Author POV Knoxville's determination drove him to seek out Electra, and Henry obligingly chauffeured him to her company. As they arrived, Knoxville parked his car in the garage and stepped out, Henry following closely behind. Knoxville's heart raced as he pushed through the revolving door, Henry at his side.Upon entering, they were greeted by the receptionist's warm smile. "Welcome, gentlemen. How may I assist you?""I'm here to see Electra," Knoxville announced, his voice firm.The receptionist's expression turned apologetic. "I'm afraid she's currently in a meeting with her team. Would you mind waiting?"Knoxville nodded curtly, and they made their way to the waiting room. Plush leather sofas and polished wood accents enveloped them in comfort.As they sat, Henry turned to Knoxville, concern etched on his face. "Are you sure she's not going to be upset seeing you here?"Knoxville scoffed, his jaw set. "I have to face her, no matter what. This can't be avoided."Henry raised an ey
Electra POV I exhaled sharply as he walked out of my office, leaving me seething. My fists clenched, I slammed them onto the desk, making the pens and papers jump."What did he take me for?" I muttered, my voice laced with indignation. "Does he think I still have feelings for him?" The thought repulsed me. "I resent him, not love him."I took a deep breath, attempting to compose myself. My subconscious mind piped up, its voice a nagging whisper."Perhaps you should tell him about his daughter. He deserves to know he has a responsibility."I snarled, silencing the voice. "Shut up!" My palm slapped the desk, the sound echoing through the room. "Who says I'm not capable of taking care of my daughter?"My anger boiled over, I shot up from my chair and strode to the water cooler. I gulped down a glass of water in one swift motion, feeling the cool liquid calm my frayed nerves.As I stood there, I couldn't shake off the lingering emotions. His presence still lingered, stirring up memories
Author Electra pulled up to Richardo's grand estate, the soft glow of the evening lights casting an inviting ambiance. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for the meeting ahead, as she parked her car outside the imposing entrance. Stepping out onto the paved driveway, the crunch of gravel beneath her heels echoed through the stillness.As she shut the car door, the sound seemed to punctuate her resolve. With determined strides, Electra approached the entrance, where a smartly uniformed guard stood watch."I'm here—" Electra began.The guard's knowing smile cut off her introduction. "Welcome, ma'am. Sir Maxwell already informed me of your arrival. Please, go right in."With a courteous bow, he stepped aside, gesturing toward the open door. Electra's eyes flicked to the guard's name tag – Jenkins – before she nodded her appreciation.As she entered the mansion, Electra was enveloped by the opulent décor and the soft hum of classical music. As Electra navigated the familiar hallwa
Maxwell's eyes lit up with warmth as he reminisced, "My mum, she's the one who taught me how to make good meals. She loves cooking for dad, and was always intentional about putting love into every dish." Electra's lips curled into a gentle smile, intrigued by the affectionate tone."That must have been a real challenge growing up in a family with two wives," Electra asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. Maxwell's expression remained calm, unfazed by the probing question."Not at all," he replied. "His first wife passed away when I was just three years old, and it was only after a year of grieving that my dad married my mother. Plus, Knoxville, my half-brother, lived most of his life abroad, so we didn't really overlap much." Electra's eyebrows arched slightly, her eyes sparkling with interest."Oh, I see," Electra said, her smile deepening. She leaned in slightly, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. Electra let out a contemplative sigh, her voice laced with concern.
