Chapter
Harrison’s Master Stroke
I was pinned to the floor by two burly bodyguards at Nightshade Bar. His hand was crushed under the sharp heel at a sleek black leather shoe
His agonized screams echoed through the empty room.
Sitting on a leather stool, Harrison exuded an effortless authority. His light blue striped shirt and navy waistcoat accentuated his broad, imposing frame. He exuded a refined yet commanding presence.
He leaned forward slightly, his arms resting loosely on his knees. Holding a lit cigar between his fingers, he took a slow drag before exhaling a swirl of smoke into the dimly lit air. Yet no amount of hare could conceal the chilling air emanating from him.
Jeremy’s handl throbbed with pain. His voice trembled, thick with desperation.
“Mr. Spencer. I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! Hease space me.
i pleas, however, did nothing to soften Harrison’s expression. Through the drifting smoke, his features remained cold and unyielding, his gare devoid of warmth.
“I despise people who court what’s mine. His voice was low, yet every word cut like a blade.
Jeremy shuddered violently “Mr. Spencer, I didn’t know Ms. Linden was yours! If I had
“So, if she weren’t, you would we had your way with her? Hamson’s icy stare sent a fresh wewe of terror coursing through Jeremy.
Hefrantically shook his head, sweat beading on his forehead. “No! No! That’s not what I meant!”
“Thear you enjoy drugging women,” Harrison mused, larily tapping the ash from his cigar. “Ever tried the taste of your own medicine?”
“Mr. Spencer
Before Jeremy could react, ahand clamped down on his jaw, toring his mouth open. A whole bottle of the very drug he had used on others was poured straight down his throat. He thrashed, choking and struggling, but resistance was futile.
*You may preying on women?
Harrison lifted his shoe from Jerry’s hand. Then, without hurry, he pressed the smoldering tip of his cigar against the back of it. The buming ember seared into flesh, leaving a deep, scorched imprint
“Enjoy yourself in hell, then.” His voice was calm, almost indifferent, yet it carried a chilling finality.
A bloodcurdling scream filled the air.
Unfazed, Harrison rose to his feet and casually dusted off his sleeve as if shaking away invisible specks of dust.
“Can this up,” he ordered
Pierce nodded in understanding.
The following day, a pier of breaking news was broadcast.
“Early this morning, the vice president of Chandler Group, Jeremy Hood, was found dead in a hotel room. Preliminary reports suggest an overdose, though authorities are still Investigating.”
I surprise flickered across her face, but it quickly faded.
Seema was descending the stairs when she caught the news. A look at mild surprise flicke
This was undoubtedly Harrison’s doing
Good Scum like Jeremy deserved to die.
She went to the dining table, greeted Charles and the others, and then quietly took her usual seat at the end. No one acknowledged her presence, Helena suddenly gasped in disbeliet. “Jeremy is dead? How?”
Charles frowned deeply, his expression dark. “With him gone, the Southport project will have a new person in charge. This could complicate things.”
“This doesn’t make sense! How could he just like that she fretted. “Charles, do you think the project will still go to Linden Group?”
He didn’t answer, focusing instead on his breakfast. Seeing him remain silent, Helena, with her impatient nature, could no longer sin still “Ciarles, say something! she demanded.
Halat do you want me to say he replied irritably. “We won’t know anything until I get to the office”
Sining nearby, Naomi smirked mockingly. Her voice dripped with sarcasm “Mom, Dad, no need to worry. Isn’t Serena handling this project? She’s got plenty of “skills.” I’m sure she’ll get indone
Helena’s eyes flickered as the cast a sidelong glance at Serena, her words as sharp and biting as ever. “Well, you do have a special talent for seducing men.”
“Exactly,” Naomi chimed in with feigned innocence “Just last night, I saw a luxuryear drop her oft I wonder which rich hele she has hooked up with this time?”
Archis, Helancolied. “I was wondering why she came back covered in hickeys. Turns our she was out whoring around.”
She continued, “Honestly, what was the point of acting all it with Mr. Hood? If you had just in, we would’ve secured the project before he died”
Throughout their sneers and taunts, Serena remained composed with a faint smile on her lips. She offered no retort.
Irritated, Charles finally snapped, “Enough shut your mouths “
Bath Helena and Naomi fell silent Instantly.
He turned to Serena, his one more serious than before. “If you can secure the project’s agreement, uphold my end of our deal.” Her mile drepened slightly. “Wiright”
