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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
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 91: Suspicious Karen
Mark watched with a mixture of amusement and disdain as Cooper carried out his orders, his lips curling up in a smirk. Cooper barked out commands to his men, his voice echoing through the room. "Clear the place out, boys! The big man wants the space to himself!" As the guards began to usher people out, Mark noticed one of them approach Cooper, his face set in skepticism. He whispered something in Cooper's ear, his words lost in the loud disco music. Mark's curiosity piqued, he wondered what the guard had said to Cooper, his eyes scanning the area as he searched for the flight of stairs leading to the VIP area above in the gallery. Whatever the guard said to Cooper, it clearly struck a nerve. Cooper's face turned beet red with rage as he grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and suit, his stodgy hands clenched into fists. "Do I look like a clown to you, making little jokes?" He bellowed, his voice echoing through the room. "I've said what the bloody hell I said, so you don't sta
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 92: Ashes To Ashes
Jennet's footsteps echoed through her room as she paced back and forth, her mind racing with thoughts and worries. Her hand was pressed against her forehead, as if trying to massage away the tension that had been building up for days. She had been trying to reach Number One but he wasn't responding to her calls. She had pressured Bennet into giving her his contact information, but now it seemed like a dead end. The phone in her hand felt like a lifeline, but it was a lifeline that was rapidly fraying. She was tired of being kept in the dark, tired of not knowing what was happening with her son's case. The court was dragging its feet, and even if they did finally set a trial date, Jennet knew that the odds were stacked against them. There was no evidence to prove Brown's innocence, and she feared that he would be trapped in a system that seemed designed to keep him locked away. Jennet's fingers flew across the keypad as she dialed the number again, her frustration and anger growing
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 93: She's Not My Type
Mark stepped out of his car, the crunch of gravel beneath his feet echoing through the late afternoon air. He handed his briefcase to the waiting guard, a habitual gesture that had become second nature since the car bomb incident. The memory of that fateful day still lingered, a stark reminder of the risks that came with his wealth and status. Ever since then, Mark had taken extreme measures to ensure his safety. His car was now equipped with an advanced security system, designed to detect and prevent any potential threats. The system was state-of-the-art, capable of detecting even the slightest hint of a bomb or tampering. If a bomb had been wired to the door handle, the system would prevent him from opening the door, giving him precious time to react. As he walked towards his house, Mark was flanked by a team of guards, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a hawk's intensity. They were stationed at strategic points, ever vigilant for any suspicious movement or potential threa
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