Nike sat down in the chair, shocked by what he had just found out. He didn't expect that Victor had planned everything. He thought when he came out that time, he deliberately killed the director. Seeing his reaction earlier made him doubt that the kid was innocent. The long car journey and switching of the cars made him more suspicious of him. But to think, it all led to this. The man whom they thought was dead was actually resting peacefully in the middle of nowhere in a run-down house. No one, not even Nicholas, would suspect a thing. Nike could only look at the kid who reminded him of his friend; seeing him having a conversation with the woman warmed his heart. He knew the kid would never break his promise and would do everything to keep them safe. Even if it means looking like a bad guy. "Are you alright?" "Ah, Toby, I'm fine. How have you been?" Toby brought some refreshments for Nike, especially as to how sickly he looked. He prepared some soft food for him and some tea. "We'
Nike returned home with Victor. He followed the man around and watched him get changed into a very luxurious suit. He observed as the man, who preferred to dress simply, suddenly transformed into an arrogant billionaire look. Even his expression changed to match the new persona. "Kid, what's with the attire?" "I'll be attending a very important event tonight." "What event?" Victor didn't reply back as he didn't want the man to come along with him. The fact is, he doesn't know how the outcome of the event would end, and he doesn't want anyone to get involved in his battle. "Hey, can I come?" "Sorry, only those on the guest list can come." Hearing that, Nike became vexed; to think the man would talk to him like that. "What's your problem? Aren’t I being cool for not spilling a word?" "Do you really think I care if you tell them? I plan to tell them soon anyway. I can't stand seeing her looking like a widow." Nike held it in place and did not laugh. He covered his hand using his
"200 gold, is he out of his mind?" "Wow, he bid twice the price in one go." Everyone became eager to know the mysterious man. Even the auctioneer was stunned and became speechless for a moment until one of the staff went up on the stage to remind him of the bidding. "Ah, for 200k gold, does anyone still want to bid?" Some looked at the auctioneer like an idiot. Did he really just ask them if they wished to bid against that amount? "Brother?" "Shut up, there are far more important items for us to win tonight. So, shut up!" James had had enough and couldn't tolerate his brother's bothering, mischief, and behavior. He was acting like a child, nagging nonstop. Jack was not pleased at all. He was annoyed that he couldn't use any money from the company to his disposal. He was indeed the president, but that was only up front. The truth is, he has no power at all. He can't make any decisions easily as it will anger his brother who does everything. If he dares to do something without his
"Ladies and gentlemen, will be taking a short break to prepare the last few items."As the auctioneer made his announcement, he looked at the man who had brought all the items, and the man who tried to compete with him. As soon as he finished his words, everyone got up and approached the winner."Sir, congratulation.""Are you new here? It's seems this is the first time we've seen you here?"Everyone shared some small talk with the man, but he said not a word to them. He was focusing his attention at the man who was glaring furiously at him. It formed a brief smile on his face, which caught everyone's attention. It made them wonder what made the man smile. Little did they know, that he smiled not because he was please by something, but because he was mocking the man and trying to anger him more.James saw the smile the man made. It made him furious as he wished to choke him to death at the moment."Brother, you shouldn't...""Shouldn't what? Tell me what I shouldn't do?" He darted a l
As they all noticed the auctioneer heading back to the stage, they returned to their respective seats and settled back. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special item tonight." The staff brought in a locked suitcase. "This suitcase belongs to a very important person. I won't reveal who, as it's top secret. This suitcase has never been opened at all. As you can see, it's still locked. What makes this suitcase special is that if you force it open, it will explode." Before the auctioneer could even start the bidding, to everyone's surprise, the special guest made the first bid. "100k gold." Seeing that the girl was finally interested in an item, James became excited and bid for the item as well. "120k." "Wait, I haven't..." The auctioneer couldn't even make a single word as the bidding continued. "150k." James glanced at the woman and smiled, hoping to impress her. "175k." Jake saw what his brother was doing. As this was a special item, bidding for it meant they would take 30% o
James finally arrived at their company, looking like an angry dragon on the verge of burning everyone alive and eating them. He was so furious that he didn't care about the people he pushed aside. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" He hurriedly went to the chairman's office to see what had been happening while he was away. When he finally arrived at the top, all the employees didn't dare to look at him and only stared at the ground. "CARE TO EXPLAIN WHAT IS GOING ON?" The person who had called James earlier stepped forward, shakily handing him the documents in his hand. As he did so, he stepped back, frightened of what James might do to them. James scanned through the reports and without even taking a further look, he already had a clear understanding of everything. "WHO WAS ASSIGNED TO THIS PROJECT?" "We were." "How the heck did you get such a project without even double-checking if it's reliable or not?" They all became silent and looked at each other, wondering if they should inform Jam
