The atmosphere was quiet with anticipation as Mr. Alfred walked further into the room, and then he noticed Mr. Taylor who couldn’t hide his excitement and greeted, “Good evening, Mr. Alfred. Thank you for welcoming my family and I back into your home with such an invitation. We are humble.” With dull eyes Mr. Alfred ignored the old man and walked off, leaving his head slightly bowed and hands folded behind his back, and the wait of embarrassment from all the eyes on him and the mumbles had Mr. Taylor frozen where he stood. “Honey,” Mrs. Taylor laughed nervously, grabbing Mr. Taylor’s arm, but the old man yanked his hand back and stood up, smoothening his coat as he cleared his throat. Learning from Mr. Taylor's mistake, Jason and the rest of the Briggs kept their distance from Mr. Alfred as he headed to the front of the crowd and stood before them, watching their faces and then said with a bright smile that left everyone confused. “I want to introduce someone special to me. My onl
Everyone's attention was now focused on the grandfather and granddaughter, staring like they were watching a movie of some sort and waiting patiently for something to happen while a silent tension began to surround them. The sound of people whispering filled their ears while Mr. Taylor stared at Emma as he thought, ‘I am your grandfather. I have raised you for years, fed, and clothed you. You won't dare look down on me now that that boy is not by your side. You won't act like an ungrateful brat in front of all these people. It was that boy. Proof to me that he was the one influencing you.’ Looking him dead in the eyes, Emma scoffed, and Mr. Taylor just knew that he made the wrong move and underestimated the situation, but it was too late to back down now. “Emma, grandfather is happy for you… that you found your father.” Mr. Taylor spoke, ignoring everything that was going on around him to give the delusion that he wasn't embarrassed by the way Emma was looking at him, almost as if
As they walked outside towards the driveway where their car was waiting, Zane hesitated for a while with a heavy heart, and then he called out, "Hey, Yoko.""Yeah, boss?" He responded without turning to face Zane as he opened the back door for him.“Now that you and Belinda's relationship is getting serious, I was thinking... I want to retire you.” “Huh?” Furrowing at those words, Yoko looked up at Zane in confusion, stopping mid step and staring back at him. When he saw Yoko’s confused frown, he added, “I don't want to stand in the way of you taking your relationship further with her, and now that Wu is on my tail, things might become a bit hectic before it gets better, and-”“Boss, I am dating the queen of chaos. Do you think a life behind a picky white fence is what she wants? Her only goal is to join her father's gang which is wild. If you think you are causing my relationship harm, just know that I am dating a woman who threatened to carve my heart out and feed it to the dogs
After giving Tex a few minutes to compose himself, Zane said, “Let me be the one to worry about my safety. Now, tell us what the documents are.“ Even though Zane sounded calm, Tex could see from his expression that he was getting impatient, so he sat up straight and focused solely on Zane’s eyes.“There's this massive gap between wealthy businessmen and thugs. Their status makes society's views towards them very different. But most business people are just as corrupt as a thug. They need these guys to do their dirty works so that they can keep up the image of respectable businessmen and women. And that's where the middleman comes in...” Tex said with a pause, feeling slightly hesitant because he knew that once the rest of his words got out, there was no going back.“A middleman?” Zane asked.“Yes. Mr. Wu is a middleman. You see, the thugs' reputations are too filthy for the businessman to risk being seen with them, or some of them are concern about doing one-on-one negotiations with
When the name “My guy” flashed on Belinda's screen, she quickly sat up in bed, smiling like an idiot and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.“Buenos dias Hermosa.” Yoko smoothly said, causing her to grin even harder.“Ooho, someone Spanish is getting all snarky today,” Belinda laughed, curling her hair around her finger, and then said almost in a whisper, “I miss you.”“Zane and I are on our way back.” “Really!!”Not expecting her voice to be so squeaky, Belinda coughed into her fist to try and cover it, but Yoko’s laugh made her feel okay to be this excited about him because he, too, sounded just as excited to be with her.Pouting as though he was in the room with her, Belinda said, “Don’t laugh... It's your fault for not taking me along with you guys. Now, I am stuck at home, doing nothing. Dad banned me from going to the club-”“What did you do now?” Yoko asked with a faint laugh.“I may or may not have broken someone's nose.”“Bel, come on!” The way he called her name with such a