Henry's expression turned concerned as he placed a hand on Knoxville's shoulder. "Don't you think you should take a break and spend some time in the countryside? Or perhaps travel to England for a while?" he suggested.Knoxville's face twisted in disdain. "Did you think I should run away like a coward that I've always been?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.Henry's eyes softened. "I'm not saying you're a coward, Knoxville. I just think you need some time alone to clear your head and shake off all the negativity."He paused, his voice gentle. "The countryside is where you spent happy times with your mom. It's your sanctuary. Maybe being there will help you find peace again."Knoxville's smirk deepened, his eyes flashing with defiance. "That's running away, and I won't do that," he said dismissively.Henry sighed, his hand dropping from Knoxville's shoulder. "Fine, but know this: you can't keep bottling up your emotions. Sooner or later, it'll consume you."Knoxville's gaze harde
Henry walked into the sleek, modern lobby of the Scofield Company, his disguise transforming him into a stranger. He adjusted his suit, adopting a confident air.As he approached the reception desk, the receptionist looked up, her eyes locking onto his."How may I help you, sir?" she asked, her voice professional.Henry cleared his throat, deepening his voice. "I'm here for a business meeting with Mr. Matthew Scofield."The receptionist's fingers flew across her keyboard. "Are you Mr. Henry Smith?" she asked.Henry nodded, his expression serious.The receptionist smiled. "Welcome, Mr. Smith. Mr. Scofield is expecting you. Please, take a seat."She gestured to the plush waiting area.Henry sat, scanning the lobby's opulent decor.Within minutes, the receptionist's phone buzzed."Mr. Scofield will see you now," she announced.Henry stood, straightening his tie.As he followed the receptionist to Matthew Scofield's office, his mind raced with strategy.The door swung open, revealing Matt
Knoxville POVHenry walked into the office, removing his fake moustache, revealing his familiar smile. I couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation."How was it?" I asked immediately, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Was it a success?"Henry chuckled, confidence radiating from his demeanor. "Yes, 100 percent success. I managed to bring Matthew to our side. And we will be putting 25 percent into this project."I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and relief. "And what about Maxwell? How much did he invest?" I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly. "You know he can't beat us."Henry smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "He only has 15 percent shares, so you don't have to worry," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.As he spoke, his gaze met mine, and my heart skipped a beat. There was something about his triumphant smile that made my pulse quicken."Excellent work, Henry," I said, trying to sound composed. "You've outdone yourself this time."Henry gri
Knoxville pulled into the usual spot, the dimly lit parking lot shrouded in mystery. He instructed Henry to pack the car, his voice low and cautious.Henry complied, his brow furrowed. "Why has he invited you here again?" he asked, his tone laced with concern.Knoxville's eyes narrowed. "We'll find out. I'm here because he mentioned Electra," he replied, his voice measured.Henry's expression turned skeptical. "I'm sure he's just here to spite you and nothing more," he suggested, his voice tinged with protective instincts.Knoxville's jaw clenched. "I'll wait and see." His gaze scanned the surrounding area, senses on high alert.Just then, the distant hum of a car engine grew louder, and the horns pierced the night air. Knoxville's eyes locked onto the approaching vehicle.A sleek black sedan rolled into the parking lot, its tinted windows reflecting the faint moonlight. The driver's door swung open, and a tall, imposing figure emerged.:Knoxville's eyes locked onto the figure standi
Maxwell's fingers moved swiftly over the keypad of his phone as he dialed Helena's number. The phone rang only once before Helena's voice came on the line, clear and crisp. "Let's meet at my place immediately," Maxwell said, his tone urgent and commanding. He didn't give Helena a chance to respond, hanging up the call before she could utter a word.An hour passed quickly, and soon Helena was standing at Maxwell's doorstep, her expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. She was ushered into the living room, where Maxwell was pacing back and forth, his eyes fixed on the floor."Why have you called me here?" Helena asked, her voice firm but laced with a hint of apprehension. She took a seat on the couch, her eyes never leaving Maxwell's face.Maxwell stopped pacing and turned to face Helena, his eyes blazing with frustration. "I called because I am tired of our plans failing," he said, his voice low and menacing. "We've been at this for months, and yet we're no closer to achieving ou
Maxwell had exhausted all avenues, seeking out one lawyer after another, but the response was always the same: the case couldn't be reopened. Frustration etched on his face, he sat across from yet another lawyer, his eyes pleading for a glimmer of hope."Sir, did you mean nothing can be done?" Maxwell asked, his voice laced with desperation.The lawyer's expression was sympathetic, but his words were resolute. He nodded negatively, his head shaking slowly from side to side.Maxwell's eyes narrowed, skepticism written across his face. "I doubt it," he muttered, his voice low and even. "This case can't be reopened?"The lawyer's response was firm, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Maxwell. I think it's time to let it go."Maxwell's face darkened, anger simmering just below the surface. He rose from his seat, his movements abrupt, and made his way out of the lawyer's office, the weight of defeat settling heavy on his shoulders.Maxwell trudged towards his car, f
Knoxville lounged on his plush couch, eyes fixed on the TV as he flipped through channels in his spacious living room. The soft glow of the screen cast a warm light on his chiseled features. Suddenly, his phone rang out loud, shattering the tranquility.He checked the caller ID, his expression shifting from relaxation to curiosity. It was his father's personal assistant. Knoxville's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he wondered what could prompt the call.He clicked the answer button, placing the phone to his ear. "Hello, Knoxville," a deep, professional voice said.Knoxville sat up straight, eyes narrowing. "What's the issue? You don't just call without a reason," he asked, tone firm, face filled with curiosity."Did you know about the case involving your mother and her ex-husband?" the voice asked, its tone neutral but with a hint of underlying significance."Yes, the one I asked you about not quite long ago," Knoxville replied, his curiosity piqued."Yes," the voice confirmed. "What ab