Victor received the news from the auction house. [We have an item which you might be interested in] He was still on his way to his room when he received the message. He took off his coat and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. He didn't expect the auction house to recognize him earlier. As he arrived in his room, before he could even close it, Nike came running to his room. "Kid, have you heard the news?" Victor only looked at him, uninterested in what he had to say as he was too tired already. He continued making his way to the bathroom. "Hey, kid, do you just plan to ignore me? Seriously, I have something juicy to tell you." "Hmm?" "What's wrong with you?" Nike was confused as to why the man was so uninterested towards him. He felt odd about the situation and within seconds he realized everything. "YOU-" "I what?" "Don't act innocent around me, kid. I know you well. Seriously, how did you do it." Actually, Victor didn't expect things to turn out this way. He o
Without giving James time to think through his current situation, Victor called for an emergency meeting. "As you all know, Director Lloyd embezzled quite a lot of money. And, we have news that we might be able to get that money back." Everyone did not expect such news. However, James was not pleased with what he was hearing. "I've contacted the bank and informed them of the situation." Edward then showed them a copy of the written will the director signed before he passed away. Seeing the enacted document giving all rights to the boy caused James to clench the edge of the paper in anger. Victor noticed this but did not say a word nor react. He only turned his attention to KO to make the necessary announcement. Throughout the meeting, Victor's attention was all focused on James, noticing how his face turned uglier with every piece of news he heard. He reported all the good investments that he had been secretly doing behind all of them and the benefits it would bring to the compan
Victor's eyes blinked open as he roused from his restless slumber. Weariness clung to his body, a heavy blanket of fatigue that seemed to have become a constant companion. He sighed deeply, wondering how he would ever find his way through the labyrinthine challenges that surrounded him. The weight of his decisions bore down on him, leaving him feeling as if he were drowning in a sea of complications. Rolling out of bed, Victor stretched his stiff limbs before heading downstairs, his stomach rumbling with hunger. As he descended, the aroma of food reached him, drawing his attention to the kitchen where Antonia was busy preparing a meal. "What poison is this?" The words slipped from his lips before he could temper them, a mixture of weariness and sarcasm lacing his tone. He felt a pang of guilt at his words, recognizing that they weren't exactly the warmest greeting. Antonia looked up from her task, a hint of irritation flashing in her eyes at his less-than-friendly comment. She had h
Antonia's fingers brushed against the man's scars with a mixture of curiosity and tenderness. Each scar told a story of its own, a narrative of battles waged and wounds endured. As her touch traversed the roadmap of his struggles, she couldn't help but feel a sense of connection, an unexpected bridge between their worlds. The scars, once concealed beneath layers of cloth, were now laid bare for her to witness. They spoke of a life far more intricate than the polished exterior he presented to the world. The reality of his existence was etched into his skin, a testament to his resilience and determination. Her initial intention to change his clothes had transformed into an intimate exploration of his history. The barriers that typically divided them – the mystique, the distance – had crumbled in the wake of her newfound understanding. He was more than just a man of allure; he was a man of depth, shaped by circumstances she could only begin to fathom. A mixture
When Lucas arrived at the scene, a somber atmosphere enveloped the area. The lifeless bodies of the guards lay sprawled on the ground, a grim testament to the fierce confrontation that had unfolded. It had been a while since Lucas had been exposed to such violence; Fred, who was usually by Victor's side in such situations, was notably absent."Aug, are you…" Lucas trailed off, his voice hesitant as he struggled to find the right words. The sight before him was unsettling, a stark departure from their usual endeavors.Victor's gaze remained fixed on the sky, his expression a mix of weariness and determination. Splatters of blood marked his face and clothes, a vivid reminder of the intense struggle that had transpired."James got away," Victor's voice was heavy with resignation as he let the firearm he had wielded fall to the ground. The weight of the situation hung in the air, a palpable sense of frustration underscoring his words.Lucas surveyed th
