Lawrence gave a small nod, forcing a polite smile. “I’ll be expecting positive news from you people, then.”The boss only smirked, tapping the table. Lawrence didn’t linger. He turned sharply and tugged at Daniel’s arm. Together, father and son walked out of the Vorn Dogs’ hall.Meanwhile, in the hotel room…On the bed, Elijah lay bare-chested, wearing only his shorts. Beside him, Sierra rested in just her bra and undies, her body curled close against his. Both of them were covered by a soft duvet, her head resting on his chest while his hand slowly ran through her hair. Her eyes were closed, savoring the warmth of his touch.“You still leaving tomorrow?” Elijah asked suddenly, his deep voice breaking the quiet.Sierra opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him. “Do you want me to leave?”Elijah gave a faint smile. “Do you want to leave?”She tilted her head, her tone playful but serious at the same time. “Do you mind if I leave?”His smirk grew wider. “Do you think it’s okay if you

Elijah slipped his phone back into his pocket after the call with Phantom, his face unreadable as he strode further into the lobby. The place was lively—some guests clustered around the TV, others ate noisily at tables, conversations filling the air with a hum of chatter. Elijah’s sharp eyes scanned the area, searching for Sierra.Just then, the lobby door swung open.A man walked in—middle-aged, though carrying himself with the confidence of someone who believed he owned every room he entered. His head was clean bald, the light above glinting faintly off it. Around his neck gleamed a thick gold necklace, and on his pinky finger rested a fat diamond ring that sparkled with every move of his hand.It was Kaizer—the same man who had promised Sophia Bennett a soft life.The moment Kaizer stepped in, his eyes fell on Sierra. She sat elegantly on a chair, her attention fixed on her phone. Her natural beauty shone in the plainest of moments, and Kaizer’s breath caught slightly. Even more be

Two hours later, Sierra’s car pulled up into the massive parking area of Marina Square.From a distance, the mall looked like a giant block of modern architecture, spreading wide across acres of land. Its walls were painted in clean neutral tones, layered with giant LED billboards flashing advertisements of designer brands, perfumes, electronics, and luxury items. Bright neon signage spelled out Marina Square in bold letters high above the entrance.The building had multiple wide entrances, each one bustling with streams of people carrying shopping bags in and out. Banners stretched across the front announcing seasonal sales, while palm trees lined the wide pavement, adding a touch of greenery to the busy scene. The parking area itself was massive, row after row of cars stretching out like a mini-city of its own, with security guards directing vehicles and whistles cutting through the air.Sierra smoothly parked the car and looked at Elijah. He was leaning back in his seat, his eyes s

The crew moved with machine-like precision. Each one unzipped their tactical backpacks, carefully sliding rifles and shotguns inside, making sure nothing stuck out. Pistols were tucked into hidden holsters beneath their suits, easy to draw the moment they needed.“Check,” the leader said, and one by one, they nodded.The driver pressed his foot on the accelerator, steering the black armored van away from the main road and around to the west side of Marina Square. This was where supply trucks came and went—deliveries of food, clothes, and electronics passing daily through the service route loading bay.The van slowed as it approached, blending easily among a line of delivery vehicles pulling in. The heavy back door lifted with a faint hiss.“All right, masks off until we’re inside,” the leader ordered. “Move like workers, don’t draw eyes.”They all slid out quickly, adjusting their backpacks and straightening their jackets. To anyone watching, they looked like a team of regular contrac

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Some people turned their heads toward each other, eyes wide in panic. A few bank employees, dressed in shirts with their company logos, froze on the spot.One young woman shook her head violently, whispering, “No… no, I can’t…” as tears ran down her face. Her coworker beside her nudged her forward with trembling hands.Slowly, hesitantly, a handful of staff—men and women alike—rose shakily to their feet. Their legs quivered as they walked toward the front, eyes down, afraid to look at the men with guns.The leader’s harsh laughter echoed through the atrium as the bank staff stood trembling before him. He lowered his rifle slightly, pacing in front of them like a predator sizing up prey.“Good, good…” he muttered, nodding slowly. “You’re going to bring us every dollar that’s been deposited today. Every cent. Nothing hidden.”He raised his rifle again, leveling it at their heads for emphasis. The staff flinched in unison, fear written across their faces.