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Chapter Three Hundred and Eleven
Lilian couldn't help but offer a faint, knowing smile as Marcus's words echoed in her ears. Her eyes flickered with a mixture of amusement and seriousness before she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a soft but steady tone. "I know you're skilled, Marcus," she said, her gaze unwavering. "But I advise you not to make a move. If you even think about it, I will kill him."Marcus, sharp and perceptive, immediately recognized the depth of her skill. The way she held the gun suggested she wasn't bluffing; if she chose to pull the trigger, Richard’s life could very well end in that instant.Panic began to rise in his chest, but he masked it well. “Don’t be rash,” he replied quickly, his voice steady but betraying a hint of urgency. “I won’t make a move…”Lilian's lips curled upward in a small, satisfied smile. "That's good..." she said softly. Then, her attention shifted, her eyes locking on Richard. "Little Richard," she began, her voice laced with a hint of sadness, "I helped you back
Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve
Lilian’s voice was soft, almost teasing as she spoke to Lucas. “I’m just joking with you. You don’t have to take it seriously,” she said, her tone light but carrying an undercurrent of something more elusive. She studied him for a moment, her gaze steady. “Do you remember what I said to you just now?”Lucas, his mind still grappling with everything that had happened, nodded reluctantly, his expression weary. "I do…" His voice was barely above a whisper, and it was clear he was trying to process everything as it unfolded around him.Lilian’s smile was faint, almost unreadable, before she turned away. “Then good.” Her smile faded as she began to unbutton her shirt in front of Lucas, an action so casual yet charged with an undeniable tension.Lucas froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. The last thing he had expected was for Lilian to behave so boldly, especially in front of him. His heart raced as he watched her, completely caught off guard. He couldn’t even begin to guess what she was p
Chapter Three Hundred and Thirteen
Richard’s footsteps echoed in the quiet night air as he walked leisurely toward his villa, but something in the back of his mind felt off, a lingering sense of unease that he couldn’t shake. As the darkness stretched out around him, the feeling intensified, like an invisible presence lurking just beyond his sight.He paused, his hand instinctively going to his side as a strange, cold chill crept over him. He turned abruptly, his eyes scanning the surrounding shadows, but found nothing—just the oppressive stillness of the night. The moon was only a sliver in the sky, casting faint light over the landscape, leaving the world draped in darkness. He checked again. And again. After three careful glances over his shoulder, he sighed, chalking it up to nothing more than his own paranoia. But that nagging sensation wouldn’t go away. He was being followed. He could feel it.He continued walking, but the unease gnawed at him, urging him to stay vigilant. Every few steps, he turned to glance behi
Chapter Three Hundred and Fourteen
The assassin’s voice was cold and filled with disdain, as if he were granting Richard a mercy by ending his suffering. “My employer has said to make you suffer a lot before I kill you, but seeing you fight with everything, you’ve struck a chord in me,” he said slowly, his tone almost pitying. “Therefore, I’ve decided to end your suffering.”Richard's chest heaved as anger surged through him. His eyes blazed with fury as he looked at the assassin, trying to summon every ounce of strength he had left. The man was now standing close enough that Richard could see him clearly—his pale, almost sickly white skin contrasted sharply against the dark night. Tattoos covered his body, but the one that stood out the most was a scorpion inked onto his right hand, a symbol of deadly precision and cold calculation. A long, jagged scar ran down his right cheek, marking him as a man who had seen violence, and who had caused plenty in return.Richard burned the image of the assassin into his mind. His wo
Chapter Three Hundred and Fifteen
When George and James entered the hospital room, their eyes immediately fell on Richard, lying in a state so dire that even they, accustomed to high-stress situations, were taken aback. The room was heavy with the scent of antiseptic, and the stark, clinical environment felt suffocating. George, his face pale and drawn, looked at his grandson with a sense of disbelief. His worst fears were now a cruel reality.Richard’s body was battered beyond recognition, and the sight of him lying there, barely clinging to life, struck George harder than he cared to admit. The gravity of the situation was not lost on him. For a moment, he simply stood there, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him.“How severe are his injuries?” George asked, his voice thick with emotion. It was more than just a question—it was a plea for hope, even if only a sliver.The doctor, a man who had seen his share of life-and-death situations, sighed heavily. His eyes flickered to George before speaking in a profes