As the sun's warm rays illuminated the scene, Victor's frustration was palpable. The lack of response from Watcher had stirred his unease, but he realized that this battle was ultimately his to fight. He couldn't let his irritation hinder the task at hand, which was to locate Megan and ensure her safety. While he knew she was alive, confirming her well-being was his top priority.Lucas approached Victor, breaking the tense silence that had settled over the group. "Aug, we should head back now. There's not much more we can do here at the moment," he suggested, his voice tinged with concern.Victor tore his gaze away from the burnt remnants of the mansion and turned to Lucas. The gravity of the situation hung heavily on his shoulders, but he nodded in agreement. "You're right. Let's regroup and gather our thoughts."As they made their way back to the vehicles, the mansion's surroundings remained abuzz with activity. People were milling around, discussing the aftermath of the fire and th
"What do you mean Megan escaped?" Antonia's voice trembled with shock as the news hit her over the phone. Since the enigmatic man had visited her under the shroud of night, he had kept sporadic contact, communicating with her from time to time. "Your devoted boyfriend is on a frantic search for her. However, I've received word that James isn't putting any effort into finding Megan and has vanished," the voice on the other end relayed coolly. "Vanished? Could it be..." Antonia's thoughts raced, connecting the dots that led to a disturbing conclusion. "Indeed, his brother has been released at last." "Impossible! Where did he procure the funds?" Antonia's disbelief was palpable. "Think deeply, Antonia. Who possesses such resources?" The caller's words struck Antonia like a revelation. "Impossible," she muttered, struggling to absorb the implications. To fathom that Victor had fallen into James' clutches was a bitter pill to swallow. "He settled the entire debt – a colossal sum." "
Simultaneously, Victor and his team arrived at the location where James was supposedly keeping Megan captive. Their anticipation was met with a shocking sight—the entire mansion was engulfed in flames, the servants running frantically to combat the blaze. "What just happened?" Edward's voice was a mixture of astonishment and concern, mirroring the disbelief in their eyes. Lucas, quick on his feet, approached one of the servants and grabbed him with a mixture of worry and urgency. His expression was stern as he demanded answers. "Where is James?" The servant's panicked gaze shifted between the group before him. "We don't know." Frustration etched into his features, Lucas persisted, his grip tightening on the servant's collar. "What happened here?" The servant pointed a shaky finger towards the fire. "That girl, it's all her fault." Victor's patience waned, and he intervened, yanking the servant away from Lucas and gripping his collar firmly. "Explain what you mean by 'that girl.'"
Megan's resolve was unshakable. She held James's gaze with unwavering determination, determined to play her part in this twisted game with a strategy of her own. "You're right, James," she said, her voice steady and calm, "we both have something that matters to the other. But remember, you underestimate the power of a person's will to protect their loved ones." James's smile faltered for a brief moment before he regained his composure. "Ah, Megan, you're quite the enigma. But let's not forget that I still hold the upper hand here." Megan's mind raced, searching for any advantage she could gain in this perilous situation. "You may have the upper hand for now, but you can't keep your guard up forever," she replied, a spark of defiance in her eyes. James chuckled softly, seemingly entertained by her audacity. "Oh, I know that very well. But it's all part of the game, isn't it? A game of strategy, manipulation, and survival." Megan's thoughts turned to Victor and his unwavering determ
James paced around the mansion, his face a picture of exultation. At long last, he had received what he had relentlessly pursued. With a jubilant stride, he made his way to the receiving room where the enigmatic masked man had taken residence. "My dear friend, the money should have been wired to your account by now," James declared, a triumphant grin lighting up his features. The mysterious man, his identity shrouded behind the mask, met James's gaze with an inscrutable expression. He nodded imperceptibly to one of his subordinates, who promptly made a call, the hushed conversation hinting at a transaction of profound consequence. As anticipation rippled through James, he couldn't help but wonder about the outcome. He had hoped for a victorious resolution, but uncertainty lingered in the air. The masked man's actions and intentions remained a puzzle that James yearned to solve. "Your brother should be here within 24 hours," the masked man's voice, devoid of emotion, finally broke t
In the dimly lit warehouse, Victor and James stood facing each other, the air thick with tension. The sound of rain echoed outside, adding to the atmosphere of the intense showdown. Their eyes locked in a battle of wills and determination. Victor's gaze was unwavering, his resolve strengthened by the thought of saving Megan from this ordeal. James, on the other hand, wore a malicious grin, trying to unnerve his adversary. "So, Aug, you finally made it," James sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "I must say, I expected more from you." Victor's jaw tightened, but he refused to let James's words get to him. He knew the man was trying to play mind games, to break his composure. But he wouldn't fall for it. "I'm here to put an end to this," Victor replied, his voice steady and firm. "Release Megan, and I promise I won't hurt you." James laughed mockingly, taking a step closer to the man. "Oh, I'm not worried about you hurting me, Chairman. I'm more concerned about what I'll do