2024-09-30 19:39:491 hour later, Andrew stood inside the tiny scattered room, he was sure this was the house his investigator had told him she stayed in.
But what he was seeing now was different, the room looked like it had been deserted for months. And why was it unlocked? Did she move? Andrew thought of many possible answers to the questions he had, but he found none. Concluding that this was not the house, he walked out of the battered green building and dug out his phone from his pocket, about to call his investigator and scold for giving him a wrong address. “Poor girl, I doubt she would come out of that alive” a voice flew into Andrew's ear, and he paused in his tracks. He snapped his head to the direction and saw two women seated on a bench at the corner, and they weren't there when he had passed earlier. Heaving a sigh of relief, he approached them to see if he could get answers to his questions. “She was kind, she didn't deserve such a cruel fate” the first woman said, her voice laced with pity. “Exactly, and Mr. Lethal doesn't set them free until they are dead or become mentally unstable” the second woman added. “He does that so they wouldn't be able to come out and talk about their experience in that death hole of his” the first woman said as soon as Andrew got close enough. “Excuse me, is this no 3 wall street? ” “Yes, it is, are you looking for someone? “Actually yes, her name is Benita” “Benita?” the first woman asked, her countenance falling flat instantly. Such an important detail did pass Andrew, as soon as he noticed the gloomy expression that had clouded the women's face, he decided to push more, maybe he could get some information from them. “Do you by any chance know her?” He asked, all though they had sold out that answer to him with their facial expressions, but he still wanted to hear directly from them. “Yes we do and…” the first woman said, stopping abruptly as the other one nudged her arms. Her mouth snapped shut immediately and she threw her face away. “Well, she isn't around as you can see, maybe you should come back later” She said dismissively At that point, Andrew knew they were hiding something he needed to know and he would get to the root of it. “I will give $20k to each of you , if you can tell me what I need to hear” “ Deal” the second woman who had been nudging the other one from talking blurted out without hesitation. “Your friend was taken away by Mr Lethal and I'm sorry you have to hear it this way” "What do you mean? Who's Mr Lethal? ”Andrew snapped , already getting pissed at how slow the woman was at telling him what he needed to know. The more she delayed, the more Benita was likely to get into more danger than she already was . “Mr lethal is a cruel loan shark. He offered people with low interest loans and after 3 months, he triples it and starts asking for a repayment in 3 weeks. If they can't pay it, he'll take them away.” “What!” Andrew growled, his eyes flashing with anger “Yes that's exactly what he does” “He owns a strip club where rich and dangerous powerful men go to relax, and take turns sleeping with one woman.” “His victims are used as sex slaves to please these horny men who drug them and brutally sleep with them .” “They pay heavily on each woman's head, and about 10 men sleep with her.” “Mr Lethal uses the women to do this everyday till they get sick, mentally unstable, or die after months.” “His targets are always struggling women…. “I think I have gotten the information I need” “Now where is this club of his located?” Andrew growled, his voice laced with fury The place went quiet as the women stared at each other All of a sudden, their laughter reverberated across the room as they bent forward clutching their stomach. “Wait, are you serious?” “Do you have a death wish?” “I didn't tell you this to go after him, you wouldn't even stand a chance” “Mr lethal has the tightest security in the world, nobody goes there without a membership card or else you get gunned down immediately.” “Where is the fucking club?!”Andrew snapped, causing the women to shudder, their faces turning serious. “Well that's the problem, I know it's an underground club located in the mountains part of the city but I don't know the exact location, I'm sorry” “No problem, I will get that information my way” Andrew said and In the next 2 minutes he had settled them, leaving them in awe. Andrew scrolled through his phone, and dialed a number Immediately a voice spoke up from the other line “Hello boss” “Philip, look into a club called Viagra, I need every bit of information, right now!” Andrew ordered,hanging up the call In less than 2 minutes Andrew's phone vibrated, he swiped it and placed it in his ear. “ Boss, I have sent the address and everything you need to know about Viagra club” “But…”his investigator trailed, fear clouding his mind. “Say it out” Andrew snapped, noticing the hesitancy in his voice. “Boss you need to hurry, the trade is starting in 5 mins and she could be auctioned to be gang raped at any moment from now.” “Leave that to me” Andrew growled , his voice thick with rage.
