Chapter 127 - Unknown Presence.

Elijah stood at the edge of the red location area, a place notorious for being Moore's property. He lingers in the shadows, hidden yet alert, waiting for the signal. A few of his men stand ready around him, their weapons gripped tightly in anticipation. They are prepared to unleash chaos at the command of their boss Blaze.

The signal came. With swift precision, they moved inside. The scene was just as bad as the last time: young girls, barely of age, dressed inappropriately and forced into stuff they shouldn't even comprehend. Elijah's blood boiled, his jaw clenched with suppressed rage. He set to work, tearing the place apart just Blaze had commanded.

Things got chaotic real quick. The guys who were indulging in drugs were dragged out and dealt with harshly. Furniture was smashed, people were shouting and fighting back filled the air. An hour felt like a whirlwind of destruction and payback.

Elijah pushed deeper into the building amidst all the commotion. He made it to the back where glass doors were muffling some really weird, frantic sounds. He signaled his team to cover the other areas and headed towards a specific wooden door—that one had been locked during his last visit.

This time, it was ajar. His gut churned with suspicion. Pushing it open, he stepped into an empty room, its silence a stark contrast to the chaos outside. His eyes scanned the space, every sense on high alert.

In the corner something caught his attention: a paper, partially crumpled. He picked it up and unfolded. A plane ticket. The name it bore sent a jolt through his body.

His chest tightened, and his instincts told him something big was going on. Without hesitating, Elijah pulled out his phone and called Blaze.

"Boss," he said, his voice low and urgent. "We've got a problem."

Blaze sat in his dimly lit study, the faint glow of a single desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Shelves lined with leather-bound books and a heavy oak desk adorned with scattered papers surrounded him, giving the space an air of quiet authority. He leaned back in his chair, a crystal glass of amber liquid in hand, the faint crackle of a nearby fireplace the only sound.

The door opened without a knock, and Blaze's sharp eyes flicked up to see Elijah stepping inside. The man looked as if he had walked through hell-his shirt stained, his knuckles bruised, and his expression steeled with determination.

Elijah wasted no time. Without a word, he strode to Blaze's desk and placed the folded plane ticket on its surface. Blaze set his glass down, the faint clink echoing in the stillness. He unfolded the ticket, scanning the name printed in bold letters.

YouHeal Hospital

Just a few days after one of the hectic weeks, Savannah finally had a little breathing room.

She had completed her afternoon tasks and was getting ready to head down to the office canteen to grab a quick lunch, when Bella, her lively and ever-enthusiastic colleague plus close friend, stormed into her office like a whirlwind.

"Let's go out for lunch, Savannah!" Bella declared with a grin that pretty much begged for no answer at all.

Savannah raised an eyebrow at her. "The canteen is right downstairs, Bella. It's quick, and the food's fine. Why go out?"

Bella shrugged her head with an over-dramatic exaggerated sigh. "No, no, no! You don't understand. There's a brand-new place that just opened up, and it's supposed to be amazing! Everyone's been raving about it. Trust me, you need this."

Reluctant to budge from her comfort zone of routine, Savannah tried a feeble protest. "Bella, I don't know. I'm not really in the mood for-"

But Bella wasn't having it. "Come on, Savannah! You've been cooped up in here for days. You deserve a proper lunch, and I'm not taking no for an answer."

After a few more half-hearted objections, Savannah sighed in defeat. "Fine. But if this place turns out to be a disaster, I'm holding you responsible."

Bella beamed triumphantly. "You won't regret it, I promise!"

As they walked out of the building, Savannah pulled out her phone to send a quick text to Blaze. He had an important meeting that day and had made her promise to take care of herself. Heading out for lunch with Bella. "Don't worry, I'm eating on time." she typed, smiling softly at the thought of her husband's constant care. She hit send and slipped her phone back into her bag.

