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
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
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
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
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
Jennet stepped out of the cab and gazed up at the restaurant's elegant facade, feeling a touch of nervous excitement. Charlie's text had invited her to meet him here, and she couldn't help but wonder what to expect. The upscale European theme and refined ambiance made her feel a little out of place, considering she had just returned from prison. As she entered, Charlie greeted her with a warm, charming smile, and her heart skipped a beat. "You look stunning, Jennet," he said, taking her hand and planting a small kiss on it. The gesture was old-fashioned and romantic, and Jennet couldn't help but blush. As they were led to their table, Jennet couldn't help but wonder how Charlie could afford such an expensive place. She smiled back at him, feeling a sense of doubt mixed with anticipation for what the afternoon might hold. He held out her seat for her and waited till she was comfortably sitting down before going over to his. He asked her how she was, and she didn't know when a sigh
Mark and David were sitting in David's office, discussing various business matters. Mark asked, "How are the plans for a new office space for me coming along?" David shook his head. "None for now, Mark. We're still looking for the right location and negotiating prices." Mark thought for a while, his brow furrowed in contemplation. Then, a sly smile spread across his face. "I have an idea," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. David raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?" Mark leaned forward, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "I think you would like the surprise better.” Mark arrived at the building complex, a sleek and modern structure that hosted a subsidiary of Bennet's company. He was here to meet with Tyrese, a friend who was renting the space to Bennet. They had agreed to meet in person over the phone. As Mark approached Tyrese, they shook hands firmly. Tyrese's expression turned sympathetic. "Sorry to hear about your building, Mark. That was a tough br
Mark walked through the front door, expecting some mild drama from Elena. And indeed, she greeted him with a cheerful "Welcome home, honey!" But Mark's expression turned stern, and he said, "Say that again." Elena's face scrunched up in confusion, and she recollected the instructions he had given her on her first night. Mark could almost see the thoughts racing through her mind. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she apologized, "I'm so sorry, Mark! I made a mistake. Welcome home, Mark." Mark didn't respond, his silence a clear indication of his displeasure. He walked past her, heading straight to his room, leaving Elena looking worried and uncertain. Mark climbed downstairs later, and the aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, guiding him to the dining table. Elena beamed with a wide smile as he approached. "I made your favorite, Mark! Spaghetti bolognese and oven-grilled chicken. And on the side, we have salad dressing, garlic bread,” she was going on. Mark cut he