Griffith’s eyes twinkled with a mischievous going of arrogance as his fingers danced with gentle affection and tenderness on his parrot’s feathers. “Oh, of course, you are right Mr. Billing. We have a common enemy and I think that is why we can actually be friends.”“It was necessary that you experienced everything that you had to go through.”Mr. Billing retorted, his muscles tensed in frustration. “Oh, so you admit that it was intentional. You intentionally got me hospitalized. Isn't that shameful?”Griffith’s lips curled with a smug smirk of satisfaction instead. He didn't have a concern for any of Mr. Billing’s rantings. “Come on, Mr. Billing. Let's not exaggerate situations here. You didn't pass through as much pain as you are making it to be.”Griffith rolled his eyes. “Well, apart from the sharp pain you experienced when you got bitten by the serpent, you were unconscious throughout every other process till now that you are back healthy. It's not like you were crying in pain fo

A smug smile escaped from Griffith’s lips. “Don't worry, I will show you what I am talking about soon. You don't get it now but you will, I am sure.”“And the mark, does it get to clear off?” Mr. Billing asked again. He wasn't ready to let go of the idea that the mark could be erased. He could imagine how he would cringe at himself seeing the useless mark on his body every day. How would he look at himself in the mirror when he wakes up every morning knowing that he has a very ugly scar on his leg?Griffith smiled in response. “Don't worry about the scar. It's the same for every one of us. Wait a bit, I will show you.”Griffith walked to the door of the hospital room and called out three of his men - Dwight, Uqaman, and Zonam. “Dwight, call you guys in here and I need three of you in here.”The way Griffith called his men made Mr. Billing realize that the hospital room where he was wasn't quite far from the crime organization he visited - in fact, it might just be in the same building

“They vowed to do anything in their power to make sure that Idliba doesn't get to own the sword. They couldn't understand why Jamal would choose the youngest grandson when he had other children and grandchildren who were thought to be more mature and capable.”“It was very unfortunate but this led to wars among Jamal’s children and grandchildren. They fought for the sword for many years and possession was exchanged among his heirs for many years.”“On one occasion the war was taken place on a very high mountain but beneath the mountain was an ocean. When the fight got so intense, the sword fell off the mountain and into the ocean and that was how it got lost.”“Many decades, even centuries later, deep-water divers found the sword and extracted it and since then it was hidden in a museum in a land where no man could enter.”Griffith heaved a sigh of relief after explaining the story, his eyes gleaming with a desire to explain.“Wow, that is a wonderful story but I still don't see how i

“Wine, beverages, and building materials,” Mr. Billing responded. “These are our major sources of profit and Alan knowing that our consumers are basically the same decided to sell the same products that we do. Why can't he just f**k off? Why does he have to always show that he is some important personality?”“I think he just wants people to change the perception around him but what he doesn't know is that he is my errand boy and even though he somehow became a wealthy figure, his roots remain as someone who is rejected. I will do anything to make him crumble at my feet.”The reality of his daughter, Rose being dead crashed into Mr. Billing again and his face contorted with a desire for vengeance.“Yihaaaaah!” He groaned loudly again, his voice loud with pain and agony as he punched his fist to the wall.PAOH!With a ferocious roar, Mr. Billing unleashed fury on the wall close to him with a powerful blow that shattered the wall, forming a huge hole in between.The punch was so hard tha

That would only mean that the boy was the one with Rose inside the elevator. If that was also true, then that would mean that the boy, whatever his name was, would be the one who told Rose about all the secrets that she knew.Alan’s brain swelled in a twitch of realization as his guts told him that there was no way that Rose would have known about Mr. Lawrence’s secrets if she had not made some friendship with his son.His son must have known some things that no one else knows and he must have told Rose about it, Alan thought. Or could Rose have known those secrets herself? Could she have discovered the truth about Mr. Lawrence herself?Whatever the truth was, Alan swore in his mind that he was going to uncover it and use it against Mr. Lawrence.But his muscles were feeling a little tight and he felt a need to take a run.He looked through the window and he saw that the hint of dawn was still over the horizon as the air was chilly and still. It wasn't 6:00 am yet and he felt that he