***“Lucas! Fetch Great Lord a glass of water!”“Be fast!” Sheraton yelled with terrified bulging eyes.Lucas, one of the senior household staff, without further ado, sprinted towards the kitchen to do the needful, his heart racing with urgency.“Great Lord, please… breathe… try and breathe out,” she voiced out in gripping fear.Ten minutes ago, Sheraton stormed into the mansion to explain better about Michael's abduction as the Great Lord couldn't make sense of what she was spilling in the phone call.“My God! Please hold on Sir… Lucas has brought the water.”In great palpitations of the unprecedented negative news, Lord Eric's breath has been distorted for almost two minutes, his airflow and blood flow disrupted due to the shock of the kidnap.He managed to sip in half of the glass of water, followed by an exasperated sigh of sadness.“Oh, my boy. Do you think they had already killed him?” he mouthed from the deepest part of his heart, his veins quickly running cold.His question us

“It’s been twenty minutes since his abduction, and we have no clue what the assassins want! Not even a single call from them!”“We don't even know if Michael Scofield is still breathing!” Lord Eric bawled out, which induced more tension in the atmosphere; his emotions switched from fear to enrage.The seven household staff members in the living room lowered their gazes downward; they knew better not to stare upon the Great Lord when furious.“Enough is enough! I'm calling in the Chief Police officer to handle the kidnap case! I can't watch my boy die without a fight!”Sheraton widened her mouth to speak, then, within a split of seconds, swallowed hard with thick words clung to her tongue.A voice calmly mouthed from the atmosphere. “The Great Lord, please let's wait till at least thirty minutes of his kidnap. Once you make that phone call, Michael Scofield’s undercover would be blown, and the media would know he's linked with you.”Lucas held tight his gripping goosebumps and managed

***It's one week down the lane with all underground work put in place by both discreet parties.Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise, after years of rebranding, would celebrate its seventh anniversary and would air live on different broadcasting media stations in less than thirty minutes.“Y’all are welcome!!! We are honored to have y'all grace the occasion!!!” The gorgeous host charmingly uttered.For the first time in over five years, after persistent invitations of various winery companies— five industries that have been labeled core rivals of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise consented to grace the feast with Lord Barus Israel leading the Ultimate Branded Winery Industries to the event.[Why the sudden change of heart?]“Please, the event will soon kickstart. The red carpet session should already be rounded up. Our esteemed guest please make it to your designated seats. Thank you.”Several distinguished figures from various work endeavors were also invited to mark a memorable seventh-year

All eyes flashed on Lord Eric and, of course, the new COO of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise, who were unperturbed about Lord Barus’s barkings. From his hasty defense mechanism, he wasn't prepared to get arrested without pulling forth a fight. “I’m disappointed!!! Was that why you invited my company for the seventh anniversary? To have me humiliated in front of these honorable guests and the viewers at large.” “We are definitely rivals ‘cause we produce wines, that shouldn't give you the effrontery to blackmail me. That’s a spit on my face!!!” “Fuck!!!” The head of the police team winked at Lord Eric to do the needful before Lord Barus uses his petty talks as a route for a deserving escape. “Are you done spewing trash?” “Lions don't roar when the rabbit is engaged in a rat race,” Lord Eric sneered with a smug enmeshed on his cheek. “You have been ratting about evidence? Surely, we'll show you one.” Lord Barus was somewhat unsettled as a smidge of spine vibration was fe

***“Welcome to the abode.”“Here would be your hideout till we figure out somewhere more secure.”“You can call me— “Bold-9.”The mysterious masked faced personnel chipped in…While in the car, after partially giving hints of how Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise should crumble— silence overwhelmed the atmosphere as both personnel had their lips zipped.Two minutes ago, the mysterious personnel drove into a simple flowered bungalow with the plans to cohabit with Marshall.He folded his arms, still engrossed in perplexity on what really Bold-9 needed from him, that had him take such high risk in helping him.His mind flashed toward his father and how he'd cope when he learned of his assassination plot against Michael Scofield.If for a second he knew that his scornful enemy would become the next COO of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise, then he'd have manufactured an excuse not to attend the seventh winery anniversary.“Do you love whiskey?” Bold-9 once more jolted him off his deepened thou