UNDERVALUED SUPREMACY: INFLICTING MY OWN KARMA

News reporters swarmed the area, moving from one employee to another, eager to conduct interviews. Photographers snapped pictures of the lifeless body of the woman who had fallen from the scaffold at the law firm. Meanwhile, videographers captured the crime scene, their camera lights flashing rapidly, capturing every detail. The front of Archer's Law firm was a chaotic scene, as reporters vied for valuable information about the case to report for their respective news outlets."Oh, look, it's the Archer family!" a reporter exclaimed, pointing towards Mr. Damon and his family as they exited the firm. This sparked a frenzy, with every reporter rushing towards them, their camera lights flickering as if it were a red carpet event. The Archers were known as one of the most influential families in Europe, with a vast conglomerate and a prestigious law firm under their name."Mr. Archer, how do you feel? Can you provide any details about the victim? Did you know her? Was she a client of yours

It's been exactly a month and three weeks since Harry was arrested for the murder he didn't commit. No contact with any outsider, and he had almost lost his sanity. But what kept him going was his love for Daine. For the first two weeks, he thought Diane would help him. But after a month, he lost hope and prepared for whatever would happen to him in prison. He knew he was in hell, and the torture was getting too much daily. But he refused to grant them the statement they requested from him. Since Mr. Damon didn't keep to his side of the deal, Harry refused to give them any statement nor make the video confessions he was asked to. Sitting on the worn-out chair in his cell room, he sighed disappointedly as he carelessly leaned his back angrily against the wall. 'Shit!' he groaned in pain as his back hit the wall. His back was filled with bruises from the whips and torture he had gone through. The next minute, the door to his cell creaked open, and the warder and two hefty officers sto

However, when Harry rushed down the stairs, he saw a fleet of cars parked outside the house they had just left. Harry stopped in his tracks, bewildered about which car was his. "Where's mine?" he asked. "All of them, young master," Pietro answered with a smile. Harry stood there, dumbfounded, struggling to digest the information. He counted in his mind, "One, two, three, four, and then five!" "What? All of these?" Harry questioned, refusing to believe what Pietro had told him. "Yes, young master. This is just a sneak peek of what's in your garage," Pietro replied, smiling as he opened the door of the Range Rover Sport, Harry's favorite. Pietro signaled for Harry to get in, closed the door behind him, and took the driver's seat. However, when they reached the L&M Hotels compound, the car came to a stop, and Harry exited immediately. He looked around the opulent surroundings, noting the lineup of exotic cars in the garage, a testament to the dignitaries present. However, something

In L&M Hotels, Harry sat on the plush green couch in his sitting room, sipping green tea. The door creaked open, revealing Pietro. "Young master," Pietro bowed before joining him on the couch. "Did you get all that I told you?" Harry asked, fixing his gaze on Pietro. "Yes, sir. Most of them still think I'm working for Mr. Damon, making it easier for me to get access to them," Pietro replied with a wide smile.Harry had instructed him to investigate everything related to Mr. Damon which hadead to the discovery that drugs were being peddled in and out of the Archer's hotel in Lastovo under the guise of a hotel. "Anything from Mr. Damon yet?" Harry asked, Casually changing the TV channel. "Yes, he did call while I was there," Pietro replied. "Good! I've got another assignment for you," Harry said, turning his gaze to Pietro. "At your service, young master," Pietro announced. The door suddenly opened, revealing Jade. "Good day, sir," she greeted before joining the men on the couch d

The sun shone through the subway, accompanied by a cool breeze, as Harry sat on his couch with legs crossed, absorbing the beautiful scene. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips as he recalled Mr. Damon's failed trick. Attempting to use a fake child to manipulate Harry, unaware that Harry knew there was no romantic involvement with Diane during the fake pregnancy, and he was aware of everything. When Mr. Damon had called Jade and threatened him with a fake child, Harry decided to play along, giving him the benefit of the doubt, intending to strike back when Mr. Damon least expected it—just as he released the videos of drug deals. Harry waited for Mr. Damon to boast proudly, then instructed his team to distribute the incriminating videos and pictures. Sipping his drink, he scrolled through his phone, smiling triumphantly at the chaos the videos were causing on social media. It was spreading like wildfire, with almost everyone bashing Mr. Damon and demanding he withdraw from the congress