Chapter 37

Alex POV:

As I sat in my dimly lit hotel room, the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the air, I pondered how Jenny got my number. Annie must have given it to her. Only she could do it. I shrugged, my shoulders barely rising off the plush couch. Our conversation was...mildly entertaining, but I wouldn't let it cloud my judgment. I texted her a curt good night and refocused on my tasks.

Tomorrow, I would head to the underground cave to meet Lewis. The thought of it didn't stir any emotions within me. It was just another task to complete. Having enemies around was...inconvenient. They wanted me dead, but I wouldn't let that happen. I had eliminated one of my enemies, and the rest would follow. Some were hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike, but I would find them.

I stood up, my movements fluid, and walked to the window. The city lights twinkled below, a vast expanse of possibilities. I often wondered when I would finally live a peaceful life, free from trouble, but it seemed impossible. I was a magnet for chaos.

"Lewis, what should I do with you?" I mused, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't conceal him forever. It was time to let him go.

I dialed Leo's number, my tone detached. "What of the boy?"

"He's fine," Leo replied. "His home teacher says he's exceptional, with a high level of thinking."

"It's to be expected," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. "It runs in the Martin's blood."

"Leo, I'm coming to the underground cave tomorrow. Prepare."

"Okay, boss."

"Have you released the four men?" I asked, my tone unyielding.

"Yes, I let them go this morning," Leo replied.

"Good," I said, ending the call with a sense of finality.

Jenny POV:

I stared at my phone, my mind racing with regret. I couldn't believe I texted him. "Jenny, have you forgotten what Dad and Granny taught you?" I scolded myself. "Never go back on your word, and yet, here I am, doing just that." I should block him, but my hand hesitated, unable to move. I couldn't do it. This time, I was going back on my word.

Just then, my phone rang, shrill in the silence. I answered, trying to sound calm. "Hello?"

"It's me, Tasha. I have some juicy gossip for you," my friend said, her voice bubbling with excitement.

"Tell me," I said, my curiosity piqued.

"You know those four fools who harass girls in the neighborhood?" Tasha asked, her tone dripping with disdain.

"Yes," I replied, my eyes narrowing as I remembered their cruel antics.

Tasha burst into laughter, the sound infectious. "They have no fingers now, and they look so ugly!" She giggled, her mirth echoing through the phone.

I was confused, but then I started laughing too, quietly at first, before my giggles became uncontrollable. I grabbed a pillow to stifle my laughter, holding it tightly over my mouth.

Tasha and I talked for a while, reveling in the misfortune of our tormentors. "Someone must have dealt with them," Tasha said, her voice still laced with amusement. "They deserve it."

As we said our goodbyes and ended the call, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I closed my eyes, a contented smile still on my face, and let sleep take over.

Alex POV:

The next morning, I emerged from my hotel room, impeccably dressed in a tailored blue Kiton K50 suit, the fabric feeling luxurious against my skin. My passion diamond shoes gleamed in the soft light, their subtle sparkle a testament to their exceptional craftsmanship. I felt confident and poised, ready to tackle the day ahead.

As I stepped out of the hotel, the warm sunshine enveloped me, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets.

I slipped into the sleek Rolls-Royce, its leather interior soft and supple beneath me. The door closed with a gentle thud, enveloping me in a cocoon of luxury.

With a quiet hum, the car glided away from the curb, its smooth acceleration a testament to its exceptional engineering. I settled back, feeling the soft cushioning cradle my body, and gazed out the window as the cityscape unfolded before me.

The gentle purr of the engine and the soft rustle of the wind outside created a soothing melody, calming my mind as I prepared for the day's events.

As we drove, the scenery shifted from towering skyscrapers to elegant boutiques, each one a testament to the city's refined taste. I felt a sense of pride and ownership, knowing that my influence extended far beyond the confines of my business empire. The Rolls-Royce glided to a stop, and I stepped out, ready to face whatever lay ahead.