Leo opened his laptop, scrolling through the photos his investigator had forwarded to him –carefully arranged folders of Drake's photos and routines. After Drake had threatened to expose his gambling secrets, he had paid someone to keep a close eye on him. To dig up any dirt he could use on the scumbag. He hissed in irritation, looking away in disinterest. Just the same boring photos everyday —Drake always at home, only leaving to run errands. Almost nothing else. Drake seemed to live a simple life like the trash that he was, so how did he know about his secrets? How did he manage to get private information about him at the comfort of his bedroom? This was so frustrating. Seems this stupid investigator couldn't do his job well. He would hire another person. Someone capable that could uncover even the tiniest details on Drake. He clicked his tongue. That bastard was definitely not the saint he claimed to be and he'd soon find out. “What're you doing?” Lydia's sharp voice reached out

Leo was a little nervous meeting the most alluring businesswoman in the whole country. He forced the words out of his trembling body. “Miss Sophie,” he began carefully, “our company has recently gained public attention. While we may not yet be as established or prominent as others, our growth has been consistent. If given this opportunity, we assure you of the best and nothing short of excellence,”Sophie nodded. She was quiet for a while, then she nodded. “I think that will suffice,” she said calmly. “We can move forward with this collaboration.”Leo's eyes widened. Had he misheard? Accepted, just like that? No follow-up questions. No mention of Lydia’s failed IPO that was still circulating online? What the hell? Why did everything go so smoothly?It made no sense.Harrison Group was known for its strict screening process. Their reputation was built on precision and they didn’t just approve partnerships on a whim.So why had Sophie agreed so easily?Before he could voice his confusio

Drake was leaning back on his sofa chair, head tilting towards the ceiling, eyes half-closed, when the door opened. He didn't bother to look. Only one person sometimes barged into his privacy without permission.Opening his eyes, he caught sight of Silas walking in, dressed in a tucked-in white shirt and neatly pressed trousers. He closed the door behind him and bowed slightly. “Young master, I wanted to inform you that the deal with Lydia's company has been signed,”Drake nodded, but when Silas continued to stare at him in that invasive manner of his, he sighed. "You have something else to say, Silas. Say it,"“I heard from Sophie that you secured Leo an invitation to Madame Sky's Gala. That's strange. What're you planning?”Drake glanced briefly at him. “Nothing. I'm not planning anything,”“Seriously?” He asked as he stared at Drake, his face expressionless. “I don't know you to grant your enemies expensive favours. And the gala? You risked your position just to get your ex-wife ti

After an hour, Adrian sent a text message to Aria to let her know he'd arrived. He waited. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes, but his phone did not beep in response. Frowning, he dialed her number. Was she so engrossed in writing a perfect proposal for the supposed Chairman of Axel that she didn't hear his phone ring?The phone rang out. Once. Twice. No response. Weird.She had literally texted him an hour ago.He tried her line again and when there still no response, he walked into the building, taking the elevator to her room. In front of her door, he pressed the bell.Still no response.“Aria?” He called out. Was she sleeping?He pressed the bell again, this time knocking hard. Still nothing. He leaned forward, pressing his ear to the door, listening for any sound -movement, breathing, anything.Silence.Silence that made unease prickle in his spine.The last time she’d gone this quiet was when her pipe burst and she’d been stranded. Did something worse than the pipe break this time

Kelvin staggered to his feet, staring down at them in disbelief. He chuckled. “You're joking, right?”The men remained silent, but they were shaking visibly in fear. Kelvin brushed a hand through his head. “I provided you with the best weapons and even guns, yet you lolst to a weaponless man?”“Boss, forgive us, he—”“One more mention of forgiveness from you and I swear, I'll kill you right here and now. Are you bullshitting me? You're all professional assassins and I hired you with good money. I hired you to take care of an inconvenient trash and you couldn't do that?”The commotion attracted pulled eyes towards them as everyone stared. Kelvin was too raged to make that his concern. “Raise your fucking hands in the air, you dimwits! I'm going to teach you” Kelvin yelled, removing his belt. He landed it harshly on each of them. They groaned in pain, but kept their hand raised, not daring to bring it down..“I told you to bring me his fucking head, but here you are looking so pathetic