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Underestimated Retribution Chapter 83: Another Cross-Fire
Elena sat in her room, still sulking over the suffocating restrictions Mark had placed on her. She felt like she was living in a prison, with no privacy and constantly walking on eggshells. She regretted hurting Mark in the past and wished she had been wiser at the time. As she sat there, she couldn't help but think about the extreme measures she had to take that morning just to have a bath. Covering up all the windows and doors, even hanging blankets over the shower cubicle, just to feel somewhat secure. It was humiliating. She sighed and stood up, knowing she had to face her reality. She opened her door and, as expected, a guard was standing in the hallway, his face expressionless as he watched her. Elena rolled her eyes and proceeded down the stairs, feeling like a prisoner under house arrest. She could feel the heat of the guard's eyes on her back as she walked away, his gaze piercing and unyielding. Elena felt a surge of frustration and resentment, wondering how long it would
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 84: They Injected Karen's Father To Death
Mark stood in the emptying lobby of David's office building, impatiently waiting for Johnson to arrive with his car, when his phone rang. He took it out, and there was a hint of irritation in his voice as he asked, "Who's this?" "Boss, I'm Mensah. I'm on your security detail. There's been a little incident at the house, boss." Mark rolled his eyes, wondering what that had to do with the fact that he was being kept waiting. "Is that the reason why I'm yet to see neither Johnson nor my car? Look, if this is about Elena, it can wait till I get home." Mensah said, "About Johnson, sir, he's in a bad way." Mark impatiently asked, "What do you mean in a bad way? What's wrong with my car?" Mensah said, "There was an explosive device tagged to the car. Nearly claimed Johnson's life, but we're taking him to the hospital. We hope he makes it, boss." Mark's mind was reeling from the information. "Wait, slow down. There was an explosion?" His mind struggled to register what he had heard. "Me
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 85: Ghost The Betrayal
Mark had left David in the room and stepped out into the hallway, his mind set on getting his father discharged from the hospital. "I need to speak with a doctor immediately. I'm moving my father home," he told the nurse firmly. The nurse protested weakly, "But he needs some more time to heal." Mark cut her off decisively, "It's not up for discussion. My father leaves here tonight." The doctor hurried in, looking concerned. "Mr. Darius Junior, I'm not sure checking your father out so early is going to be good for his recovery process. His wounds are still healing," he said, his voice laced with worry. Mark stood firm, his resolve unwavering. "He's fine enough to leave. You may send a nurse along with us tonight. I'll make arrangements for a doctor to commence home treatment, starting from tomorrow morning. But he's done here." The doctor sighed resignedly. "I guess we can't change your mind then." With a small smile, he turned to Gabriel and said, "You were my favorite patient."
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 86: Be Careful and Be Grateful
Jennet snuggled deeper into Charlie's embrace, feeling loved and wanted once more after Gabriel's harsh rejection. Her conscience whispered reminders of her past mistakes, trying to cheat Gabriel's son out of his inheritance. Who wouldn't be furious about that? Charlie's gentle kiss on the small side of her neck sent shivers down her spine, distracting her from her guilt. Charlie was unrecognizable from the man she remembered. His touch was now laced with newfound finesse, his bedroom skills honed to perfection. Jennet fell deeply in love with the man he had become. She felt a sense of wisdom in her choice to make love without protection, silently praying to every feminine deity that she would be blessed with fertility, hoping to bind Charlie closer to her with a child. Charlie gazed into Jennet's eyes, his voice filled with sincerity. "I love you, Jenny." She smiled, her heart skipping a beat. "I love you too." He flipped her over, his lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. Then, he
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 87: Who's Smarter Now?
Mark walked into David's office, the door closing behind him with a soft click. David, seated behind his desk, greeted him with a warm smile. "Top of the morning to you, Mark." Mark nodded, his expression serious, and took a seat across from David. David leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "You really surprised me with your move on Bennet's building, Mark. I didn't think you had it in you." Mark's lips curled into a hint of a smile. "Told you I had some good tricks up my sleeves." His expression turned somber, and he sighed heavily. "I've just returned from the hospital. My driver, Johnson, will live, so the doctor says." David nodded sympathetically. "That's good news, Mark. I'm glad to hear it." David's voice brought Mark back to reality. "Speaking of payments, I reached out to your secretary's family. They weren't entirely cooperative and vowed not to have anything to do with you or your family, ever again." Mark's gaze dropped to his feet, his express
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 88: Brown's Hunting Past
Brown sat in his prison cell, feeling lonely and helpless. He was angry and resentful, hating the system that had kept him imprisoned for no reason. He thought about his mother, wondering why she hadn't visited or sent news. The glaring lack of evidence added to his frustration. Brown felt trapped, a victim of circumstance, his heart seething with hatred for those who had wronged him. The darkness of his cell seemed to be closing in, a physical manifestation of his hopelessness. His anger and frustration simmered, waiting for a spark to ignite his defiance. He was a man wronged, and he knew it. The question was, what would he do about it? Brown sat in his cell, lost in thought, until the warden's harsh knock on the door broke the silence. "Browny boy, you have a visitor," he said, his voice firm. Brown followed the warden, hoping it was his mother, but instead of leading him to the visitor's area, they headed towards an interrogation room. Brown's confusion grew, but he remained s
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 89: Bennett's Disguised Investors
Bennet sat at his desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and account statements, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was desperate to reconcile the deficits in his balances before the month ended, knowing that he had to present a solid financial report to Bill Baummerman if he wanted to keep his promises. He had to lay off some of his workers, including his secretary. “Well, she was incompetent anyway, “he justified his actions to himself. As he poured over the numbers, Bennet couldn't shake the feeling that he was drowning in debt. The company was struggling, and he was running out of options. Bennet sat at his desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and account statements, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was desperate to reconcile the deficits in his balances before the month ended, knowing that he had to present a solid financial report to Bill Baummerman if he wanted to keep his promises. Just as he was starting to make sense of the numbers, he heard a knock on the door.
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 90: Greedy Lawyer
Mark sat in David's office, alone, surrounded by the familiar scent of old books and stale air. He sifted through the files he had picked up from the bank, sensitive documents his father had insured. David had stepped out earlier to help his wife with an unplanned bulk grocery order, and Mark couldn't help but smile at the memory of the way David tried to downplay the fact that he enjoyed his wife's company, even in mundane tasks like grocery shopping. As he delved deeper into the files, Mark's mind wandered to his own parents. He tried to recall what they were like when he was younger, but the memories were too vague, shrouded in a haze of time. He waved the thoughts off sadly, his eyes refocusing on the papers in front of him. The documents were a reminder of his father's meticulous nature, and Mark's heart swelled with a mix of emotions; nostalgia, longing, and a hint of regret. His phone rang, and he picked it up, a smile spreading across his face as he saw the caller ID. "Talk
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