Chapter 1: Meek and Timid
The two-story luxury yacht is the setting for an extravagant celebration at sea. The brilliant lights inside illuminate the pitch-black night, and the blaring music on the dance floor shatters the night's calm. Everyone seemed to be drunk and having a good time. Attractive women compete with their sensual dance moves for the attention of wealthy "alpha males."
A highly armed soldier stands sentry in the VIP section's back corner. A man and a woman are making out passionately, with the lady's moan competing with the blaring music, her legs up on the man's shoulder as he pumps it to her, and the man's sweat flowing down her chest despite the cool night. There will be no romantic chitchat or foreplay; she is there solely to serve his needs.
The man finishes his act and immediately stands up, pushing the woman to the ground. He dons a pair of jeans, fastens the zippers, and grabs a bottle from the coffee table. He tossed the bottles to one of the hefty men standing and ordered, "Make her take this."
The big guy grabs the bottle and nods, "Yes, Master James." After being tortured by the beast, the woman is still lying on the floor, unable to get to her feet. The man completely ignores her. He fled when he realized that one of the featured evenings would include a guest singer.
"Foxy, let me introduce you to the ladies and gentlemen!"
When the party host spoke up, everyone let out a collective yell of delight. A heavy corset top and a pleated skirt barely covered Foxy's round, firm butt and beautiful net stockings as she stood on stage. Her lovely breasts gave off enough cleavage for most men to hold their pants upon first seeing her. Women are envious of her curves, and she has a stunning red bob with bangs and cat eyes. She began singing Marina and the Diamonds' "Baby," swinging her body to the rhythm of the guitar strings, and dancing with each and every man there. Foxy dances her way over to Master James, who is, to put it mildly, quite handsome.
Foxy danced her way, arms around his neck as she moved to the rhythm of the music. James' face jerked for a few seconds, but the prickling feelings in his neck disappeared just as quickly, and the two continued dancing as if nothing had happened. When their eyes met, the woman who had been with James earlier stood at the corner with a contorted expression; her worried looks had been replaced with wrath. Foxy continues to tease James with her seductions, knowing full well that his erection is there the whole time.
She looked at the irate person in the corner and grinned smugly. Willa finally went to the dance floor and raised her hand as high as she could to slap Foxy.
PAAAKKKKKKKKK!!!! .
The party goes silent as the music abruptly stops and everyone looks around in shock. Foxy collapsed to the floor, shaking, tears streaming down her cheek as all eyes turned to the three figures. Foxy has a reputation for being a coward since she always hides her face and keeps her head low. Most ladies would want to take Willa to court for her antics.
"Enough!!" James stroked her face, clearly frustrated with the situation. He waved his hands to tell his men to remove the women. Foxy sprang up and escaped before her bodyguards could take her arm, sobbing in embarrassment and hiding a smirk for which only she knew the reason. Willa rolled her eyes and crossed her arms; she knew she would win. She owns James completely.
"Take her to my room," James muttered as he marched back down the corridor. The guests are speaking in low voices. No woman dares approach James since they know how possessive Willa can be as his mistress. They can support their lavish lifestyle by seducing any number of wealthy guys. Foxy continued running till she reached the boat's hull. If Guess decides to call it a night early, they can easily hop on the tiny boat that brought them. This results in Foxy hopping aboard one of the boats and disappearing into the night.
Twenty-four hours later, every major news organization is reeling from the devastating news they just got, and every reporter is vying for a prime position at the press conference to get the scoop.
CEO James Walter was found dead.
Walter Holdings' investors and stockholders rushed to stifle the news for fear of a drop in the company's share price. Orchid City was in shambles as Walter Holdings backed out of every investment deal. A man in his mid-70s is being escorted to the stage by four men in black for a news conference conducted by the company's primary shareholder. His eyes are swollen, and the deep lines in his face reveal his solemn expression. He sat down in the center of the long table and reached for the microphone on the surface.
Walter, the old master, blinked his eyes shut and inhaled deeply. He coughed to get his thoughts straight.
"My grandson, the sole heir of Walter Holdings, was discovered dead in his own yacht at 5 o'clock this morning."
He got to his feet before the reporter could rush him with additional questions, and the bodyguards guided and shielded him as they led him away. The realization that James is the only Walter heir left clearly shows on his face. The Walters' legacy has officially begun its collapse today.
Meanwhile, in a prison cell below ground There is a piercing cry for rescue from a woman.
"Please help me!" Her veins pop out on her temple as she screams and begs, and the stink of urine mixed with new blood only adds to the gruesomeness of the scene. Her long, delicate fingers were twisted.
"Please show mercy! "Certainly not me!" "Please don't blame me for James' death."
