2024-12-30 15:34:51Margaret paced back and forth in the Ravol family’s grand living room, her face flushed with anger. “This is all your fault, Holsten! You’re the one who insisted on making Kael our son-in-law! Look at what he’s brought us. I wouldn’t have even hired him as a servant, and now he’s nothing but trouble!”
Holsten, slumped in a chair, rubbed his temples. “Enough, Margaret. It’s not the time to argue. The biggest gang in the city has been provoked because of him. They won’t just let this go. Retaliation is inevitable.” Evangelene, sitting quietly by the window, wrung her hands nervously. “What do we do now? Who will save us from this mess?” Kael, leaning casually against the doorframe, remained calm. His lips curled into a faint smirk. “I’ve already told you, I can handle it.” Margaret turned on him with a venomous glare. “Handle it? You? Don’t make me laugh. You’ve done nothing but cause problems since the day you stepped into this house. Leave it to someone capable, like Mike.” At that moment, Mike stepped forward, adjusting his suit with an air of self-importance. “Mrs. Ravol, Evangelene, don’t worry. I can resolve this situation. The Smith family has extensive connections in this city. With just a few calls, I’ll have everything under control.” Evangelene’s eyes lit up with hope. “Really, Mike? You can fix this?” Margaret nodded in agreement. “I knew we could count on you. Unlike some people who only know how to bring ruin,” she sneered, casting a disdainful glance at Kael. Kael chuckled softly, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Oh, please, Mike. The thugs who just beat you to a pulp didn’t seem to care about your Smith family connections. What makes you think they’ll listen now?” Mike’s face turned red with anger. “You…! Don’t underestimate me, Kael. I’ll show you what real power looks like.” Margaret waved her hand dismissively at Kael. “Shut your mouth! Let Mike handle this. At least he’s doing something, unlike you.” Kael’s eyes darkened, but his composure remained intact. He pulled out his phone and tapped out a message. Without another word, he pressed send and pocketed the device. “What are you doing now?” Evangelene asked suspiciously. Kael glanced at her briefly. “Making sure the situation is resolved.” Mike scoffed. “Oh, really? Sending text messages? That’s your grand plan? Laughable.” Before Kael could respond, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out, his expression calm as he answered the call. “Kael, sir, I swear I had nothing to do with this!” a panicked voice erupted from the speaker. The room fell silent as everyone’s attention turned to Kael. He stepped forward, his voice cold and commanding. “Marcus. Explain.” Marcus, the head of the biggest gang in the city, stammered on the other end. “It… it wasn’t me, sir! One of my men betrayed me. He’s joined forces with another gang and acted without my permission. They were the ones who targeted Miss Evangelene.” “And why would they do that?” Kael’s tone was sharp. “They wanted to kidnap her and deliver her to a big shot in the city,” Marcus admitted, his voice trembling. “This big shot promised to help them take over my territory in return. Please, Kael, I had no part in this. Spare me.” Kael’s expression remained unreadable. “Send me the address of this big shot. Now.” “Y-yes, sir. Right away,” Marcus replied before the call ended. Mike as he paced back and forth, holding his phone to his ear. Evangeline, Margret, and Holsten watched him closely, their expressions filled with trust. They had no reason to doubt him—yet. "Are you sure about this, Mike?" Evangeline asked, her voice laced with concern but trust. "You said you could handle Marcus's gang, right?" Mike gave her a reassuring smile, sweat beading on his forehead. "Of course. Just leave it to me. I’ll have everything under control soon." Margret nodded in agreement, though she couldn’t mask the anxiety in her eyes. "We believe in you, Mike. You’ve always been able to get us out of tight situations." Mike took a deep breath, straightening his back and lifting his phone again. He dialed a number, his fingers trembling slightly as he placed the call. The seconds ticked by, stretching the silence. “Hello?” he finally said, his voice steady and authoritative, like he was speaking to someone very important. “This is Mike. I need your help with a... sensitive matter. Yes, it’s urgent. The Ravlor family is in danger, and I need your resources. I don’t care how much it costs—just get it done.” He paused, listening intently, his brow furrowing. “Marcus’s gang, huh? Yeah, we’ve got a score to settle. Make sure you pull out all the stops, I’ll take full responsibility.” Mike hung up and immediately dialed another number. His heart was racing, but his face remained calm. "Mike," Holsten interrupted, stepping closer, "is it really working? Are they going to help us?" Mike didn’t miss a beat. "Of course, they are. These people owe me, Holsten. You’ve got nothing to worry about." His voice was smooth, even though his mind raced to keep up the act. He shot a quick glance at Evangeline, who was still watching him intently. He had to make them believe. The second call picked up. “Hello, this is Mike. I need your full support. The Ravlor family is at risk, and I need backup. No, don’t ask questions. Just bring everything you’ve got. I’ll handle the negotiations later. Get it done, or there will be consequences." Mike’s words were confident, yet inside, he was desperately trying to stall, buying time while he thought of a way to get out of this mess. He ended the call and looked up at Evangeline, who was still waiting for results. "Everything’s in motion," he assured her, though his words felt hollow even to his own ears. Evangeline’s gaze softened. "I trust you, Mike. I really do." Margret chimed in, her voice warmer. “Mike, we know you’ve always been able to turn things around. We’re counting on you.” Mike gave a tight smile, feeling the pressure. "Don’t worry. This gang won’t know what hit them. I’ll handle Marcus, you’ll see." Kael, who had been quietly observing from the corner of the room, suddenly shifted. No one noticed him at first, too focused on Mike and his “calls.” He had heard enough. Kael glanced at the group, noticing how they hovered around Mike like he was their savior. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. Kael navigated the dimly lit streets, his steps steady and purposeful. His phone buzzed, and he checked the message. It was the address from Marcus. Kael’s eyes narrowed as he memorized it. “Time to end this,” he muttered to himself. Back at the Ravol residence, Margaret noticed Kael’s absence. “Where did that troublemaker go now?” she asked, irritation lacing her voice. Evangelene glanced around, her brow furrowing. “He’s gone. Why does he always run away when things get serious?” Mike seized the opportunity. “Exactly! He’s nothing but a coward. Trust me, Evangelene, I’ll handle everything.”
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