His Deadly Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The sleek black car came to a sudden halt in front of a magnificent gate, its intricate craftsmanship a testament to the opulence that lay beyond. This was the mansion of James, yet another titan of the business world who, like Francisco, concealed a hidden identity. Behind his public façade, James was an underworld mafia figure, expertly shielding his criminal persona behind the veil of his legitimate enterprises. As the car pulled up, the tension inside the vehicle was palpable. The mansion's guards, dressed in sharp suits and vigilant as ever, immediately noticed the intruder. Bruce was thrown out of the moving car. Their eyes narrowed in suspicion as they realized a disheveled and injured man was sprawled at the gate. Before they could spring into action, the car abruptly accelerated, leaving Bruce behind in its dust. One of them shouted, "Mr. Bruce!" The guards approached, their concerns mounting as they noticed the visible signs of physical trauma etched across Bruce's body.

In the dimly lit bedroom, the air was heavy with the acrid scent of cocaine as James and two girls indulged in their vices. The illicit drug coursed through their veins, creating a momentary illusion of ecstasy. As James snorted a line of cocaine, he closed his eyes, lost in the euphoria of the moment. For a fleeting instant, it felt as if he had ascended to heaven. The room was designed for indulgence, with a carefully curated atmosphere. Soft, soothing music played in the background, and the dim lighting created an ambiance of decadence. The girls, with their own eyes half-lidded and bodies swaying, were captivated by the hedonistic escape. But the illusion was shattered abruptly by an insistent knock on the door. James' eyes snapped open, and his expression transformed from one of bliss to one of irritation. The grating voice that accompanied his narrowed eyes cut through the intoxicating haze that had enveloped the room. "What?" James asked with a sharp edge to his voice. He gla

Max was about to say, "But, Francisco..."But Francisco halted him with a stern look and said, "Max, it has to be done now." The tension in the room was palpable, and all the other members were anxiously watching the exchange.Then he looked at the other members, everyone quickly shook their heads in agreement. Liam spoke up, "Yes, Mr. Hilton is right. We are capable of doing it." He, too, shared Francisco's urgency.Francisco, their team leader, rose and spoke with a sense of determination, "Max, we need to go in order to inspect the chemical factory."Max, understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded before standing. They were on the brink of a crucial mission, and they couldn't afford any delay.But suddenly, the room was disrupted by a girl's voice, a voice that did not belong to anyone from their team."May I come in, sir?"The unexpected interruption startled everyone in the room. Francisco turned his attention to the door, and as he spotted the girl, he just froze in his

Hazel and Francisco were alone in the elevator, the air between them was filled with tension. Francisco leaned against the wall, his gaze locked on Hazel, who tried to maintain a smirk despite her discomfort.As the seconds passed, Hazel could feel the intensity of Francisco's eyes upon her, and the weight of his gaze became increasingly uncomfortable. She turned to face him and, her voice filled with apprehension, asked, "Is everything okay, sir?"Francisco, still wearing that enigmatic smirk, paused for a moment before responding, "Yes."The elevator doors finally opened, and Francisco stepped out, Hazel following closely behind. As she looked around, she was rendered speechless by the sight that greeted her. The space resembled a living room rather than a traditional corporate office. The ambiance was warm and inviting, in stark contrast to the usual sterile environment associated with workplaces.Hazel couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise and intrigue. She had expected a typ

Francisco and Rafael had a longstanding history of conflict, each harboring a deep-seated animosity toward the other. Their interactions were often charged with tension, and this meeting was no exception.As Rafael continued to make his statements, his intentions were clear, but Francisco opted for silence. He simply fixed his gaze on Rafael with a piercing intensity, a strategy he often employed to unnerve his adversaries.Finally, Francisco rose from his seat, his patience waning. His words were laced with sarcasm, and he wasted no time in expressing his dissatisfaction."I was attending an interview, and you guys came here to chit-chat," he quipped, his voice laden with thinly veiled annoyance."Be calm, Mr. Francisco," Rafael said.Rafael attempted to diffuse the situation, advising calm, but his words fell on deaf ears. Francisco's response was resolute, and he didn't hesitate to vocalize his point of view."I am calm," he retorted. "After all, it's just a port, and my men have e