Chapter Three Hundred and Sixteen
The moment Richard's injuries began to heal, it was like watching magic unfold before George’s eyes. The process was visible to the naked eye, the damage to Richard's body slowly reversing. The broken bones started to fuse back together, the wounds closed, and the poisoned bullet wound began to heal. George stood vigil, watching closely, every muscle in his body tense with anticipation. Though he trusted the golden liquid completely, the sight of his grandson in such a fragile state gnawed at his heart.For over five minutes, Richard’s body reacted to the healing potion. The transformation was slow—painfully slow—given the extent of his injuries. But George didn’t look away, his gaze never leaving Richard as the thick, smelly pus began to ooze from his skin. George quickly called for the maids, his voice laced with urgency.The maids arrived swiftly, and with careful hands, they undressed Richard, wiping away the viscous pus, changing the blood-soaked sheets, and making sure he was as
Chapter Three Hundred and Seventeen
George sat behind the mahogany desk, his movements deliberate and slow as he poured the wine, filling both glasses before passing one to Richard. The glass, delicate in its crystal clarity, caught the light as George slid it over to his grandson.Richard took the glass with a quiet nod, appreciating the gesture, though his mind was miles away. He raised it to his lips, taking a sip as he pondered the recent events that had brought him here. The rich flavor of the wine seemed to momentarily ground him, but before he could fully relax, his grandfather broke the silence, his voice steady but laced with concern.“What exactly happened, Richard?”The simple question pierced through Richard’s thoughts, forcing him to recall the horrific events. His brow furrowed as he began recounting the attack, speaking of the assassin’s cold demeanor, the violent confrontation, and the unmistakable feeling that death had been only a breath away. He didn't hold anything back, detailing every moment as best
Chapter Three Hundred and Eighteen
Dominic Prescott lay on the luxurious king-sized bed, the soft sheets barely grazing his skin as he basked in the aftermath of an indulgent night. The VIP section of the five-star hotel felt like a private sanctuary, a place where the world’s rules didn’t apply. Beside him, a beautiful woman, her curves tantalizing and her features captivating, lay peacefully. She had surrendered to him—her body now a mere memory of their intense moments together.Sweat clung to Dominic's well-built body, glistening in the soft light that filtered through the room. It was clear that the night had been one of hedonistic pleasure, an indulgence in both power and lust. But despite the pleasure he had just experienced, his mind wandered elsewhere, consumed by the thought of Richard, the man who had dared to challenge him.His gaze shifted to Amelia, peacefully asleep beside him, her presence a stark contrast to the violent thoughts swirling in his mind. A smug, triumphant smirk slowly spread across Dominic
Chapter Three Hundred and Nineteen
David Prescott sat in his opulent office, the weight of his recent troubles pressing down on him like a suffocating cloud. His mind churned with confusion and frustration. His company, the Prescott Group, was crumbling before his eyes, and yet he couldn’t understand why. He hadn’t made any missteps, hadn’t crossed any lines that would warrant such a devastating attack. His only recent quarrels had been with business rivals—rivals who, though they posed a challenge, certainly didn’t have the power to bring a $100 billion company to its knees. So who, then, was behind this catastrophic downfall?His thoughts spiraled in a haze of uncertainty, when suddenly, the shrill ring of his phone cut through the silence. Startled, David quickly answered, assuming it was an update from his company’s struggling departments. But the voice that greeted him on the other end was not what he expected. It was accusatory, sharp, and carried an underlying threat.“You have the nerve to send your bodyguards a
Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty
The sun hung low in the sky as three luxurious cars rolled up to the entrance of the university, their polished bodies gleaming in the late morning light. The soft hum of their engines filled the air as they came to a halt. Richard had exchanged his hospital clothes for a sleek yet casual outfit, one that subtly communicated wealth and style. His appearance was striking—sharp features, a confident posture, and a quiet but undeniable aura of power that seemed to captivate everyone around him.As the bodyguards stepped out of the vehicles in perfect synchrony, their black suits and formidable presence made the students stand to attention. The air around them thickened with tension; their intimidating stances told everyone that these were no ordinary bodyguards. These men exuded an aura of strength and capability, and they moved with a purposeful efficiency that made it clear they weren’t there for show—they were there to protect someone important.Richard, despite the extravagance surrou