Clutching onto her bag handle, Belinda smiled widely when butler Manson stood at the door and asked, “You are?”“Belinda,” She answered brightly. “Oh, yes. Mr. Alfred and Emma are awaiting you in the living room.”“Mr. Alfred?” “Yes, come this way.” A sense of dread filled Belinda as she followed the butler down a long hallway, and when they reached the end of the corridor, the butler knocked on the large double doors and opened them, bowing respectfully before ushering her in.“Belinda!” Emma exclaimed in happiness as she stood up from the couch. It was relieving to see her excited to see her, and when she reached her, there was a bit of awkward tension as Emma went in for a hug. She didn't know why she did, but when Belinda hugged her back, she was glad that the weird feeling had died down.“Hey, Emma,” Belinda whispered as they pulled apart.“So, you are Yoko’s girlfriend.” Mr. Alfred said, watching the two from the black couch.Shocked by his statement, Belinda looked at Emma
The bunch of paperwork on Mr. Taylor's desk just kept piling up, and they were all from clients that had years of relationship with the company, suddenly pulling out of Vex co.When the door to his office opened, he thought it was his secretary and didn't look up as he lashed out, “Two weeks of her taking over that damn Blueprint co., and they are dropping like dead flies with no backbones!”“Flies do not have bones, though.” Jason's voice came from the door, and Mr. Taylor almost had a heart attack, clutching his jaws so tightly that his teeth hurt.The look he gave Jason when he raised his gaze made him fake a shiver as he glared at Mr. Taylor, saying, “Hoohoo, I got chills.”Then he dragged a chair out and sat down, looking the old man dead in his eyes, and said, “Ahh, how the tables have turned beautifully.”“Get out.” Mr. Taylor spat at him.“I have a business proposal for you.” “I want nothing!!... Nothing to do with you or your business proposal. Now, get out and stay out.” I
The six men rushed toward Zane, and when one swung a punch at him, he blocked it and countered with another hit of his own. The man backed up after a moment, rubbing his jaw, and then charged forward again, trying to tackle Zane. Grabbing his fist, Zane twisted until he heard a satisfying crack, and he smiled when the guard crumpled to the floor and kicked him in his head. Turning to face the second man, Zane punched his chest so that the air escaped him in an audible “Puff!” Before punching him square in the nose, breaking it instantly, with another punch in his left thigh, the man collapsed in pain. The third man came charging at him with fury in his eyes and swinging his right fist, but Zane blocked it quickly. Then he used his elbow to knock him back with an uppercut to the chin. And before the other could regain his balance, Zane drove his knee into the man’s stomach as his hands moved behind his back to wrap around his neck, lifting him off the ground and slamming him onto
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~~~~~*Two years later*~~~~~The sun casts a warm glow through the large windows of Zane's office, creating a serene and inviting ambiance. For a while, Yoko sat nervously on the plush leather couch, his fingers fidgeting with the delicate box hidden in his pocket. Then he stole a glance at Zane, who was engrossed in a stack of paperwork on his desk. Summoning his courage, Yoko cleared his throat, capturing Zane's attention. Zane looked up, his eyes filled with curiosity. Yoko could feel his heartbeat quicken as he slowly withdrew the box from his pocket, holding it delicately in his trembling hands. His palms were clammy.As the pen dropped from his grip, Zane's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he observed Yoko's gesture. Then he teased, leaning back in his chair, his words dripped with playful sarcasm, the glint in his eyes betraying his amusement, "Well, well, Yoko... I knew you were a charmer, but I already have a stunning wife." Chuckling, Yoko narrowed his eyes, and he
A sense of shock washed over Zane like an icy wave as he stood frozen, unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before him. His eyes widened, fixed on the figure of Jason, whom he had believed to be dead. The turmoil within him intensified as Jason and Deborah stopped just a couple of feet away.Then Jason's eyes bore into Zane's soul, a mix of anger, anguish, and madness swirling within them. Without warning, he tossed a gun towards Zane, the metallic object spinning through the air before landing with a thud at Zane's feet. "Take it!" Jason spat. "It's yours, Zane! Your thirst for revenge has ruined all our lives! So go ahead, pick up the gun, and satisfy your anger! End her!"Looking away from the gun and at his uncle, Zane's mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest. Confusion clouded his thoughts, and he found himself unable to form a coherent response, and he just stared blankly at Jason.Frustration and desperation radiated from Jason, his face contorted with rage. "Kill th
After shutting the door, Zane's footsteps echoed through the grand hallway of the mansion. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, thoughts crashing into each other with relentless force. All he could focus on was the heaviness in his chest, the weight of the day's events bearing down upon him.As he made his way further into the mansion, Zane's eyes darted around, avoiding the gazes of the staff who lined the corridors, silently going about their duties. Both Emma and Damon were sitting in the living room, and when she saw Zane, walking through the doorway, she woke from her seat and rushed to him.His grip tightened around her waist as he pressed a kiss to her lips, letting it linger there for several seconds before pulling back slightly. "Are you okay?" Emma asked, concerned.With a forced smile, he nodded and said, "Yes. I'm fine." The way Zane refused to meet her eyes caught Damon's attention, and he watched his son carefully, trying to figure out what was going on in his boy's
