Luca Ashford knowing fully well that he was about to leave the Quarry to carry out the task given to him by his father, Dorian, decided it was time to announce his departure. Few minutes later after reading the letter he stood proud and tall at the center of Grimstone Quarry, his sharp gaze sweeping over the gathered workers all of whom were his subordinates. The air was thick with dust, the scent of earth and sweat clinging to the bodies of the men who toiled under his leadership. He had built this place into something formidable, a sanctuary for those who had been cast aside by society. The men stood in silence, their eyes filled with respect and unwavering loyalty. Luca had earned their trust through strength, wisdom, and an unshakable will. Now, he was about to leave them for a time. “I’ll be away for a while,” Luca announced, his voice calm but firm. “I trust that no one will cause trouble in my absence.” A murmur rippled through the crowd before one of the men, a burl

The airport buzzed with hushed conversations as a fleet of luxury cars lined up at the entrance, their polished surfaces gleaming under the afternoon sun. The sight alone was enough to make travelers stare and pause in curiosity."Who do these belong to?" someone murmured."Look at that convoy… it’s not just any rich businessman," another whispered. "That’s Wilson Brown’s fleet!"At the mention of Wilson Brown, the city's most feared and untouchable mafia boss, the murmurs turned into gasps of disbelief. Wilson rarely made public appearances, and yet here he was, personally leading the convoy.Just as people were still digesting this revelation, the airport doors slid open.A tall man with an imposing aura strode out, his dark eyes scanning the area lazily, as if he owned the very ground he walked on. He was dressed in a fitted black suit, his presence commanding respect without him even uttering a single word.This dashing man was none other than Luca Ashford himself.The air seeme

The moment the name Brown Gang was uttered, Leon’s face drained off color and a sharp gasp escaped his lips, in an instant, his fear turned into obsequiousness (submissive). He forced a smile, nodding quickly agreeing to everything the gang leader said.“Ahh yes, yes! I did borrow $10 million from the Brown Group.” Leon admitted, sweat beads had formed on his forehead. “But the loan isn't due for another six months. I–I have it invested right now! I can’t just pull it out overnight, you know?”The gang leader’s expression darkened like a storm rolling in. He grabbed Leon by the collar and yanked him close, his voice a low growl.“Oh, are you teaching me the law of investment right now? The boss wants the money now!” His fingers tightened, almost choking the old man, “You don’t get to decide when to pay. If the Brown Gang says it’s due today, then it’s due today!”June was trembling and feeling embarrassed that today of all days, that Jason Stewart was here in her home, something like

Jason Stewart who was always looking for ways to stand out and to win everyone in the Thornton household's heart, felt this was the right time to save face after being embarrassed by the thugs earlier, he stood up and arranged his outfit. Picked up his phone and dialed a number, in no time, the call was answered. “Dad! There is a problem that I need your influence to solve.” “I am listening!” The other voice uttered. On hearing this, June was excited that her choice for her daughter was not some coward and he has influence. She focused on him waiting intently on waiting for Luca on the other hand, was eavesdropping on Jason's phone, unbeknownst to any of them, he has a keen exceptionally sharp hearing, thus he was able to listen to their conversations. “What did you say? You fool, how could you get yourself involved in this?” The voice yelled from the other end of the call. Thankfully his phone wasn't on speaker else his ego would have been crushed and reduced to nothing in t

On getting inside the perimeter, Luca strode in like he owned the place, with no care in the world, who could stop him?Not long after, he found the room where Mad Tiger was, it reeked of alcohol, sweat, and stale smoke. Inside, Mad Tiger sat at the head of a long wooden table, his scarred face twisted in laughter as he guzzled a bottle of whiskey. His men surrounded him, exchanging crude jokes and slamming their fists on the table. “Haha, I cannot believe they think they could take us out!” one of his men utter“Some warrior goddess she is! Couldn't even break through our defences, what were they thinking?”“I can only wonder if she has gone nuts.” Another retorted and they continued their mockery and laughter.At the center of their mockery was Marina who was deemed a failure, a worthless nuisance.“Hah! That bitch thought she could challenge me?” Mad Tiger roared, slamming his glass down. “Marina is nothing but a fool trying to act tough! Look where that got her, crawling away