“Where have you been Collins? Today, your contract with this family ends. Get your dry ass here now and let us end this deal and get this over with!” Donald sparked over the phone. Nathan said nothing in reply, tossing his phone on the leather couch in his office. He had more pressing needs to attend to and not some idiotic $3 Million dollars issues. He could have grabbed Donald and given him a wicked, deadly glare if they were physically together. “She can come in now.” Nathan said to Beatrice and adjusted his collar, looking at the mirror twice to make sure his face was covered and his dark shades covered every single detail of his eyes and eyebrows. Shortly, a pretty woman walked in, dressed in a professional suit that expelled an air of professionalism. “Hello sir.” She said gently, taking her position in front of Mr. Frost. She was bustling with excitement. The fact that she was standing face to face with Mr. Frost could not get out of her agitated brain. “Hi, Emma. It

One thing she had learned about wealthy men and organizations was that lying to them sometimes never ended well. When they find the truth themselves, it ends up in brutal comebacks. “Um, Miss. Beatrice, you see, Candace had a really severe pain and was rushed to the hospital two days ago. You know, she is a cancer patient.” Vivian replied shakily. “Strange, Vivian.” Beatrice intercepted. “The last time I laid eyes on Mrs. Candace, she was as healthy and strong as a normal human being. Cancer does not suddenly strikes someone and sends them into an emergency unit.” Vivian was waiting for Beatrice to continue speaking so she could frame up another lie. But it was her turn to speak. “Um, ma’am, you have to believe me. It was a sudden attack and she did not get the chance to write to your firm to inform you of her predicament. We are truly sorry.” Vivian apologized quickly. Beatrice paused for a moment, making Vivian’s breath shake even harder. “Vivian, my boos is actually concer

Beatrice stepped forward, her eyes narrowing at Blake. "Consider yourself finished, Officer Blake. Blake’s face crumpled, the weight of his mistake crushing him. He knew his career, and perhaps his freedom, was about to be torn apart, ripped from him like his coat from his body. Nathan turned away from the quivering officer, his voice like ice. "Send a message to Vivian Davenport. Let her know that her little game is over. I’ll be seeing her very soon. She should be detained tomorrow for attempted murder and bribery.” With that, officer Blake got on his knees and begen to beg Mr. Frost profusely. Once his name gets to the police headquarters in London, he was done for. Finished! But Nathan did not give him a listening ear. He strode out of the station, leaving Beatrice to handle the issue. She was a more tougher person than he was. With that, Nathan strode out of the station. He got into his car and began to drive to hospital to see Candace. As soon as he dropped down from

“Sir. That is him. That is the person I talked to you about. That is the guy who connived with Alex and kicked Nathan out. That is him. Him, Nathan and I, we were both friends in college. I’m grateful he didn’t recognize me.” Marcus said as soon as they were outside the building. Nathan smiled slightly. He wished he could just reveal himself to Marcus. ‘I am Nathan, bro. It is me.’ But not yet. He still had a lot of things to do. A lot of people to deal with and a lot of undergoing surgeries to fix. “Marcus, it’s good to know. Remember I promised you my protection? Now, I promise you revenge. Do you want revenge on Neil and Alex?” Nathan asked him. Marcus gulped in, his throat tightening at the thought. The memories of the betrayal, the beatings, and the humiliation he had endured at Neil and Alex's hands came rushing back like a pumped adrenaline, flooding his mind with a mix of rage and fear. Revenge had always been a distant, impossible dream—something he fantasised about in

Nathan's eyes were shut in his unconscious stage, and his arm, where Donald shot, was bandaged. Nathan had been kidnapped to a cold and unkempt cabin in the outskirts of the town, in the woods, which unknown location was far away. He was tied firmly on a chair he was sitting up, and three of the Davenport family were present. "I thought the doctor removed the bullet, why is he still sleeping then?" Enrique questioned Donald who was with him. "I don't know, I think he needs to be forced awake, and with the amount of anger in me, I can't just wait for him to wake up," Donald replied to Enrique rashly, staring with contempt at Nathan. Donald meant it when he said that he was impatient about Nathan's sleep. He went to a side in the room where a buckle of water was kept, and he picked it up. "That water must have been there for quite a while." Said Gerald with a little discomfort in his voice. Unlike the other two men in the cabin, Gerald was a little bit frightened, and he could b