I could see their shocked faces. "I want to tell you, having no enemy is impossible. Whatever we do good or bad will cause enemies to appear, but with a this business mindset, we always must think of the worst but do the best." That is how I survived as the past Marshal, always thinking the enemy is much larger than we could see, and fighting with that mindset to achieve the best result. It's always better to be prepared than to have no preparation at all."Here is my idea, and tell me if any of you have a better idea," I started. "To face the Bolton family in real estate and all their businesses, Jessie from Total Construction, Violet from real estate and properties, Sabrina from entertainment, and Natalia from Holy Order Enterprises or security, all of you will collaborate to achieve the best result for our expansion. Open franchises like KFC, McDonald's, Seven Eleven, and any minimarket hotel, apartment, homestay as much as you can. Whatever the Bolton Family does, we will do the s
“Yikes! It's dirty,” Celeste exclaimed, rushing to the bathroom to wash her face.I sat on the couch, looking at Eugene and Anastasia, they both were pretty if they were walking on the plaza now one will think them still in middle school. “You both, it’s not okay to say something like that. People could end up in jail.”Eugene and Anastasia looked at each other in confusion. “How can that happen?”“Listen, both of you shouldn't have made love yet, and if you call the police to report your boyfriend, they will end up in jail,” I explained, glancing as Celeste returned to her friends.“What if we don’t report it to the police?” Eugene asked, his brows furrowed in thought.“Then they are okay; no one will enter the jail,” I said, feeling a sense of normalcy in the chaos. I know it’s not okay to make love carelessly, but rules and reality often differ. In my time in middle school, there were two middle school students who got pregnant. “But still, it is not okay.”Eugene looked at me inte
Maxim, the leader of the Bolton mafia's business branch, arrived at the airport with five of the assassins. They strode confidently across the tarmac towards a large Hummer waiting to ferry them to the Bolton main branch in the city. The air was tinged with the scent of jet fuel and the distant hum of aircraft engines.Inside the car, the atmosphere was tense. One of the assassins, his brow furrowed with concern, broke the silence. “Where is our weapon?” he asked, his voice tinged with unease.Maxim, looking weary, sighed heavily and replied, “I have told you, we cannot bring weapons with us on the flight. They must be transported separately to ensure our safety. Your weapons will arrive in about an hour on another flight.”“I cannot feel safe without my weapon,” the assassin muttered, his hands fidgeting nervously as the car starting to move.“We will provide you with a weapon of your choice upon arrival at our base,” Maxim reassured him.The city, bathed in the harsh light of noon,
“Yes,” I said to Eugene, my words slipping out more from reflex or perhaps revealing a deep-seated desire within me.“Yes?” Eugene turned, his expression a mixture of shock and curiosity. Around us, some girls also mirrored his astonishment, their faces transforming into portraits of surprise. I suddenly felt my entire face flush with shame. It wasn’t what I really intended to say, or maybe it was exactly what I wanted but couldn’t admit openly. And then there was another legal issue to consider later! “Damn,” I muttered under my breath. Hastily, I corrected my mistake, “I mean, yes, I will take all of you to wherever you wish and buy whatever you desire. Just never mention this sex party again, and you can all have a normal party here. No more bizarre celebrations.” Eugene’s face fell into a pout, “Here I was, genuinely happy, thinking you were finally going to loosen up and have fun with us.” She smirked mischievously, “But if you’re offering to foot the bill for a shopping spree,
I am a gentleman through and through, and I never strike a woman. Yet, there she was, slapping Jacqueline, setting my mind ablaze with thoughts. Naturally, reporting her crossed my mind, but she could easily wriggle out with excuses, prolonging karma's sweet return. Time was of the essence; I had merely 10 seconds to decide.If I retaliated within those 10 seconds, I could justify it as 'legal self-defense' or an 'involuntary reflex' because my dear Jacqueline was in peril. The law permits such actions in defense of another.However, waiting longer than those critical seconds would transform the act from self-defense to assault, subjecting me to legal repercussions.So it was about delivering karma to that woman now or later. I loved both choices, so I delivered the karma as fast as I could. She was not a woman; she was a bitch and a witch. Whatever.I hated it when people slapped my dear Jacqueline because of clothes, especially when initially, she didn't want to pick up the clothes
Tommy Morgan's bodyguard, along with his partner, drove to the boutique. He entered the boutique to find the CCTV recordings and learn about the attacker. After questioning the staff and grabbing the CCTV tape, he walked out, ready to enter his car. But just as he settled into the seat, he felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against his head from behind. A voice whispered menacingly, “If I were you, I wouldn't move an inch.”Suddenly, the car’s side door swung open, and someone struck his face, plunging him into darkness.When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a large room, reminiscent of a basement. He and his friend were bound to chairs, facing a man wielding a military knife.“Alright, Bernard,” the man said calmly looking at his id card from his wallet. “I’m going to ask you one thing: what were your orders from your boss if you found the attacker at the boutique?”Bernard remained silent, his jaw set firmly.“Good,” the man muttered and used Bernard’s cellphone to d
"Jacqueline," I called out, beckoning her to the living room where she had been staying at my place for two weeks. "I promised you a share of the profit if you agreed to confront your stepmother in the media, right?" "Yes," Jacqueline responded, her voice tinged with polite uncertainty. "But it's okay if I don’t receive any money." "No, this is a business matter." I pulled out a bank card issued by Eden Bank, placing it on the table between us. "Inside this card, there's half a million dollars. It’s yours." Jacqueline's dark eyes widened in shock as she looked at me. "Are you really giving me this much money?" she asked, disbelief etching her features. "I can't accept it." "The money is rightfully yours," I sighed, leaning back in my chair. The breeze from the open living room wafted in, carrying the scent of the outside world, as I watched her. Though petite and shy, her presence sparked an instinctual reaction in me, like a wolf eyeing a serene rabbit. Her vulnerability was palpa
I smiled, recalling my past life, where I wasn't recognized for my business acumen but for my mastery in the art of war. As a marshal during World War III, I excelled in neutralizing and controlling enemy movements."Can you send me all the data about Bolton’s from our intelligence to my fax?" I asked Natalia."Yes, we will proceed now," she replied, her voice crisp over the line."Good. I will give you strategic plans on how to face them in a few hours." I ended the call, my fingers lingering on the phone as a surge of adrenaline warmed my blood. War was the crucible where I discovered my true talent. And, regrettably, it was also where I felt most alive.I walked past Eugene and others, my presence like a shadow. Even if they called out, I might not hear them; my mind was already weaving strategies I might use.***Anastasia and Eugene were lounging on the coach playing with their new IBM laptop, as Alex strode by them. "Hey, Alex," Anastasia called out, her voice light but her eyes