The restaurant wasn't far, just a few blocks down, nestled in a bustling street lined with cafes and boutiques. The modern exterior, with its large class windows and chic signage, immediately caught Savannah's attention.

"Okay," she admitted as they approached. "It does look nice."

"Told you!" Bella said, practically skipping as she led the way inside.

The interior was even more impressive. Warm lighting, sleek wooden tables, and a soothing color palette created an inviting atmosphere. A soft hum of conversation filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of cutlery and the occasional burst of laughter.

A waitress greeted them with a bright smile and led them to a cozy table by the window. Bella, as usual, took charge of the ordering. "Their signature dishes are supposed to be incredible. You have to try them." she said enthusiastically.

"Alright," Savannah said, amused by Bella's excitement. She let her friend order a variety of dishes, curious to see what all the fuss was about.

Fifteen minutes passed, and then their food was served. Their table was full of a great variety of delicacies presented artistically. Vibrant colors and appetizing smells were impossible to ignore.

Bella didn't waste a second, diving into the food with gusto. "Oh my God," she said, her eyes widening. "This is amazing!"

Savannah took a tentative bite and found herself pleasantly surprised. "Okay," she said with a small smile. "I'll admit, this is pretty good."

They dined, chatted, laughter punctuating their conversation. Bella, as the old saying went, was at her devil-may-care best, regaling Savannah with funny anecdotes about work and her latest misadventures. Savannah felt herself begin to relax, genuinely enjoying the meal, and the company.

Half an hour had passed; they both leaned back in their chairs, fully satisfied. Bella looked at Savannah with a proud grin. "Well? Did I deliver or did I deliver?"

Savannah chuckled. "I had my doubts, but yes, it was worth it. Good call, Bella."

"See? I know what I'm doing," Bella said, looking smug.

Just then, a waitress approached their table with a bright smile. "Excuse me, ladies. Could you come to the reception area? There's something for you."

Both women exchanged puzzled looks. "What for?" Savannah asked.

"We're giving out freebies to our first few customers, and you're one of them," the waitress explained.

Bella's face lit up. "Freebies? Count me in!" She stood up eagerly.

Savannah laughed, shaking her head. "You go ahead. I'll make a quick phone call."

As Bella hurried off, Savannah pulled out her phone and dialed Blaze. She was just about to speak when someone slid into Bella's seat across from her.

"That was fast, Bella," Savannah said absentmindedly, still looking at her phone.

"Of course, I had to." came a low male voice.

Startled, Savannah looked up to see a man sitting across from her. His face was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it. He was leaning forward slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"Who are you?" she asked, a wariness lacing her words.

The man's smirk intensified. "I see you don't remember me, but I could never forget that pretty face of yours."

A chill swept through Savannah. She instinctively pushed her chair back.

Feeling tense all over. "I don't know who you are, and I don't intend to speak with you."

His smile broadened, and his voice turned eerily calm. "Come outside with me. We have something important to discuss."

"Not interested." Savannah replied firmly as she stood up. "I have nothing to say to you."

But just as she was about to walk away, his next words stopped her cold. "It's about Blaze, your husband."

Her heart raced, and she froze. Slowly, she turned back to him, her voice sharp. "What do you mean?"

"Just follow!" he insisted, standing up as well. Something in his gaze—a mix of confidence and menace—made Savannah's stomach churn.

For a brief moment,she wavered, caught between fear and a strong need for answers. Ignoring her instincts, she decided to hear him out.

Savannah followed him out to the corner of the street, and was ready to hear what he has to say, he smoked as he gazed uo and down her, making her feel uncomfortable.

For a few moments he did not say anything and Savannah's anger grew and starts walking but-

Her head starts spun as the world around her blurred and dimmed. The man's sinister smile was the last thing she saw before her legs gave out, and her body crumpled to the ground.

The faint echo of his mocking chuckle lingered in her ears as everything went black.

Author's Note :

Thankyou for reading<3

Have a good day/night<3<3