The attorney plugged the flash drive into his work laptop and began to watch the footage, his eyes fixed intently on the screen. His expression remained neutral, a mask of professionalism that betrayed no emotion. Maxwell watched him, his own eyes narrowed in anticipation, as the attorney watched the video from start to finish.As the footage ended, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what do you think?" He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his eyes locked on the attorney's face.Gomez leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled together as he considered his response. "I think you would have had a pretty strong case years ago," he said finally, his voice measured and deliberate. "But unfortunately, not now." His words were like a dash of cold water, and Maxwell's face fell as he realized that the attorney was not as optimistic as he had hoped."What do you mean?" Maxwell asked, his voice laced with concern as he sat up straight, his eyes locked intently on the attorney. He d
The ride to Leo's place to retrieve the videos was surprisingly short, but what followed was an agonizingly long and intense viewing session. Maxwell's eyes were glued to the screen as he watched the incriminating footage, his mind racing with the endless possibilities. He couldn't believe the goldmine he had stumbled upon – this was the ammunition he needed to bring Knoxville down.As the last frames of the video flickered away, Maxwell's face twisted into a sly grin. He felt an overwhelming sense of triumph and vindication. This was it – the key to unlocking his revenge."Thanks, Uncle Leo," Maxwell said, standing up from the worn couch, his voice dripping with sincerity. "I'll be off now." He paused, his eyes locking onto Leo's, a hint of a threat lurking beneath the surface. "Let's keep this little transaction between us, shall we?""Alright, use this to your advantage," Leo cautioned, his voice laced with a mix of concern and encouragement. "Don't do anything stupid," he added, h
As Maxwell continued to fling everything in his path, Leo walked in, stopping him from breaking anything more. "Stop it," he said firmly, grabbing the lamp from Maxwell's hands and placing it on the stool. "Why are you acting like this? What the hell is going on?" he asked, trying to calm his nephew down.Maxwell's chest heaved with anger and frustration, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He seemed to be on the verge of exploding, his emotions simmering just below the surface. Leo's calm and authoritative tone seemed to be the only thing holding him back from unleashing his full fury.It seems you meant to say Maxwell instead of Mathew. Here's the revised paragraph:Maxwell was too angry to calm down, so he continued to pace the room, anger clouding his mind and his judgment. He couldn't think. All he felt was rage. Rage for his father, Knoxville, the lawyer, and the PA. The image of Knoxville smiling as the PA spoke ill of his character appeared in his mind, and he began to p
Maxwell's face turned a deep shade of red as he spluttered in outrage, his eyes bulging with indignation. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice rising to a near-shout. "My father would never say such things! This is all just a fabrication, a lie to keep me from my rightful place as chairman!"The PA and lawyer exchanged a sympathetic glance, their expressions softening as they gazed at Maxwell's distraught face. The PA spoke up, his voice gentle but firm. "Your father wishes for you to change your ways and become a better man, Maxwell. He wants you to learn from your mistakes and grow as a person. And if possible, he hopes you can learn to love and live in harmony with your brother."Maxwell's expression turned even more incredulous, his eyes wide with disdain. "Love and live in harmony with him?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. "You expect me to just forgive and forget everything he's done to me?"The lawyer stepped forward, his eyes locked on Maxwell's fac
Maxwell's eyes widened in outrage as he directed his question to his late father's PA, his voice trembling with indignation. "How can this be possible?" he demanded, his face reddening with anger.The PA, a man with a stern expression and a hint of a sympathetic gaze, looked at Maxwell and shrugged, as if he'd been waiting for the opportunity to speak. "Well," he began, his voice measured and calm, "when your father was alive, he was watching the both of you carefully, to see who was competent enough to carry his legacy."Maxwell's face fell, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt, as the PA continued. "And I'm not sure how to put this kindly, but you weren't the chosen one, unfortunately, Mr. Maxwell." The PA's words were like a slap in the face, and Maxwell's expression reflected the shock and pain he felt.The PA's expression turned somber, his voice taking on a serious tone. "According to your father, you proved to be easily bought and incompetent in many ways." The words hung in t
Knoxville POV I turned to face Maxwell, my eyes locked on his, as I delivered the scathing rebuke. "Your hands are dirty, Maxwell," I said, my voice firm and resolute. "That's the only reason you have the people's vote, not because you're competent to be the chairman." I paused, my gaze piercing through his facade. "They know you're an easy target, a puppet they can manipulate to do their bidding. That's all you really are to them, and that's why they'll support your attempt at a coup."Maxwell's face twisted in rage, his eyes bulging with indignation. But I wasn't finished yet. "You're right, I don't have the authority to return their shares," I continued, my voice unwavering. "But I've brought my father's PA, the acting CEO, to set the record straight." I turned to gesture to the acting CEO, who stood beside his lawyer, their faces stern and professional. "Let's hear from them, shall we?" I said, my eyes never leaving Maxwell's face, daring him to challenge me further.He cleared h