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Richard Ferguson: The Most Dangerous Man
Evelyn sat frozen behind her large oak desk, the harsh light from above casting sharp shadows across her pale face. Her hands shook as she clutched the medical file, the bold black letters of the test results blurring before her eyes. Shock showed in every line of her face. Her usually calm and composed expression was broken, revealing raw disbelief. She blinked once, twice, but the words on the page stayed the same. The room felt heavy and suffocatingly quiet, except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Inside Evelyn’s mind, however, panic and confusion roared so loudly it drowned out all reason.Marcus, the head of security, stood stiffly by the door, his usually calm face showing cracks of worry. In over a decade of working under Evelyn; through corporate espionage, threats, and crises, he had never seen her like this. The news of John’s failed plan had shaken her deeply. Her unshakable confidence seemed shattered like glass, leaving her looking vulnerable in a way that made e
John Is Really Dead
The grand hall turned into complete chaos in seconds. Guests who had been calmly sipping champagne and clapping moments earlier now rushed for the exits in a panicked wave, their screams echoing off the high ceilings like a haunting chorus. People shoved past one another, heels clattering against the marble floor, purses and coats dropping to the ground as they scrambled over overturned chairs. Camera flashes lit up the madness, capturing every terrifying moment for social media and news outlets.But in the center of all this, Hannah didn’t move. She stayed kneeling on the blood-stained stage, frozen in her grief, her knees pressed against the cold floor as she held John’s lifeless body in her arms. His head rested heavily in her lap, his once-bright eyes now dull and empty, a streak of blood staining her silk dress.Her body rocked gently back and forth, wracked by sobs that tore from deep within her chest. The sight of her was heartbreaking—so raw and devastating that even the colde
John Is Dead
Outside the event hall, the Prestwicks were still stuck waiting, looking like uninvited guests at a party they thought they owned. Their expensive outfits now felt like a cruel joke under the harsh sun. The Matriarch leaned heavily on her cane, her pearl gown drooping in the heat, her face tight with barely hidden anger. Winston paced nearby, his tuxedo jacket undone, muttering curses as yet another limo pulled up, letting out a tech billionaire who was scanned and welcomed inside without a problem. Eleanor’s mother fanned herself with their invitation card; the fake one of course, her diamond earrings sparkling, but none of that could hide the humiliation. They hated every second of this. The waiting. The public rejection. It stripped away their prestige, reducing the once-powerful Prestwicks to nothing more than loiterers outside the gates.Richard’s parents weren’t faring any better. Harlan Ferguson stood with his arms crossed, his silver hair a mess from running his hands through
The Ravenshore Event
The next day, the Grand Apex Event Hall stood tall and grand in the richest part of the city. Its huge building had towering columns, shiny glass walls, and a massive dome that sparkled in the morning sun like a crown. From early morning, luxury cars began lining up at the entrance, each one more expensive than the last. These weren’t just cars; they were symbols of power and wealth. There were custom Maybachs with armor and diamond-studded rims, rare Ferrari SF90s in special colors, sleek McLaren Sennas built for speed, and even a $3 million Koenigsegg hypercar that drew every eye. Each arrival showed off unimaginable wealth, making it clear that whatever was happening inside this hall was a huge deal.Ministers in expensive tuxedos stepped out of cars, followed by assistants carrying briefcases filled with important documents. Politicians with perfect smiles and secret plans waved at the cameras. Billionaires in custom-made suits adjusted their Rolex watches while their partners wor
Dangerous Desperation
The SUV disappeared into the city traffic, leaving chaos and wreckage behind. Smoke curled from the mangled wreck of the sedan, its hood crumpled like paper, steam hissing from the shattered radiator. One of the front wheels spun uselessly, the rubber flayed from the rim. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, growing closer.The driver’s door creaked open with a long, tortured groan of metal. A hand, slick with blood, clawed at the ground. Slowly, painfully, one of the assassins dragged himself out of the wreckage. His face was pale and streaked with crimson; blood poured from a deep gash across his forehead, blurring his vision and matting his hair to his skull. His legs were twisted at unnatural angles, bones shattered from the crash. Every movement sent waves of agony through him, but instinct forced him forward.He collapsed onto the pavement, coughing violently, red flecks splattering the street. The other three men in the car were still inside—broken, lifele
Near Death
John stepped away from the reception desk, the manager still groveling on his knees like a man who'd just seen his entire life flash before his eyes. The lobby buzzed with a mix of stunned silence and hushed whispers, phones still held aloft by gawking guests capturing the aftermath. John's satisfaction was short-lived, though; he could feel the weight of unwanted attention pressing down on him. This wasn't how he wanted to spend his afternoon; drawing eyes, making scenes. He nodded curtly at his guards, signaling for them to finalize the room bookings under his name. The receptionist, her face pale as a ghost, fumbled with the keyboard, her hands shaking as she processed the presidential suites without another word of protest.Just as the key cards were handed over, one of his guards, the shaved-head one named Marcus, leaned in close. His voice was a low, urgent whisper, barely audible over the lobby's ambient hum. "Boss, we have to leave right now."John's head snapped toward him,
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