The house owner's eyes turned when he heard the voice on the phone, his body trembled and he collapsed onto the ground.Ivy was surprised. She glanced at him with suspicion. The house owner quickly sprang up and dusted his body. "Hey! Hey!! Stop... Stop that," He stuttered, running inside Ivy's apartment and holding the hooligans' hands. The hooligans dropped the mirror they carried and threw him questioning looks. "Don't ask me questions. I don't want to chase her out again," He awkwardly explained. "Ah! But .....," "No buts! She isn't someone who can afford to be on her wrong side. Let's leave now," He whispered in a low tone. The hooligans nodded in understanding and scurried out. The house owner walked out, embarrassed and abashed, he hit his arms shamefully. He released an awkward chuckle, "I am so sorry, Miss Ivy. It's my mistake for coming here to threaten you. Please stay here forever. I will be glad to be your house owner till eternity,"Saying this, he ran off w

"New York"Helen walked into Dillon's house and met him playing games on his phone. To her, it was surprising because the business lord is always busy with work and doesn't have time to play games.Ever since she arrived from the business trip with Ezekiel, she has been swamped with work and hasn't created time to see her boss. Though, it felt strange that he hadn't put a call across knowing she was already in New York. "Good morning, boss," She greeted, lowering her head respectfully. Dillon halted what he was doing, raised his head, and stared at Helen for some minutes before he suddenly grinned happily. "Good morning, Helen," He answered in a childish tone.Helen's eyebrows twitched but she quickly regained her usual stoic expression. She presumed she heard wrong. "I am so sorry I haven't been at work lately. I was caught up with something ....," Before she could end her statement, Dillon simply replied, "Okay," and he continued what he was doing, smiling sheepishly at the p

Ivy's sobs increased when Godwin pulled her into a hug. Without uttering a word, he rubbed her back in a gentle manner, trying to make her calm. "I don't deserve everything Dillon did. Even if he's sick, he was supposed to remember me and not those two witches. What did I do to deserve all these?" She lamented amidst tears and Godwin hummed, acknowledging her statement. An hour later, Ivy drifted off to sleep while hugging him and he gently picked her up in a bridal style and took her to her bedroom. He placed her on the bed and covered her body with a quilt. Thereafter, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead before stepping out of the room.As soon as he stepped out of her apartment, he rushed into Evelyn's apartment. Evelyn and Ryan weren't expecting him so they were astonished to see him. "A....," Godwin threw a knife at Evelyn suddenly, making her statement hang abruptly. She shut her eyes and expectantly waited for the knife to pierce into her skin. However, the knife passed

MJ stood over Daniel as he grunted on the floor, but all his thoughts were consumed by the safety of Kayla, who was helplessly tied to a chair, forced to witness the horrifying occurrence. With a calculated move, MJ placed one of his legs on Daniel's body, exerting dominance. He gestured to his men, raising his hand, and one of them brought forth an iron rod.The atmosphere in the warehouse was thick with tension as MJ took hold of the rod, his gaze fixed on Daniel, who lay defenseless beneath him. The sound of metal scraping against the concrete floor echoed through the vast space, intertwining with Kayla's terrified screams. MJ's eyes locked with Kayla's, a sinister smile playing on his lips as he approached her with an air of superiority. With a harsh grip on her cheek, he held her face captive, forcing her to meet his gaze. His voice dripped with menace as he taunted her."Baby girl, it seems you don't know who I really am. Mind if I give you a history lesson?" MJ's words were lac

MJ's eyes were almost removed from the socket when he saw Dillon. He was dressed casually and looked pale. "Boss!?" He called, more like a question. Dillon patted his shoulders twice and smiled. "Welcome back to New York, Johnson. I have been anticipating this day. I knew this day would come," Dillon happily let out. "Boss!" MJ called again, speechless. He was finding no right words. "Thank God you didn't kill my friend. It would have been a different story," Dillon continued, ignoring the puzzled look on his face.MJ only nodded. Just when he was about to say something. Dillon walked to the door. "I can't stay long here. My wife will be angry. Let's meet later," Saying this, he left the room.He was already gone when MJ regained his senses and by the time he could chase after him, he couldn't find him. Dillon left without any traces. MJ went back to his room frustrated. He pushed the wall and yelled.He has been looking for his favorite boss since he came back to New Y