Tyler returned to the bed.“We got the contract, babes…” he smiled, placing his hand gently on Cynthia’s butt.He pulled her over, staring at her face.“We gonna be pretty wealthy, babes.”Cynthia widened her cheeks. There was no better news than the mention of money.Right there, her thoughts revealed themselves like a vision. She was already imagining what she was gonna do with her own share of the money when everything finally clicked.“So, you gonna go to her?” she asked, raising her hand to his chin and caressing it.Tyler stared more closely into her eyes. “Yes.” He nodded.“This is the sacrifice we have to make right now. But soon, she will be our past. We won’t have to see her. You won’t have to share me with her again.”Cynthia leaned closer. Her lips met with his as they both closed their eyes and interlocked their lips.For a moment, neither of them spoke.The contract had changed everything.Money was finally within their reach, and the only thing standing between them and

Adora helped Tyler up to his feet. They stood aside right beside Marvin.“Security!” Marvin called.Two hefty men in black suits stepped forward.At the Clement’s mansion, Marvin had installed security personnel who responded only to him to protect his daughter. They were always nearby, but they rarely interfered unless Marvin gave them a direct command.“Yes, boss,” one of them said.“Seize him. He must be here until the police come.”“Yes, boss.”The two men immediately grabbed Abel.He struggled against their grip, but they were stronger. Abel glanced at Marvin, then at Adora and Tyler. None of them looked concerned about what was happening to him.Eight minutes later, three police cars drove into the compound.The sound of their tires against the driveway drew everyone’s attention.“Where is he?!” One officer walked up to Marvin.“There he is.” Marvin pointed.The officer turned. And there he saw him.Abel was being grabbed by two hefty men. He furrowed his brows and stepped towar

“Vroom!”A dark Chevrolet Tahoe with discreet police markings zoomed into the police station.The car screeched to a stop.The door opened, and a man in well-polished brown leather shoes and a distinct police uniform with the most decorated chest stepped out of the car.The man was the police chief.The door slammed shut behind him.“Who arrested the Northwest Energy Chairman?” he blurted furiously.Every police officer in the station froze.Then, almost immediately, they fumbled outside.The police chief was the head of the police with the highest authority. To every officer under him, he was the lord.And they dared not see his red eyes.“No one arrested the Northwest Chairman, sir.” They bowed.The police chief glared at them.“Then why am I being told that the Northwest Energy Chairman was arrested in this station?”Silence.Nobody dared answer.He approached the stairs. Just as he was about to climb, a black Cadillac SUV drove into the station gently.The vehicle pulled over besi

Thirty minutes later, Adora and Tyler held each other as they stepped out the front door.They were about to approach the stairs when they saw a figure coming through the gate.Tyler stopped.“Is that not…”He paused. He couldn’t believe his eyes.Adora followed his gaze.Her eyes widened.“Abel? How did he?” she murmured.For a moment, neither of them moved.The figure was getting closer.There was no mistaking him.It was Abel.Adora slowly turned to Tyler.Tyler shook his head. He didn’t know either. There was no possible way he could wrap his brain around how Abel was able to get out.He furrowed his brows.“Did he escape?” he blurted.But he immediately controlled his voice. Only Adora heard him.Adora shook her head.She knew it.Blackridge City took its security very seriously.When a person was arrested, there was no possible way the person could have escaped, at least, not on his own.She knew it, or so she thought.Abel was poor. He had no one to call for help except his sic

“Yes, sir. I’m onboard and completing the pre-flight checks,” Sabbath replied.“Good. Have the jet ready. We’re leaving in thirty minutes,” Abel texted again.“Yes, sir.”Three days ago, while Abel was back in the Clement mansion and in his cubicle room, he had picked up his phone and sourced for a pilot he’d be using for his private trips.Being the chairman of Northwest Energy, a private jet came among the luxuries he had to himself.While he could have Adriano or a secretary do the sourcing for him, he preferred to do it himself. He scrolled through countless pilots having their ads shown to him. But out of many, one caught his attention.Sabbath.As written in his author’s note, he was a struggling pilot who had never been given a chance before, not even by aviation sourcing agents and companies.But he’d strongly wished luck would find him someday.Abel furrowed his brows. He clicked on his profile and read more about him. He placed himself in his shoes.Ten years ago, he’d been