5. Does it matter who has the power?

From a tiny crack in the window, sunlight was streaming into the pitch-black chamber and falling on the blood-spattered arms. The white shirt had been stained red by blood. The veins in the arms and shoulders were still green. His jawline was seductive, his long neck rested on the ideal collarbone. His large skull wound erupted in blood, spilling down his face to his strong chest. His broad skull wound erupted in blood, which then trickled down his cheekbones and into his powerful chest. His lips had ripped corners and were dry and bloodless. His eyes were puffy and thick.

Two men entered the pitch-black space kicking the door and threw a file in front of the injured man. 

There was very little movement in the long, bloodied fingers of the injured man as he lay motionless in the chair. Two men were laughing loudly as they looked at him. One of them walked up to the chair and punched the injured man in the face, causing his nose to start bleeding.

“Son of a bitch! Sign the papers! We don't have whole day.”

The people standing in front of the injured man were frightened when they saw his swollen eyes slowly open. His eyes were a terrifying shade of red and looked very menacing.

“What are you staring at? Look down.” The punk yelled.

The fiery eyes contained neither fear nor peace.

“Lower your eyes, I said.” Another punk shouted.

The injured man's courageousness impressed both of the men in front of him, as he maintained eye contact with them. However, the goons were determined to get him to sign the papers and resorted to using force. Despite his resistance, the injured man fought back and managed to hit both of them before they retaliated by beating him up.

The light streaming from the door shone on his blood-stained face as he lay there.

When the other hooligans heard their friends groaning, they rushed into the room. The injured man didn't avert his gaze when he saw them, and they all tried to attack him at once. However, he fought back with great power and cunning, striking them all. But one of the thugs hit him with a spade on the head, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground lifelessly.

…

“YOHAN!!!”

As soon as Natalie and Bruno heard Sara Owen's scream, they hurried to her room. When they arrived, they found her sitting on the bed, panting and with a pale, sweat-covered face. Her feeble eyes showed signs of anxiety and nightmare.

Natalie tensed up and held her palm, “Sara, are you alright?”

Sara Owen's eyes started to well up with tears, and she remained in a dazed state.

Natalie saw Sara's quivering lips, and her own heart constricted with worry.

“I saw him. He's alive.” Sara whispered.

Natalie and Bruno exchanged their gaze in panic.

“Darling.” Natalie held her palm tighter.

“He's in trouble. He is injured. I'd go to him. Bring me to him.”

“Sara…”

Next weekend…

Assistant Nolan entered the cabin and Sara Owen’s cold gaze turned hopeful.

“Mobile data is not being recovered since a week?” She asked directly.

“I am sorry, Madam. The team couldn’t find anything suspicious from his phone.”

He placed a document on the table, “Here is the data.”

Closing her eyes, Sara Owen turned back. She was about to cry.

“The CCTV of the Dixon Villa was also checked but no clue was found of the person who attacked you.”

 “Find him before I die.”

The hidden pain in her words once again made Assistant Nolan sad.

Just then, the cabin’s door slammed and Neel Dixon entered the cabin angrily.

“Sara.”

Holding her shoulders, he looked at her worryingly.

“Someone attacked you the night I went on a business trip. And you haven't even told me till today?”

“Was it necessary to tell you?”

“What are you talking about? There has been a fatal attack on you."

 “I’m fine.”

“Mom told me that… You’re pregnant.”

Sara Owen’s heart trembled for a moment then she glanced at Assistant Nolan who seemed shocked after hearing Neel Dixon.

She nodded hesitantly.

“Did uncle know that?”

Sara Owen shook her head.

“Damn it!” Neel Dixon frowned then glared at Assistant Nolan.

“What are you doing? Why can’t you find anything about my uncle?”

“Young Master…” Assistant Nolan wanted to explain but Neel Dixon seemed irritated.

He glared at Assistant Nolan, “Why don’t you call me ‘Sir’? Am I not the CEO of this company?”

“You’re the substitute. You’re not the CEO.”

A low voice reflected in his ears and he looked at Sara Owen in a daze.

"Sara, you…”

“Don’t forget, Neel. We all are working for him.”

Seeing Sara Owen's courage, Neel Dixon clenched his pocketed palms into fists.

“I heard that you are going to call a board meeting to take all the power.”

“It's been a month and a half since he was kidnapped. I can't run this company without power. Taking decisions are hard...”

Sara Owen interrupted him, “I’m his wife. Let me take the power.”

Neel Dixon’s face darkened, “Sara, are you doubting me?”

Sara Owen didn't respond to the question and instead shifted her attention to Assistant Nolan. Seeing the look in her eyes, Assistant Nolan approached the desk, grabbed a folder, and handed it over to Neel Dixon.

“After reading this, you will understand that who should have the power.” She said.

Neel Dixon read the documents carefully. His face flushed.

“Young master, the chairman had got these legal documents made long back. According to this document, after the completion of madam's graduation, in the absence of the chairman, all the power of the company will remain with the madam.”

“Bullshit!!” Neel Dixon threw the file on the table.

“These papers can be artificial.” He yelled.

“Didn’t you see his sign in the document?” Sara Owen asked.

“How can uncle handover his powers to you?” He angrily glared at the woman who seemed expressionless.

“Does it matter who has the power?” Her question calmed Neel Dixon and he kept thinking for a while.