Brandley comes to the room to meet Damon, he had just finished his meeting with Mr. Barnes at the President's bunker cell. Damon stormed out like he was angry but Brandley remained to reason things out with Mr. Barnes, a classic strategy to get the man to spill the information they needed.“So, what did he say?” Damon asked him as he walked in. Brandley sighed and went towards the bar to get a drink. “There is a plot to kill the King and it will happen anytime soon. We need to return home.” He answered the Prince, divulging the information he learnt from Mr. Barnes.“And did he mention by whom or how?” “No, he did not. He only mentioned that they had agents all around the Palace who would carry out the strike.” Brandley answered again.“What about his father? What do we have?”“It is public knowledge that Mr. Barnes’ father, Wallace Barnes, is long dead. The underdog empathetic story we all know about. But as to his real father, John Langston, that is a mystery we have to solve. He

The group listened and waited for some answers from Philip concerning Bella's involvement in the plot against Damon. Lisa confirmed her suspicion of Bella to be true at this point. She now confirmed that Bella was working undercover against them and Alex was just a pawn in her game. Bella had played them yet she wondered also about Joyce. ‘What role is Joyce playing in this?’ She thought to herself.If Bella was working against them, then she must have exposed Mr. Barnes to Damon and that might have been the reason why they haven't heard from him yet. He might have been arrested by Damon,l. Several thoughts ran through her mind, but at the height of it was how she could escape from there. She had made an attempt before but wasn't granted permission, now she must come up with a better approach before guys hit the punchline of their plot in her.“There's something you girls don't know about.” Philip answered their questions vaguely, trying to avoid divulging the truth yet.“Then you tel

Lisa stood inside the elevator, realising she had made the wrong choice of movement from Philip's office floor. “Damn, what was I thinking or not thinking? I should have used the stairs. Fuck! Now they'll have security waiting for me when I arrive.” She complained to herself, worried about her rash decision which was unusual of her to do.Once she managed to run out of Philip's office, she stormed past the secretary and straight to the elevator to make her escape. In the elevator, she gave thoughts to how Bella and Alex plus the Richmond sisters have played her and her boss. “How did we not see this? How come they are smarter? They just joined this game recently and we have being it for long. How did we miss it?” She continued to question herself and beat herself up for the lapses of their plan.She returned her thoughts back to the elevator and how much danger that was to her. She expected them to have shut the elevator down and trap her inside but that didn't happen, now she knew th

The Grandmaster signalled for her to get up as he took his seat on his throne. “Brienne, get her something to drink.” He instructed the mean-looking woman who had escorted Lisa to him. Lisa rose up and sat back on her seat, frightened by the appearance of the Grandmaster as she beheld him. The first and only time prior to now that she saw the man was during a brief meeting when he came around to Mr. Barnes' mansion. Even then, she only got a short glance at him and didn't really see him upclose.The man is as frightening as she had heard all the while. His voice thundered and his silence was even more scary. She didn't know much about him nor about his relationship with Mr. Barnes, only that he was the Grandmaster of the Shadow Government.“You are aware of what is happening?”The Grandmaster asked her.“Yes, Grandmaster.” She answered back in a rushed and shaking tone.Brienne came back with a bottle of drink and poured some for her. She gulped it quickly to quench her thirst and eas

The buzz for the Prince increased by the second as the people continued to cheer for him, a true national hero he was indeed. Damon walked down the podium to give his speech to the waiting Press, accompanied by the Prime Minister, his friends, and the delegates all lined up behind him. The cheers hit its climax one more time as she stepped on the podium, the people eager to hear him speak. Gradually, the noise died down so he could speak and everyone turned to the listen. His speech was attended to by the entire world who tuned in keenly to hear what he had to say.“I am pleased to announce to the great people of Britain and Italy that our assignment was a success.” He began his speech and once again, the crowd roared to his words. It almost seemed like it was a god speaking. “The mafia syndicate in Italy has being dissolved and they have surrendered, thanks to the work of our great team, the collaboration of the British MI6 and the Italian Intelligence, and especially to President B