Sarah, knowing herself, gasped audibly. Her eyes widened, stunned. Aubrey Blackwood was the leader of the underworld people and a high killer, who terrified the people in town.He only does that when he's being paid to. And mentioning her name meant just one thing: someone had paid him to kill her because that was the only possible way he could have known her name.But who could that person be? Sarah's legs started vibrating, her mind racing with no inkling of anyone around in mind.The realization that Sarah wasn't the person responsible for Aubrey Blackwood being here dawned on everyone. They had accused him wrongly, and they were sorry but it was too late to even utter a word of apology.As Aubrey Blackwood began to step closer with his three men at his back, waiting for an answer, a lady from the crowd, out of fear, bowed her head and pointed her finger toward Sarah.“That's her. She's Sarah, the person you are asking for,” she hurriedly spoke, her voice shaking with fear. She

Meanwhile, Charlotte and Harry stood at the back with raised eyebrows, their expressions filled with condescension. They have decided to keep shut so as not to be suspected. “Who does that fool even think he knows?” A mocking chuckle escaped Charlotte's lips as she muttered. “If he thinks Liam is coming to save then he's in the dark and must be joking…..because Aubrey Blackwood can only stop at the words of the chairman, and not Liam—”“Funny enough, the chairman doesn't even know he exists. And that only means, he's brought more trouble on himself….. and should be left to face Aubrey's punishment.”Meanwhile, Liam's voice came through the other end of the line, hard and furious. “Who the stinky dirty fool are you to think you can attack the young master?!” He roared, and Aubrey flinched slightly. “If you still want to live….. live to enjoy your life, then you better leave there right this minute or else… You won't like what will be done to you and your entire men. Both you and th

Harry's feet shook in fear, but before he could step a little far away, Aubrey grabbed his collar, drew him closer, and without another word, he delivered a punch to his face.The force of the punch sent Harry to the ground, almost closer to Charlotte, who was still on the ground, groaning slightly in pain. A small trickle of blood started to flow from Harry's nose. He touched the stinging spot, and his heart pounded with anger. He raised an eyebrow, his face tremendously hot. He had so much to gush out but his lips only ended in trembling. The hush in the room was thick with silence. Everyone raised an eyebrow, disbelief and bewilderment took over.By what has been revealed, Aubrey had been paid by Harry and Charlotte to harm Sarah yet after Anthony's intervention, he's turning against them now. What exactly is behind his sudden change of character? Everyone whispered, confused, minds racing with unanswered questions. Anthony's involvement just changed everything.Aubrey's face

His gaze locked on Harry's and Charlotte's eyes, but they didn't wink, not even a bit. They were very aware of Anthony's scheme—to humiliate them using Liam's power—but they won't allow it. Anthony smirked smugly at their arrogant composure. He shook his head as if pitying them for the punishment to come. “You've got just one more minute before the time elapses. Apologize now while you still have the chance to,” he saidHarry, although stunned at how Aubrey had grovelled at Anthony's and Sarah's feet not long passed, stepped forward, his demeanor arrogant. “Bow our heads and apologize to her as what?” He protested, his heart swelling in pride. Anthony smirked wider. “For ruining her party. Apologize then leave. But if she's not satisfied, then something more deadly will be done to both of you.” Harry laughed mockingly at him, his voice rising and dripping with sarcasm. “Who's she that I, Harry Winston, should bow to, asking for her forgiveness? And you? What have you got to order

Harry's nose flared, his frustration palpable. “What the heck!” He growled, his finger dipping into his palm. “Why are you tormenting us with Mr. Liam's influence?”Anthony chuckled, amused. “My influence, not Liam's,” he corrected him. “I'm not the one tormenting you but you—both of you—are.”His chuckle disappeared. His expression became more serious. “Now, do it again. Gently and politely prostrate at her feet, then apologize.”His words cut every part of Harry's body. His eyes turned red with anger, and his hand balled into a fist at his side.He tried to argue, but Aubrey silently growled, ensuring he heard it. He turned to look at him, his expression dark and like one ready to strike him if he dared to protest.Harry swallowed hard and nodded slowly. “Alright, we'll do so.”Before they could take any step, Sarah stopped them.“Please, don't do that. I'm not God that you should bow to,” she said, shaking her head. “But I don't want to see any of you close to me again,” she added,