Fist sighed deeply, expressing disappointment, "My men didn't succeed." He wiped his mouth with tissues, and a sense of frustration lingered in his voice.Upon hearing these words, Mr. Damon swiftly raised his head, eyes fixed on Iron Fist in disbelief. Iron Fist had orchestrated a plan to steal the Luciano bracelet that Damian had sent to Harry.After gathering information from Damian about the bracelet and understanding its potential impact on Harry's tattoos – which were no ordinary tattoos – Iron Fist had struck a deal with Damian. Damian provided details about the timing and the specific box in which the bracelet was stored.Mr. Damon had anticipated a flawless execution of the mission. However, learning that it had gone awry, his face contorted into a surprised frown."What really h
As they rode back to their destination, Iron Fist couldn't help but smile at the last-minute events, knowing how much the media would link Armon's death to Harry.Taking a deep breath, he turned to Damon. “How are your plans for the final lawsuits tomorrow?”Mr. Damon sniffed, “I can't tell, but we have the upper hand at the moment, even without the help of the judge.”“I'll pin it on Martin. Ms. Oct thinks she's got the sauce to talk down on people; well, they should take the hit,” he added with a sly smirk.Finally at their destination - Iron Fist's house. They both exited the car and headed inside. In no time, they were in the living room.After a while of Mr. Damon's thoughts, he suddenly sat up on his couch, diverting his eyes away from his phone.“What are your plans for tomorrow?” He asked, curious about what plans he has for the case, now that he is a known witness who would join him as a prosecutor for their court hearing.Taking a deep breath, he replied casually, “Shifting
Gina stopped abruptly in her steps, a startled expression on her face as she clutched her chest before gasping. Raising her eyes back to the figure who now stood in front of her, she couldn't help but stare at her mesmerizing beauty. Despite being in her late sixties, she still held a light and stood out whenever she appeared in public.She stood in front of Damon, her eyes fiery red, glaring with anger as she fixed her gaze on him while he averted his to avoid eye contact with her. Iron Fist wore a puzzled expression, not understanding what was going on.“Oh, here you are,” she chuckled before marring her features into a frown again.“I'm sorry, sir! Very sorry, sir!” Iron Fist's security pleaded, his knees almost giving way to the floor in an attempt to please his boss. He knew fully well what would be his fate once the whole chaos was resolved.“Sir, I tried to hold her off, but she wouldn't. She just barged into the building, refusing to adhere to the rules.”“So how may I help yo