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Underestimated Retribution Chapter 65: Barging Elena
Mark stepped aside, allowing the guard to enter without so much as a glance in his direction. He was struggling to keep his anger in check, his frustration with the constant surveillance simmering just below the surface. He had told his father time and time again that he didn't need the guards, but Gabriel was always insistent. Mark muttered under his breath, "There's no privacy with their lot." The guard remained stationary, his eyes fixed on Mark with a neutral expression. Mark moved over to a wine cabinet in the room, pouring himself a drink as a way to calm his nerves. As he turned back to face the guard, he asked, "And what's your name?" The man's response was curt, "Ghost." Mark's eyebrows raised in amusement, and for a moment, he almost forgot about his anger. The name was fitting, given the guard's stealthy presence, and Mark couldn't help but wonder if it was a nickname or a surname. Mark's eyes narrowed, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Why would a mother give
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 66: Pawns In Number One's Game
Bennet sat in his car, still shaken from his recent encounter with Number One. He couldn’t shake off the feeling of being mere inches from death. He thought about how close he had come to being inside the building when the bomb went off. If he had known he was carrying a bomb inside the box he would have never agreed to do the job. But then he always knew there was something inside it. And that thing nearly cost him his life. The mere thought sent chills down his spine. He cursed under his breath, his anger and frustration boiling over. He was determined to get an explanation from Number One, but every time he tried calling, the line wouldn’t connect. His text messages went unanswered, leaving him feeling helpless and enraged. As he sat in the parking lot, his mind wandered to the potential consequences of being linked to the explosion. If Mark Darius had died, it would have been a twisted victory, but Bennet knew he would be in a world of trouble. He had to get in touch with Numb
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 67: Frustrated Jennet & Bennett
Jennet checked her lipstick in the mirror, ensuring everything was perfect, before locking the door behind her. As she walked to the bus stop, her mind wandered to her son, who was still in prison. "My son, oh, Brown," she thought to herself, her heart heavy with worry. She watched as the bus approached the stop ahead and quickened her pace to catch it, not wanting to be left behind. Jennet alighted in town and walked up to Bennet’s office, silently praying he would still be in. The parking lot of his firm’s building looked deserted when she arrived, and her hopes almost sank into her chest. But she smiled at the security guard in front of the door, who recognized her and opened the door with a courteous nod. She concluded that Bennet must definitely be in then. With renewed optimism, she walked up to his office, knocked on the door, and stepped inside. The familiar sight of Bennet’s organized desk and stern expression greeted her, and she felt a sense of relief wash over her. "He
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 68: A Taste of Your Poison
Mark walked back into the room, his eyes scanning the space as if searching for something out of place. He noticed Karen quickly putting down her phone, her movements swift and secretive. She gently set it inside her handbag, her eyes flicking up to meet him as he entered. "Sorry about the interruption earlier," Mark said, his deep voice filling the room. "I had to deal with an issue that came up impromptu." "It's fine," Karen replied, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. Mark's gaze lingered on her, sensing that something was off. "Is everything okay?" He asked, his tone gentle. Karen rose to her feet, her movements graceful. "I want to leave," she said, her voice curt. Mark's face fell, hurt evident in his eyes. "Why so soon?" He asked, his voice laced with disappointment. Karen's expression softened slightly. "I have to go check up on my uncle in the hospital, and then head back home to prepare for work tomorrow." Mark wanted to ask if she was still upset about the inciden
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 69: Brown Needs A Miracle
Brown sat in his prison cell, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anxiety, staring into the darkness. Sleep was a luxury he couldn't afford, not since the incident with the box. The memory of it made his skin crawl, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, even in the solitude of his cell. The officers had tried to trace the source of the box, but it seemed to have appeared out of thin air, with no leads or clues to follow. The thought sent a shiver down Brown's spine. Who could be so calculated, so ruthless, as to want him dead? He racked his brain, trying to recall anyone he might have offended, anyone who might hold a grudge against him, so deep that it would drive them to such an extreme. But his mind was a blank slate, unable to conjure up a single face or name. The more he thought about it, the more his anxiety grew, until he felt like he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. Even the thought of being dead sent a wave of electricity pulsing up and down his spin
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 70: Rules & Regulations For Elena
Mark's gaze remained fixed on Elena, his eyes piercing and unyielding. He could sense her discomfort, her unease palpable as she shifted in her seat. Her eyes darted between the lavish spread before her and Mark's unwavering stare, as if searching for an escape from the tension. The silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved conflicts. Mark's presence seemed to fill the room, his dominance over the situation evident in his calm, collected demeanor. Elena, on the other hand, appeared small and vulnerable, her usual confidence and poise deserting her in the face of Mark's piercing gaze. The stillness was broken only by the soft clinking of silverware against plates, the sound echoing through the room like a ticking time bomb, waiting to unleash the pent-up emotions that hung in the air. Mark's eyes never wavered, his focus solely on Elena, as if daring her to speak, to break the silence that threatened to consume them both. Catherine led the procession of staff
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 71: If Only She Knows His Plans
Mark descended the stairs, his mind already immersed in the challenges of the day ahead. His thoughts were consumed by the looming meeting with the board members, and the crucial deal that hung precariously in the balance. One obstacle stood in his way: convincing Karen to agree to his proposal. Despite their brief acquaintance, Mark sensed a deep connection with her, and his intuition whispered that they could share something extraordinary together. As he climbed down the spiraling steps, his heart whispered a cautionary tale, reminding him of the painful scars left by a past love. Mark's smile turned melancholic, acknowledging the wounds that still lingered. Yet, he refused to let fear dictate his future. He was determined to confront his doubts and take a chance on Karen. With a resolute breath, Mark pushed aside the memories and focused on the present. He had a deal to close, and a potential love to nurture. As Mark reached the bottom step, he was greeted by an unexpected sig
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 72: Filthy Lawyer
Jennet sat in the back seat of her ordered ride, her mind wandering around the events that had plagued her life in recent times. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle sway of the vehicle couldn't calm the storm brewing in her thoughts. Brown's unjust imprisonment weighed heavily on her heart, and Bennet's inaction had become a source of frustration. She couldn't understand why he hadn't used his influence and resources to help Brown yet. What beat her mind the most was why Number One chose to remain silent, even after claiming it was all part of the plan. Jennet could only hate him the most at that moment, and wished she really had the power to harm him. As she delved deeper into her thoughts, the question echoed in her mind: what can I do by myself? What can I do to help my son? The passing scenery outside her window blurred together, poorly at distracting her from her worries. It broke her heart to think that she had no real influence outside Gabriel Darius’ name. She almost
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