At 8pm, the busy street of Southend near the fruit market was crowded, not spectators, police, detectives and reporters crowded the area looking down at an unconscious or seemingly dead man receiving medical attention. Amongst them, Carl stood at a distance leaning against a street light. The last time this happened, he got a slap from Mr. Adkins, and now it repeated itself. What made it even strange was the fact that it happened the same way, and for the first time he was starting to get suspicious. "Why is it that whenever someone is after Oscar, they get strangled and injected?" It was hard to believe that this had anything to do with Oscar. Knowing that he broke out of prison, Carl feared that they'd been found and would be killed one after another. The intelligence unit had located them so perhaps it was time to flee again. Unfortunately, working for Adkins did not give him any hope, if he were to run away Adkins wouldn't mind supporting the government to find and arrest him

"Slapping your boss? What is he talking about?" Mr Vixen was furious, his gaze fixed on Ken as though he was going to kill. Vixen had a record of a bad temper; he doesn't listen — he just acts. Selling off Vixen's Auto store was such an accomplishment, not to mention it's a pathway to other partnership opportunities with multiple companies."I can... can explain it, sir. This has to be some sort of misunderstanding. I... wait, not ... it's hard to... I don't know." Ken was lost for words; he looked at the staff who were also in the same state, and then at Grace, who didn't know how to react at all."Gibberish!" Vixen barked, "Just nonsense that's all you are talking about right now, Kenneth Blanco, and trust me, I do not want to hear it!""Sir, please...""Shut up!" Vixen cut Grace off before she could say anything. "Just shut up... If you speak to me one more time, kiss your job goodbye!"Grace quickly buried her head in shame and stepped back. Deep down, she strongly believed that i

Upon returning to the hotel, Oscar held a handkerchief over the bruised side of his face. He made it to his allocated room with John standing by him the whole time."I would have given him what he deserved if you had just let me, sir," John fumed, noticing the bruise that was swelling under Oscar's eye, which seemed to be getting larger by the minute."It doesn't matter," Oscar replied, taking the handkerchief off his face and wincing. "I'll be alright. I know why I do what I do... I'm being careful.""Careful?" John asked, watching as Oscar settled onto the couch in the living room. "What exactly are you being careful about, sir, if you don't mind me asking? Keeping a low profile isn't the same as being a doormat.""I know that, John. Can you get me an ice pack?""The doctor will be here in a minute to take care of it, sir," John answered. "It’s best not to touch it... About my question, do you mind giving me an answer?"Oscar s

Vixen's Auto StoreKen was pacing endlessly in his office once more. He had summoned the courage to speak to his boss, through which he got the opportunity to speak with Kevin Wayne to sincerely apologize for a mistreatment that he knew nothing about. He apologized half-heartedly, like Grace said, pretending at work.However, Kevin did not accept his apology. Instead, he said that the representative would show up at the store once more, and Ken could apologize in person. Right there, Ken agreed. If it meant keeping his job, then why not?However, as soon as he got to the office, panic set in. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that something would go terribly wrong. It made no sense that Kevin Wayne would tell a lie about him and still insist that he apologize in person.It was hard to believe, but only one name came to his mind, and it was Oscar. On top of that, Oscar was absent from work that morning.“Sir, you sent for me?” came Sammy’s voice as he walked into Ken’s office, closing

At the Adkins mansion, chaos was unfolding again, and no, it wasn't about Carl's departure; Mr Adkins had already dealt with that man in a way only he knew how. The chaos originated from an email sent to the Adkins Group by the Evermore Conglomerate, serving as both a warning and a threat to cut ties completely.What made this even more chaotic was the fact that the email didn't explicitly explain why they were being cut off. The vague statement 'until legal assessments are completed' wasn't convincing enough. This was also a time when the Adkins Group was flourishing, finally gaining popularity among its competitors. If the Evermore Conglomerate decided to stop assisting them now, it would be disastrous.Adkin had been sitting in the living room since seven a.m., making every possible call he could think of, texting those who hadn't picked up, and even responding to the email from the Evermore Conglomerate, requesting to speak with a representative to understand the situation.His wi