“You said he was that confident, huh?” Cynthia asked as she walked around Tyler, resting one hand on his shoulder.“Yes. He spoke with such brutal confidence,” Tyler replied, sitting on the edge of the bed while Cynthia paced around him naked.“Do you know what brutal confidence means?” he asked, lifting his eyes to meet hers.Cynthia fixed her gaze on him.Of course, she understood what he meant.Tyler had used the expression figuratively. Although “brutal confidence” was not a conventional grammatical expression, it conveyed just how fiercely confident the man had sounded. There had been something unsettling about the way Abel had carried himself, and Tyler couldn't shake the feeling that the man was hiding something dangerous.“His eyes, his voice, his body movements. Everything showed that the motherfucker was up to something. Just what if...” Tyler paused, his expression darkening.“He is the one behind all this, right?” Cynthia interrupted, settling onto his lap.She ran her fin

After hearing all they said, Abel picked up his phone from the bed.He stared at the screen for a moment before opening his contacts and dialing Maxson. “Hello, sir.” Maxson spoke the moment he answered.“She contacted her lawyer about the divorce. The hour we strike is here. Be ready.”“Very well, sir,” Maxson replied without hesitation.Abel ended the call and lowered his phone.Unlike Adora’s bedroom, whenever Abel spoke in his bedroom, even with the windows open, his voice couldn't be heard upstairs. The privacy gave him room to make his calls without worrying about anyone overhearing his conversations.He slipped his phone into his pocket and walked out of the room.***On the other side of the house, Tyler was preparing to leave.“I should be going now,” he said, turning toward Adora.He leaned toward her and pressed his lips against hers, holding the kiss for a moment before pulling away.“I will miss you,” he added.Adora breathed in gently and smiled. She wasn't ready to let

Adora stood on her balcony, staring into the sky with a glass of wine in her hand.Earlier, she had been at the Clement family mansion, where they had devised a plan to secure the contract. Now, she couldn't stop thinking about it.She was certain of one thing, or so she thought.Soon, they would secure the contract and become richer. Almost immediately afterward, she would marry Tyler, the love of her life. The only man she had ever wanted.She chuckled at the thought. The mere idea of it filled her heart with excitement, and she couldn't wait for everything to fall into place.Everything was finally going according to plan. Her company would secure the contract, her relationship with Tyler would become official, and she would finally be free from Abel. She pulled her phone from her pocket and held it firmly in her left hand before typing a message.“Seven days is a lot of time. Is there a way we can speed things up?” Adora sent to Racheal.“I understand your desire to have the proc

Moses squinted through the microscope lens, tracking Abel the moment he stepped out of the Northwest building. He adjusted the focus, keeping Abel's face in view as he moved.Then he pulled out the photograph Cynthia had given him and compared it to the man in his sights.“Gotcha!” he muttered.He remembered Cynthia's instruction. If Abel was the one sabotaging their chances of becoming rich and wealthy, he had to kill him.Moses smirked. He had been given a job, and he intended to finish it.“Now, we get to find out.”He adjusted the microscope again, following Abel's movements and watching where he was headed.Meanwhile, Abel crossed to the other side of the road.He had just finished meeting with Adriano and was now heading back home. The meeting had gone as expected, but something about the journey back made him uneasy.He couldn't explain it.Someone was watching him.He slowed his pace, pretending to be unaware of his surroundings. His eyes swept across the street, taking in the

“Now, that’s fucking interesting,” Abel said.He disengaged the gun’s safety and tossed the weapon aside.Moses breathed a sigh of relief. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to calm himself. He had never been so close to death, and the terrifying part was that Abel had barely shown any emotion while threatening to pull the trigger.He knew it now. The man sitting before him wasn't joking around. If he hadn't cooperated, this would have been the end of him. And he wasn't ready to die, not when he was yet to achieve anything meaningful in life.He had spent years struggling to survive, moving from one criminal activity to another. He wasn't going to throw away whatever remained of his life because of a job that had gone wrong.“And how did this Cynthia know I was the one behind the contract?” Abel asked, his eyes fixed on him.“She didn't,” Moses blurted out.Abel's eyes narrowed.“What are you talking about?”“She wasn't entirely sure, okay? She asked me to investigate you