Mr. Lawrence’s eyes bulged wide open in anticipation as his heart skipped a bit faster. “What is the news?”Alan also turned his gaze toward the doctor, his limbs twitching in a desperate jerk of a struggle as his skin glistened with sweat. He was curious to know what would have happened with Rose.Even though he was tied to a chair and badly beaten up, the only thing that gave him some hope was the fact that there was a chance for her to regain consciousness. Without the chance of Rose gaining consciousness, there would be nothing left to fight for.“We have performed CPR on Brody and he has now gained consciousness,” The Doctor said.“Very good, that is good news. Well done, all of you. You have all done very well,” Mr. Lawrence remarked. “I think you all deserve a raise. I will see to it that every one of you gets a raise.”Alan’s face was a desperate mask of anxiety and his bruised eyes were filled with an intensity of impatience. When exactly was he going to ask about Rose? What

Alan could not help but feel his heart contrasting as his gaze met with that of Rose. It felt like the blood in his body had dried up and he could feel his head vibrate. This wasn't how it was meant to happen, he reasoned.“That's what I am talking about,” Mr. Lawrence nodded in satisfaction, a smirk forming from the corner of his lips. “Now, get her tied to a chair just beside Alan.”Alan's gaze darted back and forth and he was sweating profusely in tension and his eyes were tinged with a ferocious expression of fear. “What? What do you want to do to her? What has she done? Why do you want her tied up? She just concluded a CPR? Shouldn't she be having a rest?”Alan asked many questions in only a few seconds as his breath was heavy with a desperate wheeze of anxiety. His hands trembled with a piercing shake of agitation and there was a frantic surge of fear in his voice.“Oh, come on Alan,” Mr. Lawrence uttered, his words dripping with a caustic drop of mockery. “Hahaha, you are askin

Mr. Lawrence noticed Rose’s eyes were still gleaming with a courageous flame of daring and her lips pursed with a clamp of bravery and fortitude.“Say your prayers!” Mr. Lawrence screeched, his eyes burning red with fury.He wanted Rose to beg for her life. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes before he snuffed the life out of her. It was going to give him a lot of satisfaction if Rose showed fear or begged for her life. He had thought about the scene where Rose was on her knees begging for her life and it gave him so much satisfaction knowing that he had the opportunity to do it in real life.Anytime he thought about the fact that Rose chose Alan over him and even dared to escape the hotel suite with his son Brody, it made his soul tear up into shreds.But there was something about the way things were that wasn't quite just as he had imagined it in his mind.She wasn't kneeling.“Remove the ropes tied on her and get her to kneel,” Mr. Lawrence instructed his men.Two men in black ru

“Instead of asking my guards to force you to do what I want, I will allow you to do it by yourself and for yourself.”Mr. Lawrence clenched his fists as his eyes connoted a mischievous intention.“Kneel before me now!” Mr. Lawrence commanded.Alan stood in a fearless posture of defiance, his jaw clenched with a fearless set of determination. Over his dead body would he kneel before Mr. Lawrence. He had killed the person he cared about the most and now, he wanted him to kneel? The sun would rather fall to the earth before he kneels before Mr. Lawrence.“I said kneel!” Mr. Lawrence spoke with an aura of authority, his muscles tensed up with a seething ripple of anger as he brought out a gun and pointed it towards Alan.“Kneel now!” He commanded again, his eyes burning red with fury.But Alan’s stance was solid with a fearless posture of daring. He would rather die than succumb to Mr. Lawrence.Mr. Lawrence knew that his people were recording the situation so he wanted to squeeze as much

Alan slumped his head in sadness as he found it hard to even digest the fact that Rose was dead. The silence that followed Hibeon’s question was a deafening hush of devastation and a blanket of grief.Hibeon knew immediately that Rose was dead and the grief was transmitted to him.“Shlupp was also shot dead by Mr. Lawrence,” Alan informed, suspicious that Hibeon was going to ask about Shlupp next. “Look, it is very painful and devastating but we can mourn at some other time,” Alan whispered, his breath set in an urgent exhale of tension. “Now is not the time to run for our lives or we will also be killed. We can't revenge Rose and Shlupp if we are dead.”“And where is Ralph?” Alan asked, his eyes widened in a desperate hope that he was dead. “We had to separate during the shootout with Mr. Lawrence and his men. He is somewhere hanging around as well. I can only hope that he hasn't been caught.”There was an urgent hum of hope from Alan.“How many bullets do you have left?” Alan whisp