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Underestimated Retribution Chapter 95: When Evil Strikes Twice
The memories flashed before Mark's eyes like a grim slideshow. Sarah, his loyal assistant, gunned down in cold blood. Johnson, his trusted driver, killed in a car bomb explosion. Stefan, the quiet janitor, discovered days after the first excavation, his lifeless body a haunting reminder of the danger that haunted Mark. Mark's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he thought of all those who had been hurt by his enemies. The anger and pain simmered just below the surface, fueling his resolve to make them pay gravely for their sins. Mark's gaze shifted to the passenger side, where his new bodyguard, Saint, sat watching him with an expressionless face. Mark couldn't help but think, what's with bodyguards and their weird names? As Mark deviated from the planned route, Saint raised an eyebrow. "Where are we headed, sir?" He asked, his deep voice firm but polite. Mark's smile grew wider. "I need to see my father," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. As he drove, Mark's though
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 96: Mark Has Been Set Up
Elena sat on the couch, away from Mark, who was shedding tears, his pain was palpable. She could see the hurt went really deep, to his very soul. She wondered who could have committed such a heinous crime, killing the influential and almighty Gabriel Darius. The cruelty of it was unfathomable. For a brief moment, she suspected it might be the hand work of Number One, but she quickly dismissed the thought. Mark was inconsolable, refusing her attempts at comfort or words of solace. He had cancelled all his appointments for the day and ordered the premises to be closed to prevent anyone from coming in. Elena sat with him for a while longer, then rose up to answer her phone, which had begun ringing. She excused herself to take the call in her bedroom, leaving Mark alone with his grief. As she walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, wondering who could have done such a thing, and what their motives might be. The silence in the room was heavy, and Elena couldn't shake o
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 97: Elena's Escape
Elena walked tentatively along the corridors. It was afternoon, and Mark was downstairs in the mini bar. She had timed what she was about to do to coincide with the time when the guards were about to rotate their shift. She looked along the corridor and found no one standing guard. She hurried over to Mark's door and tried the handle, praying silently that it would be open. Luckily for her, it opened. She walked into the room and shut the door behind her. She hurried over to Mark's closet and hid the briefcase behind a shoe rack. She quickly and quietly stepped out. Once she got to the door, she immediately remembered something and turned back to the set of drawers in a corner of the room. She searched until she pulled out Mark's checkbook. She looked behind her to make sure she was still alone. She opened it and found the imprint of Mark's signature from a previous transaction. She imitated the style and it was a perfect replica. She smiled to herself in satisfaction. She had be
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 98: Mark's Been Arrested
Mark let Saint drive him home, still reeling from his meeting with the funeral home to make preparations for his father's funeral. He couldn't believe he was talking about his father in the past tense, again. When he thought his father had died in the plane crash, he was devastated. But then his father came back, revealing he was never on the flight. Losing him for real now, to a stupid mistake, made him feel very angry. He wished he could find the lemonade seller who put coconut juice in his father's drink. A thought flashed through his mind, and he wondered if the act was perpetrated by an enemy. But then he remembered his father had gone to the spa; it was hardly possible. Yet, his enemies had shown just how dexterous they could be. As they approached his house, Mark's mind was drawn to the vehicle parked in front. He knew he was bound to receive visitors since his father had just died, and he had already met with the mayor at a restaurant. But he was not in the mood for any mor
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 99: Karma Slapped Elena
David sat in his office, pouring over financial statements on behalf of Mark. Despite the unexpected turn of events with Mark's arrest, the business still needed to run, and David was determined to keep things on track. David's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He picked it up, and a voice on the other end introduced herself as Cristine Dylan, Mark's account manager. "Hello, good morning, Mr. David. Sorry to bother you," she said. "I'm aware of who you are, Cristine. Is there a problem?" David asked, his tone direct. "I fear so, sir. There's just been a cash-out of one million dollars from Mr. Darius' personal account. I was wondering if you're aware?" Cristine explained. David's expression turned serious, his brows furrowed in thought. "No, Cristine. Can you send me an email with the account statement?" He requested. "Alright, sir," Cristine replied before ending the call. David quickly got on the phone with Mark, a privilege afforded to him as a wea
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 100: The Big Revelation
Mark sat in his cell, savoring his decent breakfast of bread, fried eggs, and baked beans, accompanied by a little bottle of orange juice. The knock on his door broke the silence, and Agent Jones stepped into the room. "Good morning, Mr. Darius. You can leave as long as you're done with your breakfast, sir. We've caught the real perpetrators of the crime. Miss Elena Woods, your ex-wife. And we believe she had help. But she won't speak to us." Mark nodded thoughtfully, wiping his lips clean with a napkin and taking a sip of his juice. "I see," he said, his mind already racing with questions. He looked at Agent Jones and asked, "Can I have my things now?" Agent Jones nodded and pointed to the door. "Of course, sir. If you could just come along with me, please. My sincerest apologies for the misunderstanding and any accompanying inconveniences. It wasn't the least intentional." Mark replied, "It's all good, Agent. Just get me my things." They walked into an office where Agent Jones h
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 101: Something You'll Regret
Bennet steered his car into the parking area of a coffee shop in town, climbed out, and admired himself in the car mirror. He was looking good, and all the money he had been making was now visible on him. He smiled, and walked into the coffee shop to find Baummerman at a table, too busy with a tablet to notice his arrival. Bennet took a seat, and when the attendant came over, he ordered a cappuccino. Baummerman looked up and greeted him, but Bennet ignored it and asked, "How's business, Bill?" Baummerman shrugged, "Well, slow. Why have you asked us to meet?" When the cappuccino arrived, Bennet nodded and tipped the attendant profusely. Baummerman raised an eyebrow, "Well, I see it's a different story for yours, then." Bennet played it cool, "Well, I had to tip the kid anyway." But Baummerman pressed, "And you call two hundred dollars a tip?" Bennet shrugged again, took a sip of his drink, and dropped a bombshell: "The investment I had asked for sometime last month, I don't think i
Underestimated Retribution Chapter 102: The Wages Of Brown's Sin
Brown lay in his dimly lit cell, trying to sleep, his mind raced, trying to recall the faces of the people Connor claimed he had hurt. But they were blurry, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being unfairly targeted. Suddenly, the cell felt like an oven, and Brown undid a couple of buttons on his prison overall. The air was thick and choking, and he started coughing. The murmurs from the prison hallway grew louder, and he noticed a thick plume of smoke pouring in through the tiny air vent. The smoke filled the corridor, and the agitated banging from the other cells told him he wasn't imagining things. The prison alarm began ringing wildly, mixing with the fire alarm, and an automated voice came from the speakers. "All prisoners assemble at the muster point until the fire is put out." A prisoner screamed, "Well, let us out of here then!" The automated locks disengaged, and the cell doors clicked open – except Brown's door. He watched in alarm as prisoners broke out of th
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