An hour later, Oliver and Vespera arrived in front of a grand house, an imposing structure with Victorian architecture. Its ornate facade boasted intricate designs, the windows framed with dark wooden trims.They parked the car in front and got down, their eyes locking onto two guards who stood in a serious posture at the front gate. "Hey, who are you two? What do you want?" One of the guards questioned, sizing them up with a scrutinizing gaze.Vespera stepped forward, cleared her throat, and spoke with authority. "Hello, we're here to see your master. Please allow us in.""Our master?" The guard frowned, shaking his head. "He's not around, and he didn't tell us he was expecting anyone. So please, leave."Vespera's eyes narrowed, frustration building. "What do you mean by 'leave'? Do you know the effort we used to get here?"The guard took a menacing step toward Vespera. "Hey, girl, if you don't want problems, just leave or face the consequences."In a quick move, Vespera tripped the

"Open the door yourself; I'm waiting for you," Oliver retorted. The men outside began pounding on the door, each strike louder than the last, but to no avail. The door stood firm. Inside, Oliver smiled and remarked, "If you can't even break down the door, what makes you think you can defeat me?"From behind the door, one of the men shouted, "This is a door made of strong wood! How dare you lock it? Break it with a kick let's see.``Frowning, Oliver approached the door. He reared back his leg and unleashed a powerful kick. With a resounding "Boom!" the door shattered into pieces, the force of the impact hurling some of the men backwards, leaving them injured and screaming. Some of the men had fallen, leaving only seven standing defiantly before Oliver. With a slight smile, Oliver turned and walked back into the room, which further incensed the remaining men. They glanced inside and saw Maria lying on the bed."What have you done to the young madam?" one of them shouted, charging at

Meanwhile, Vespera drove to an isolated location that seemed to be a hideout tucked away in the mountains. The area was shrouded in mist, and the rugged terrain made it inaccessible for most. Dense trees added an additional layer of secrecy, making it an ideal hideaway."Where is this place? Why are we here?" Oliver asked as he got out of the car and surveyed the surroundings."Master, this is my hideout. No one will find Maria here until everything is settled," Vespera replied.Given her line of work as an assassin, having a secret place like this was essential. It allowed her to escape from police tracking and lay low between jobs."Alright, I understand. So what's the next step?" Oliver inquired.Vespera opened the back seat, gently lifted Maria out of the car, and said, "Follow me, Master." She led him toward a cave entrance.Oliver followed her into the cave. Inside, the atmosphere was markedly different; it was cool and damp, the walls covered with a layer of moisture. Sparse li

"I want your dad's life," Oliver said, his eyes locked onto Maria's."What? My dad's life? Are you serious? What's wrong with you?" Maria screamed, disbelief written all over her face."Are you done venting? Whether you believe it or not, I intend to take his life," Oliver said, unflinching.Maria tried to mask her panic. "Do you even know who my dad is? Do you know what he's capable of?"Oliver casually crossed his legs. "I don't know who he is or what he's capable of. Enlighten me."Maria sneered, "You want his life, but you don't even know who he is. My dad is Arshad Khan. Ever wonder why we have the surname 'Khan' despite not being Indian? Well, let me tell you. My dad is an ex-mafia don. Even other mafias feared him. He didn't just cross the Indian border; he conquered half of the Indian underworld. People who met him lowered their heads in respect and called him 'Bhai,' which means 'brother' in Hindi, and 'Anna,' which means 'brother' in Telugu. He was given the name 'Khan,' wh

Meanwhile, outside the cave, Vespera's eyes fluttered open. She found herself staring at the sky, feeling as if she had been drained of energy. Slowly, she sat up and looked around, realizing Oliver was nowhere in sight.Her hand trembled as she reached up to touch her face, specifically the spot where her scar had been. Her fingers glided over smooth skin, no bump or ridge to indicate a scar or sore. Confused, she moved her hand to the other side of her face, thinking maybe she'd touched the wrong spot. Again, her fingers met only smooth, unblemished skin. Shocked, both of her hands flew to her face, frantically searching for any sign of the scar. But it was gone, completely disappeared, as if it had never existed."What?" Vespera screamed, her voice echoing through the empty landscape. "Where's the scar? Did Master really make it disappear like he said he would?" She ran her fingers over her face again and again, as if expecting the scar to reappear any moment. But her skin remaine