Her voice cracked with anguish, and she moaned a few times. Death is preferable to the misery and torment she has endured, and the suffering she is in is beyond description. The guys outside stood motionless, oblivious to the woman's pleading. Willa jerked her wrist painfully, rattling the heavy chains while crying. Her cries for compassion are for naught, as she was present in the room where James' body was discovered.
A few days later, a funeral service for James was held. According to the results of the autopsy, he died of asphyxiation about an hour before he was found. No one entered or left the room, leaving just Willa there. Many notable relatives traveled to attend the funeral. The sight of old master Walter Haggard brought tears to everyone's eyes; he appeared to have aged overnight. However, the heavy rain hid his tears, and eventually everyone else left the cemetery up on the hill, leaving Conrad Walter alone by himself. The man is now abandoned by his son and grandsons. He had the last laugh; things didn't turn out that way. It is his responsibility to leave them behind first. Why does God have to be so mean to him? Is this how he plans to make amends for his wrongdoing? His arm shakes wildly at the shoulder.
Conrad Walter is protected from the rain by a towering man who holds an umbrella over him. He raises his head and sees the man he knows best—the one who grew up with his first grandchild, Jonathan. He flashed the man a quiet smile and nodded weakly in his direction.
"Grandpa Walter, let's go home," he murmured, lifting Conrad up from the ground by holding his shoulder with one hand. While the two figures waited to enter the black limousine that had been waiting for them at the roadside, the priest was able to give the order to empty the cemetery.
A man in the Hibiscus City penthouse is utterly absorbed in his computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard at a rate that is impossible to keep up with. His eyewear was now blue from the screen's illumination. He took a moment to guzzle from a giant cup of soda before punching in a string of numbers. After 30 minutes, he jumped to his feet, heaved a breath of relief, and stretched and wiggled his waist before walking over to the door and opening it.
The woman at the table, cleaning her weapons, caught his attention. The thing that really gets to him about her is her cat eyes. Her left eye is blue and her right eye is green due to the condition known as heterochromia. When she heard him leave the room, she looked up. While she finished up and packed up her equipment, the man sat down opposite her.
"So?"
He can't stop tapping his finger on the desk. She said, "It's done; that will be the last one for this year," before leaving with three suitcases holding passports, cash, and other documents.
"Meet here in six months," she remarked as she packed her things. He held back laughter as he teased her,
"Wait! When can I see more of Foxy?" The other man, who had been observing them the whole time, kept his grin on his face. Everyone knows how much she despises that persona.
She responded through her teeth,
"You know Steve... I will show you Foxy after I kill you."
She walked up to the man while pulling the knife out of her boots. When Steve saw his boss in such a nasty temper, he nearly fell to the floor.
"Boss!" "Boss!" "Chill down; I'm just joking," he added, trying to smile through his extreme anxiety. Popeye, who had been sitting on the couch, let out a guffaw and clutched his stomach. Helena joined in on the hilarity when she saw how terrified new team member Steve was of her.
"Boss, I can't believe he fell for that." Popeye wiped tears from his eyes but couldn't control his laughter. Steve regarded them with contempt; he'd been duped again, and by now he ought to have known better.
"Boss," he asked, "are you going to take us to the HQ?" A new topic was introduced by Popeye.
"The two of you don't need to deal with them, and Lorenzo doesn't need to meet my staff because I'm leaving." You should "lay low," she instructed, indicating with her index fingers.
"I'm going.. see you guys in 6 months," she remarked as she locked the penthouse door and headed for the garage. To paraphrase, "Boss is so cool, I can't believe she can make the death look like it had natural causes."
The way Steve talks, you'd think he was born to spread rumors. His expression of awe for Helena was priceless. Popeye got up from the table and walked to his duffel bag, saying, "Enough, we've got to go." After that, they each went their separate ways, leaving the penthouse for hiding places of their own choosing for a period of six months. Helena got a flip phone out of the trunk and called someone from the automobile. The man on the other end of the telephone said, "Hello, is anyone speaking?"
The guy keeps going on and on. Helena beamed when she heard the voice again; it had been some time since she'd heard this ethereal sound.
A sweet voice asked, "Who is that, honey?"
As soon as she recognized a female voice on the other end of the line, she clutched the phone even more tightly and abruptly ended the call. She totally disregarded that. The guy has already moved on. She should treat him better because he deserves it, despite the fact that their worlds couldn't be more dissimilar. She got in her car and headed out along the highway. Helena pressed the window button and threw the phone out just as the oncoming car passed; it went crashing down under the wheel. She pairs her phone with the car's Bluetooth and immediately gets a call, since her phone is heavily encrypted. She said, "Hmm..I'm on my way."
hung up using the steering-wheel-mounted button, she turned a sharp right as the traffic light turned green, and she drove off toward the destination she feared the most. The Headquarters.
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