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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
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 73: Broken Mother & Son
Jennet stormed into the criminal detention center, her footsteps echoing off the drab walls. Her meeting with Devon had left her seething with frustration and anger. She was furious, her emotions simmering just below the surface. She had always harbored doubts about Devon's capabilities, suspecting he was more interested in collecting a paycheck from Number One and Bennet than in genuinely helping her son. As she walked, she replayed the meeting in her mind, her ire rising with each remembered detail. Devon had dodged and weaved around her questions, avoiding direct answers with the skill of a seasoned politician. Eventually, he had admitted the truth: without evidence, there was little he could do. The memory of his words, laced with condescension and apathy, fueled her anger. Jennet's thoughts turned to Bennet and men like him; opportunists who only looked for what they could gain, selfish and uncaring. That was the only way to explain why he had provided them with Devon for a l
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 74: Pointless Investigations
Mark walked into the office building, the sound of hammers and drills filling the air as reconstruction efforts were in full swing. He made his way to the ground floor, where he spotted the engineer in charge, John, huddled over a blueprint with another man. Mark approached them, extending his hand in greeting. "Hey John, how's it going?" He said with a smile, his eyes scanning the blueprint as they shook hands. John looked up, his expression focused, and nodded in greeting before returning his attention to the plans. "Mr. Darius, good to see you." "Looks like you've got a solid plan in place," Mark said, his mind already racing with the possibilities. The three of them stood there for a moment, poring over the blueprint, discussing the finer points of the reconstruction project. “Mark, this is Tony Chan, the architect who designed the building before your father acquired the property,” the engineer said, gesturing to the man beside him. “Nice to meet you, Tony,” Mark said, exten
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 75: Get Me Out Please, Mum
Jennet's voice trembled as she spoke into the phone, "Brown, how are you holding up?" She already knew the answer, but she had to ask. On the other end of the line, Brown shook his head, tears rolling down his cheeks and into his full beard. Jennet's heart broke at the sight. Brown had never kept a beard before; it didn't suit him. But now, he looked so unkempt and forlorn, like a criminal. The thought sent her into a fresh wave of tears. Both mother and son sat in silence, holding their phones to their ears, crying without saying a word. The only sound was their sobbing, a heartbreaking symphony of pain and despair. Jennet's mind raced with thoughts of her son's innocence, of the injustice that had been done to him. She felt helpless, trapped in this nightmare she couldn't wake up from. As they sat there, tears streaming down their faces, Jennet knew she had to keep fighting for Brown's freedom. She couldn't give up, no matter how bleak things seemed. She took a deep breath, tryin
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 76: The Taste of Retribution
Mark pushed open the door to David's office, located in the Igloo commercial building, and stepped inside. Before he could even take a seat, David sprang into action. He darted up from his chair, threw on his jacket, and exclaimed, "You've arrived just in time!" Mark's confusion was evident on his face as he asked, "In time for what?" Mark's eyes narrowed slightly, trying to read between the lines. David's expression turned serious as he revealed, "You've been invited to a meeting with the board, Mark." Mark's confusion deepened. "What for?" He asked. "Besides, shouldn't they know that I've just lost my office to an explosion?" David's gaze darted around the room before settling back on Mark. "They've arranged to meet in the executive conference room of the Piccadilly Hotels." Mark sensed hesitation in David's voice and pressed on. "What else, David? There's more, isn't there?" David sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his words. "They've found out about the new
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