Elijah leaned back, his gaze piercing Peter's. “How about you sell us the cemetery?”Shocked, Peter blinked. “Sell… the cemetery?”  Bartholomew nodded. “Name your price. We won’t negotiate. Whatever you think this land and the graves is worth, we’ll pay it.”  Peter’s breath caught in his throat and his mind raced with speed. Theis was an offer he couldn’t refuse. "Instead of being responsible for anything that happens to the graves, I rather ask for a huge sum of money and relocate to the Maldives."A slow, nervous smile crept onto his face knowing that no amount of money would sound too big for the Schwarzengers.  “Then… I suppose I should write down the price?”  A sharp intentional grin crossed Elijah's lips.  “Exactly," he muttered happily.Bartholomew slid the checkbook closer to Peter “Any amount you wish, Mr. Peter August."  He said, feeling charismatic.Peter hesitated only a second before reaching for the pen

Meanwhile, at the Schwarzenger estate, Aaron Kellyman stealthily moved behind the tall pine trees in the garden, feeling overly confident that he wasn’t being seen or followed.Unbeknownst to him, two guards from the SHADOW secret team, which Elijah had instructed the lead guard to assemble, were trailing him just a few meters behind, monitoring his every move.Completely unaware that the Schwarzenger guards’ uniforms were equipped with implanted listening devices, Aaron discreetly pulled out an unauthorized smartphone from his inner underwear and dialled a number.“It looks like he’s using a phone while on duty,” one of the SHADOW guards muttered, furrowing his brow as he tried to identify what Aaron was holding.The other guard nodded and concluded that what Aaron had was indeed a phone. “The scum imposter probably hasn’t realized that all the other guards, except him, use only 'SCHWARXX'—the only approved smartphone made by the authority.”As he spoke, Aaron instinctively turned ar

Missouri, United States Of America."Durling, could you believe what that piece of shit just called me for?" A woman in her mid-forties pouted in a baby voice as she walked towards her man.On finally getting to the man who sat at an office desk, watching the bustling Missouri metropolis through his king-size floor-to-ceiling glass walls, she realized he wasn't paying attention to her."Pierce baby?" She called his name startlingly and took his wine glass from his hand, dropping it on top of the desk."What's this, Natasha!?" Pierce Schwarzenger said under his breath, trying to mask the anxiety and anger boring his mind. "I don't remember telling you I'm done with the wine."Instead of giving him back the wineglass, Natasha leaned closer, her face just a few inches away from his. "But you're not responding. I've been talking to you for some minutes and you didn't even act like you're in the room here with me. Or are you still angry about yesterday night in bed?""Tsk," Pierce jerked b

Pierce Schwarzenger stormed out of his mansion, looking worried and frantically searching around. "Liza!" he called out, but there was no response. He then made his way to the back of the house.“Eliza!” he shouted at the top of his lungs again as he approached. A brief sense of relief washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by anger when he saw her sitting beside the swimming pool, focused on her laptop.In a fit of rage, he dragged a chair closer and sat down, his eyes fixed on her forehead. She didn’t even glance up to acknowledge his arrival.“What in the world gave you the audacity to write to the Schwarzengers, Eliza?” Pierce barked anxiously.Eliza sighed but didn't respond, continuing her work on the computer. This only fueled Pierce's anger further.“Are you trying to pretend that you didn’t hear me talking to you?” he yelled, leaning in closer as his voice echoed around them.Eliza sighed again and finally raised h

Back in the assembly hall, the headmaster cleared his throat, the sound amplified by the microphone. He peered over his glasses at the rows of young, innocent faces in his front, completely unaware of the spy female guard listening in."Good morning, teens and teachers," he began, his voice adopting a fake saccharine tone. "As you know, our Sugar Kiddies Montessori academy is a school community that runs on cooperation and timely contributions. Before you go to your classes, I have a very, regrettable brief announcement to make."He held up the paper dramatically, his eyes spanning all over the hall. "I will be reading a list of names. These are the pupils whose parents have, unfortunately, not yet fulfilled their school fees. You know...financial obligations to the academy. When you hear your name, please remain behind. Your teachers have been instructed to assist you in telling you to remind your parents."The students knew what that meant and a wave of anxious sigh escaped through