The sun crept over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow through the curtains of the small bedroom, and Emma stirred in her sleep, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly awoke. Rolling onto her side, she found Zane lying next to her. His eyes were open, but they were distant, lost in thoughts that refused to let him be."Zane," she whispered, her voice still heavy with sleep. She reached out and brushed her fingers across his cheek, gently coaxing him to turn his gaze toward her.With a weak smile, he turned to face her, his eyes filled with shadows, and she traced the lines on Zane's face with her fingers, trying to read his emotions. "You are hurting because of his death, aren't you?" she asked softly.Shutting his eyes, Zane let out a deep sigh, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his emotions. "I don't know, Emma," he replied, his voice barely a whisper. "Leon and I were never close, never got along. But now, knowing he's gone, there's this void that I can't exp
With a look of madness in her eyes, satisfied that she had gotten her wish and murdered Zane, Deborah suddenly turned the gun on both men.Before they could react, she fired several shots, and they died as the bullets pierced their chests, each of them falling lifeless to the ground.Looking up at Zane, lying motionless, Deborah chuckled to herself, and then she quickly walked over to him."I hope you and your mother rot in hell." She whispered, reaching for the bag and yanked it off his head.Immediately, her hand started trembling as tears welled up in her eyes, and she picked him off the ground, resting his head on her lap, and whispered, "My beautiful baby boy...!! My child! Leon, please open your eyes! Leon, Mommy is sorry, open your eyes, please. I beg you ..." Her voice cracked as tears rolled down her cheeks."No! no, no, no!... No, Leon! Please! I need you! I love you! Wake up! Open your eyes!" She screamed hysterically, hugging Leon tight as tears streamed down her cheeks u
The hospital room was filled with silent tension as Belinda and Emma cautiously entered. Their eyes immediately fell upon Zane, who was sitting by the bed, his head resting on the mattress. Yoko, who had been keeping a watchful eye on him, glanced up at the sound of their arrival. Placing his hand to his lip, he whispered, "Shh-shh... Since we got to the hospital yesterday, he just fell asleep." But just as the words left Yoko's lips, Zane's eyes fluttered open, and he sat up, his gaze fixated on the two ladies standing before him. There was a mixture of relief and weariness in his eyes, and a faint smile crossed his lips. Unable to contain her emotions, Emma stepped forward and enveloped Zane in a tight hug, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her voice, barely a whisper, trembled with concern, "How are you hanging in?" As his weary gaze met Emma's, Zane managed a small smile. "I am just glad that this idiot is fine," he replied, his voice laced with a touch of humor, but his e
At the count of eight, the tension in the atmosphere reached its peak. Each second seemed to stretch out endlessly, as Leon sat behind the wheel, his finger itching to pull the trigger. "9!" Zane shouted, raising his hand to signal his men. "And..."But as the count reached "10!" Leon's pent-up rage exploded. In a split second, he burst out of the car, his hand gripping the gun tightly. He aimed directly at Zane's head, his eyes wild with a murderous intent.Time seemed to slow down as Yoko reacted instinctively. He leaped in front of Zane, covering his boss with his own body. The bullet tore through the air, finding its way into Yoko's arm, tearing to his skin and blood oozed out.Pain seared through Yoko's body, but he barely registered it. His sole focus was protecting Zane, even at the cost of his own life. He gritted his teeth, feeling the impact of the bullet as he absorbed the blow.In that instant, the atmosphere erupted with chaos. The crack of the gun reverberated through t
In the midst of the tense silence, Zane sat at the head of a long mahogany table, his gaze steady as he surveyed the board members of NewEra as everyone waited for him to speak.Taking a deep breath, Zane began, his voice strong and his eyes bored into them one after the other, "Ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you today to address the mistakes of my past and to offer my unwavering dedication to the revival of NewEra. I know that I have gone against this company countless times, but from this day forward, I promise to use my knowledge and skills to help rebuild what was once the lifeblood of this organization."His words hung in the silence, and Zane's gaze swept across the room, meeting the eyes of each board member, their expression still that of fear."I owe this to my late mother," Zane continued. "Her life was taken so this place can get built, and it is my duty, as her son, to honor her legacy and ensure that NewEra rises from the ashes."A hushed silence filled the room as