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
The next day.At the Courtroom.The courtroom was filled with not just people—attorneys, videographers, and witnesses, coupled with the audience and judges—but also different activities.Jade stepped forward, clad in a jumpsuit from Burberry. Her face beamed with triumphant smiles even before starting, and Damon couldn't help but scowl.As usual, Jade being Harry's attorney would have been an advantage, but after seeing how good she was the last time, he underestimated her since it was her first time. He knew better not to try it again. Even if he hates Harry, he couldn't deny the fact that he was a pro, and any attorney he touches turned to be an A-list lawyer of the states.Putting on an unreadable expression, he turned his gaze to Iron Fist, who nodded once their eyes met. Giving him a nod of 'everything is okay,' he had to force a smile, adjusting his clothes like butterflies weren't having a dance in his stomach.His eyes darted to the crowd, and there were not many people like t
Harry strode out of the hall, Frederik and Jade in tow, eliciting curious glances from the onlookers. Some stole quick glances from the corners of their eyes, while others openly gazed at them as if they were visitors from another realm.Gasps and hushed whispers swept through the crowd, capturing the attention of Mr. Damon and Iron Fist. Their eyes remained fixated on Harry even after the court proceedings had ended. They were still taken aback by his ability to turn the tables and secure Martin's release, thwarting their plans and forcing them to search for another scapegoat.The urinal drug test conducted on Martin proved his innocence. Damon had instructed Owen to falsely vouch for Martin's addiction and his responsibility for the warehouse. However, Jade's insistence on taking the test and revealing the truth brought everything to light.Jade initially hesitated about Martin's innocence, but she saw it as his only chance for salvation and urged him to take the test. To their reli
Harry was taken aback by Owen's presence. Despite their encounters in the courtroom, they had to maintain the illusion of being enemies to preserve Owen's facade around Mr. Damon and protect his job.They settled onto the same couch, with Harry keeping a close eye on Owen.Jade stood up swiftly, a wide grin on her face as she greeted, "Hey Owen, how are you doing?""Oh, my bad," she chuckled. "I just saw you in court, and you were doing just fine."Owen nodded happily."What can I get you, Owen?" Harry asked, already on his feet, ready to take Owen's order."Nothing too serious, actually. Anything will do. I'll just have water," he smiled."Water?" Harry exclaimed jokingly. "Don't worry, I must have fumbled while asking. I shouldn't have."The two men exchanged smiles as Harry made his way towards the kitchen to fetch Owen his preferred brand of drinks. However, upon entering the kitchen, he was greeted by Samantha, a broad smile adorning her face."Any security breaches to handle or m
"You're always the main character, and we can only assume and taste such a role when you're away. But this time, there's a lot happening in the law firm, and it'll consume not just me and them, but you as well," Owen said, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and concern.He slowly sniffed, turning away from Harry's gaze to catch a break before continuing."The suicidal case," his voice suddenly became low, and Harry's brow knitted in surprise as he realized he was referring to Jane's case—the very same case that landed him in jail."What is all this about?" Harry managed to mutter, his confusion evident."It's not suicide," Owen raised his eyes to Harry, tears brimming in his eyes. "It's murder, Harry!"Harry gasped, his jaw dropping open, unable to form coherent words. He leaned in closer, squinting his eyes as if trying to confirm the reality of what he had just heard. Jade, too, clapped her hands over her mouth in stunned disbelief. The room fell into a heavy silence, as