Chapter 58

NADIA'S POV

The children's park was lively, filled with the cheerful screams of kids on swings and the occasional bark of a dog chasing after a ball.

I wasn’t here to enjoy the sunshine or the vibrant energy around me. My mission was clear, and I had no time to waste.

Walking toward the seats near the fountain, I spotted Alisha waiting, sunglasses perched on her head and her posture as casual as ever.

As I approached, her gaze turned toward me, and a knowing smirk crept across her face.

"Well, well," Alisha said as I took a seat beside her. "Nadia Slate, in a park of all places. What’s the mission this time around?"

I pulled a photo from my bag, sliding it across the table between us. The wind tugged at the edges of the picture before it settled face-up.

"Take a look," I said simply, leaning back in my chair.

Alisha picked up the photo, her eyes narrowing as she studied the man captured in it. Her expression shifted in an instant…her jaw dropped, and she let out a sharp gasp.

"Is this...?" Her voice trailed off before she leaned in, almost as if whispering to herself. "No way. This is Richard Garrison. The Richard Garrison?"

Yes…every common girl or ladies will want to be in position to bring down almighty Richard Garrison down because it will be an honor.

I smiled thinly, nodding. "The one and only. And guess what? He’s our target."

Alisha’s eyebrows shot up as she sat back, staring at me with disbelief. "Richard Garrison? The billionaire entrepreneur, media darling, and everybody’s golden boy? You want me to go after him?"

I could see the surprise in her eyes as she was so fucking happy to do the job willingly without getting payed from me as it is a pleasure.

"Not just ‘go after him,’" I corrected, my tone sharp. "I need you to seduce him. Make him fall for you. Completely. He has to trust you, Alisha."

I knew one special behavior about Richard is trust. Once Alisha can get enough trust from Richard then the mission here will be so easy to handle.

Just if only Alisha could play her game well and all my plans will fall into place without much stress.

Her surprise melted into excitement, and her lips curled into a wicked grin.

"Oh, I see where this is going. And I must say, I’d be more than pleased to make Richard Garrison one of my prey."

She laughed lightly, brushing her hair off her shoulder. "This is bold, Nadia. I like it."

I raised a hand, silencing her amusement. "Don’t get too comfortable. This is the first time you’re being assigned something this delicate. There is no room for error, Alisha. None."

Her playful demeanor faded, and she leaned forward, her voice steady. "You don’t need to worry about me, Nadia. I’ve handled all kinds of missions for you. This won’t be any different."

"Won’t be different?" I asked, my voice cold. "This is Richard Garrison we’re talking about. He isn’t like your previous conquests. One slip-up, and the media will be all over it. I can’t have you messing this up."

Alisha waved a hand dismissively. "Relax. I’ll do what needs to be done. Tell me how you want this to play out."

I pulled another sheet from my bag…a carefully drawn blueprint of my plan. Spreading it on the table, I tapped a specific point.

"You’re going to meet him in what seems like an ‘accidental’ situation," I explained. "A car accident, to be exact. Everything will be staged perfectly. Your vehicle will lightly rear-end his on the corner of 5th Avenue and West Street."

Alisha tilted her head, studying the diagram with interest. "An accident, huh? And he won’t suspect anything?"

"Not if you do your part right," I replied firmly. "You’ll play the innocent woman caught up in an unfortunate mishap. He’s chivalrous. He’ll stop to help, exchange details, maybe even try to reassure you. That’s your opening, Alisha."

Her grin widened as she nodded. "I like it. A damsel in distress. Classic. And after that?"

"After that," I continued, "you’ll work on gaining his trust. Slowly, but surely. The goal is to make him think you’re someone he can depend on. Someone who understands him."

"And then?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"And then," I said, my voice low and deliberate, "we destroy him. We ruin his public image, his career, partnership and any fucking good thing about him.

Make him look like a liar to the media. By the time we’re done, his reputation will be in shambles, and we’ll have everything we need from him."

Alisha let out a soft whistle, leaning back in her chair. "You really don’t like him, do you?"

" It’s not about liking or disliking, I want a situation where by when Tammie, his friends and family start to accuse him, he will have no where or somebody to run to except for me. " I snapped.

"It’s about strategy. Richard Garrison is an obstacle, and obstacles need to be removed. You understand that, don’t you?"

I lied as I didn't want to tell her that I never wanted Richard to have his peace of mind with Tammie. When it comes to love…I don't know if I love Richard or I just wanted him for his wealth and familiarity to the media.

She nodded solemnly. "I do. And don’t worry…I won’t mess this up, Nadia."

I studied her for a moment, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. She seemed confident, but confidence alone wasn’t enough. This mission required precision and subtlety, qualities that Alisha sometimes lacked.

"Good," I said finally, standing up and gathering the papers. "You’ll hear from me tomorrow with the exact time and location for the accident. Be ready."

I had my plan already mapped out and no one…I mean no one will expect this to happen.

Alisha rose as well, adjusting her sunglasses and tossing her hair over her shoulder.