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Chapter 228: Unwanted Husband
Andrew decided he might as well eat first. The voucher was free. It wouldn’t make sense to waste it. And maybe after that—after some warm food in his stomach—he’d go home and forget how strange the day had been.Half an hour later, he found himself standing in front of the hundred floors building. One of the top hotels in Jashem. Even the entrance smelled expensive. A waiter in white gloves had come out before he even asked for help. “This way, sir,” the man had said. And Andrew had followed.He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t want to draw attention. Just a quiet meal. A quiet hour before he returned to whatever his life was.The waiter led him past the glass staircase, past the champagne-colored chandeliers, past people who didn’t look at him, because to them, he wasn’t even there. And just as Andrew reached the section with his table, his eyes moved to the far side of the room.And there she was. Anastacia.He froze. Not because he wasn’t used to surprises. But because nothing abo
Chapter 227: The Plot
In a dimly lit room , Mr. Devon sat in his chair, back straight, hands resting on the armrest with the kind of practiced stillness that came from years of authority. The screen before him flickered with live news coverage, muted but vivid. His eyes didn’t blink much. His mind wasn’t watching the news. It was listening to what it wanted to hear in the silence behind the noise.The door creaked open with a hesitant knock that came too late. One of his men stood there, head slightly bowed, voice clipped short as he spoke. “Dr. Jackson is asking for you, sir.”Mr. Devon did not move his head. His voice was calm. Almost disinterested. “Let him in.”He didn't need to look. He didn’t have to. He already knew Jackson would enter without waiting for permission, as he always did.Jackson stepped in, shoes echoing faintly against the polished floor, and stopped only once he reached the center of the room. His brow was furrowed in a way that made him look important. But Devon could see right thr
Chapter 226: The Wheels Of Revenge
Amik had gotten home that night,his shoulders heavy with the weight of the day’s humiliation. The air inside his penthouse was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the sharp clicks of his polished shoes against the marble floor. His mind replayed the scene at the lounge —Andrew’s cold smirk, the way the other executives had turned their backs as if he were nothing. The memory burned like acid in his chest. His friend, Daniel, was already there, pacing the length of the living room like a caged animal. The television screen flickered with muted news coverage—Amik Corporation’s stocks plummeting, analysts dissecting his downfall with clinical detachment. Daniel’s face was pale, his fingers twitching at his sides as if he wanted to punch something. The moment Amik stepped in, Daniel whirled around, his eyes wild. “What the hell happened, Amik? What did I see on TV?” His voice was a blade, slicing through the quiet. Amik exhaled, his fingers tightening around the glass
Chapter 225 : Had I known Is A Brother To Mr. It's Too Late !
His voice, once proud and sharp, broke down into pleading. “I-I’m sorry,” Amik stammered, hands trembling, “Please… I didn’t know… If I had known… I swear, I wouldn’t have…” He looked up at Andrew like a drowning man begging for rope. “I was wrong. I was so wrong. Please forgive me. Just one chance, just one.” But Andrew didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He didn’t show the rage they had mocked, or the power they had denied. He only looked at Amik with the same quiet calm that had shaken them all to the core. It was that stillness that made it unbearable. “I didn’t know,” Amik repeated, now more desperately. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know who you were!” Amik begged harder, his voice growing more frantic. He promised anything, everything—money, favors, loyalty—but deep down, he knew it was too late. It was all his fault . His voice was shaking, words tumbling over each other, but Andrew’s expression didn’t change. There was no mercy in his eyes. He had given him chan
Chapter 224 : Dropped To His Knees
Amik laughed, loud and careless, the sound ringing through the room. “Don’t tell me you actually believed what this lowlife just said?” He tilted his head, smiling as if he had just witnessed the most ridiculous lie of the century. His words dripped with mockery, his voice full of arrogance. He spoke like a man too sure of the air he breathed, too unaware that it could be taken from him. He looked around for agreement, waiting for the others to join in, but his laughter began to echo back at him. The room didn’t laugh with him this time. There was a pause. A long one. Then a voice snapped through the silence like a crack in glass. "He was telling the truth!" one of the men shouted back, his voice cracking with urgency, and instantly, every pair of eyes in the room jerked toward the television mounted on the wall. And just like that, nothing else in the room mattered anymore. The screen lit up with the red-and-white logo of a news station known for breaking high-priori
Chapter 223 : Turn On The Goddamn TV !!
Andrew slowly took the phone away from his ear, his thumb still resting on the screen. He didn’t blink. He didn’t move. His face stayed calm—too calm. But the room around him was not. Suddenly, loud laughter exploded in the air, sharp and mocking. It was cruel. It was on purpose. Each laugh was louder and meaner than the last, filled with pride and disbelief. They weren’t just laughing at what he said. They were laughing at the idea that someone like him could say it and actually believe it. One of them clapped loudly, almost choking in his amusement. “You hear that?! He cancelled the contract,” he managed to gasp, slapping the armrest beside him. “The bloody contract! What’s next? He owns Jashem too?!” Another man snorted and leaned in, eyes glinting with ridicule. “Only the chairman can make that call. And last I checked, the chairman doesn’t wear cheap jeans and second-hand shoes.” The laughter doubled. It wasn’t just sound—it was assault. “You must really enj
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