At this time, Asher looked at them. He felt that since the men had planned against him, they should be treated accordingly; they weren’t good but bad people with evil intentions.Sending them away wasn’t a good idea, especially Rodney. Asher then said, “You should hand them over to the police, tell the police they stole from you or something, and let them be sent to prison for their crimes.”Vandy nodded, “Okay, Master Mancini, I will do that. I will break their legs before sending them over to the police station.”Good,” Asher said.Rodney and his accomplice cried desperately, “Please, master Mancini, don’t send us to jail. We are sorry, I promise to do anything.”Asher could only chuckle as he watched them, “You are of no use to me, how do you want me to employ a man without arms to work for me?” His voice dripped with sarcasm. He then turned to Vandy, “Do you need them, are they useful in any way?”Vandy hurriedly replied, “No, Master Mancini. They are useless. With broken fingers

Grant nodded, as he replied, “I heard about him from late Master Harold, that he had once counted his energy. He’s got some big names backing him, like Owen Simpson, And The Reed’s family. You should be careful when you deal with him. I also want him to be taught a lesson. I am preparing for the day I will encounter him.”Lorenzo felt uncomfortable after hearing Grant’s words. He never knew Asher had got a skill under his sleeves. Could that be the reason why he is so confident?“Master grant, I will handle him when the time is right, but for now, I need to focus on my recovery. Can I attend a business meeting?”Grant nodded as he replied. “Yes, you can but don’t stay long, and don’t take alcohol.” Ricardo didn’t want to state his plan with Lorenzo to Grant, at the same time, he didn’t want to go deep into any conversations with Grant.“Thank you, Master Grant. I will keep you updated if there is anything.” “That’s perfect.” While Grant sat quietly, he thought about Asher. If Someo

Asher’s brow raised in curiosity, as his gaze moved toward Isabella and then back to his phone screen.Hearing about his father made him more curious, what could he know about his father’s death? And what does he want to say about Isabella?He still hasn’t found a clue about his father’s killer. Mark had dug into various files, but all to no avail.What could Lorenzo know that Mark and Himself doesn’t?Lorenzo smiled from his end, knowing he had gotten Asher; he took Asher’s silence as a sign of victory.“I can still keep it to myself,” Lorenzo muttered.“Send me your location, and make sure this is not one of your plans or else I will make sure you don’t live to see another day.”Lorenzo chuckled wryly from his end, “I will be expecting you.” Asher had stepped out of his car, as he walked towards the location Lorenzo had sent to him. It was quite a busy arena.Unlike where he had thought, as Asher walked forward he overheard his name from a familiar figure. His gaze drifted towards

Deborah was left in a perplexed mood as she watched Asher trail behind Mark toward his car.She couldn’t help but wonder what was happening! “Mr. Mancini, I am sorry if I went too far by clearing her debts.”“It’s fine,” Asher said. “How did you know I was here?”Mark hesitated for a moment before he replied, “Master, I received a call from Vandy. He stated that one of his men saw you being taken into the casino through the back door. He feared that you could be in danger, and that he couldn’t step in due to his fallout with Issac. Stepping in will cause more trouble.”Vandy knew his boundaries. Asher nodded as he listened to Mark’s words, he knew staying longer with Mark would raise suspicion brows from people around.“You should get going, I am fine. Thank you for showing up.” Asher said.“Master, you didn’t need to do that. I was only doing my job,” Mark said. “Master, I received an email fro

“It’s a large space,” Isabella mused aloud. “You’d need centrepieces that don’t block sightlines but still make a statement. Perhaps a mix of delphiniums and lisianthus for height, paired with hydrangeas or garden roses for fullness.”Charlotte’s eyes lit up at Isabella’s quick assessment. “That’s exactly the kind of thinking we need. We also want something for the stage backdrop, nothing too fussy, but impactful enough for photographs.”Isabella felt a ripple of excitement. “Do you have a budget in mind?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.Charlotte leaned against the counter, folding her arms loosely. “We’ve set aside between eight hundred thousand and a million dollars for the décor, depending on the proposal. That includes delivery, setup, and breakdown.”For a heartbeat, Isabella wondered if she’d heard correctly. That kind of money could cover a month’s rent for the shop and still leave enough to invest in new display shelves she’d been eyeing. She quickly schooled her