Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Chris’s POV

Sitting in my apartment with the familiar scent of cigar smoke and expensive cologne lingering in the air. The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the room. I had always found comfort in the luxury that surrounded me, but today, I felt that something big was about to happen and for some weird reasons, I felt edgy about it.

I anticipated Paul’s return as soon as possible, I hoped the report he would bear would be worth it. I sat on the edge of the leather couch, my mind racing with thoughts of Kamille and the kids. The plan had been set in motion, and everything was supposed to fall into place perfectly.

My plan was to use her and get Zeke down, but I never expected for the tables to turn in his favor. Or maybe mine. My liking for her had surprised me and no matter how hard I tried to push it away, it still came back at me. She filled my thoughts.

The door to the apartment opened, and Paul walked in. His expression was a mix of concern and urgency. I knew immediately that something was wrong.

“Boss,” he began, his voice steady but tense, “Everything has been executed according to plan, except for one thing.”

I stood up, my jaw tightening. “What is it?”

“We couldn’t kill Zeke,” Paul admitted, his eyes meeting mine.

Rage boiled within me. The plan hinged on eliminating Zeke, and without his removal, everything was at risk. I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my composure. “What happened?”

Paul took a deep breath, clearly choosing his words carefully. “He managed to elude our men and escaped the attack. He then visited the Manor home with his chief security officer and personal assistant with him. Our intel tells us that he went there in search of his kids.”

I paced the room, my mind racing. “And you couldn’t take him out then?”

Paul shook his head. “I’m so sorry boss, We will make no mistakes the next time,”

Next time? I don’t give sons of bitches such a glorious reward.

“Dispose of all the men who went on that mission,” I said coldly.

“Boss?” Paul called in disbelief.

I stopped pacing and turned to face him, my eyes cold and calculating. “I don’t want excuses, Paul. I want results. Zeke is a threat that needs to be eliminated and they failed at that, whichever platoon they were from, I don’t fucking give a damn,”

Anger was quickly clouding my thoughts and I couldn’t care less. I had warned them not to make mistakes. Zeke was not an easy prey, so we sent out the platoon four, the second highest ranking and fiercest fighters, but they could not even get him into a coma.

Useless bunch of shitholes.

Paul nodded, understanding the gravity of my words. “I will send word to the platoon four leader to punish his men accordingly,”

I took a deep breath. “Zeke needs to be dealt with, and soon.”

“I will notify Platoon five,” Paul replied and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I walked over to the window, looking out at the city below. The streets were bustling with life, people going about their day oblivious to the dark undercurrents that flowed beneath the surface.

Withdrawing the investment had taken a drastic toll on the Manor family business. I did not care about the immediate effect, I would return the investments on Kamille’s rise back to the seat of director at the Manor Family Company.

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As I stood there, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I picked it up, and glanced into the caller ID. “Speak,” I said into the receiver.

“There have been reports of unusual movement from Zeke’s end. It seems that he was injured and lodged somewhere closeby,” Paul replied.

“What then?” I asked impatiently.

“He seemed to be mobilizing extra hands to help locate the whereabouts of the kids,: He replied. I squinted my eyes as I knew what this meant.

Zeke was getting closer to finding the kid and he wouldn’t stop until he had what he wanted.

I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. As I stepped into the elevator, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were running out of time. Every moment that Zeke was alive was a moment that meant only one thing to our plans.

It was at risk of jeopardy.

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out into the lobby. Paul was waiting for me, his expression serious. “Boss, our men are in position. We’ll follow Zeke and take him out when the opportunity presents itself.”

I nodded, my mind already calculating the next steps. “Good. But remember, we need to be careful. If Zeke finds out what we’re up to, it could ruin everything.”

Paul nodded in understanding. “Understood, boss. We won’t let you down.”

“You better don’t, else I will let you down,” I replied coldly.

I knew he understood what I meant.

We drove for a while before we finally made our stop a few miles away from the Manor mansion. “Why are we here?” I asked.

“Because this is where Zeke is and most likely where the kids are,” Paul replied.

I nodded in understanding. “Get rid of all the rats in the area,” I instructed.

I knew that Zeke and the Manors must have set up security around the premises, I was not going to give them a countermeasure attack on me. Paul nodded and stepped out of the car. And he whistled loudly and members of the platoon five emerged all dressed in animal skin. They all had at least five tattoos made from bullet wounds.

They had to be the scariest scavengers on earth.

They stormed the area from where our car was parked, using silencers to avoid drawing attention, and we dropped every man with arms leading up into the Manor mansion.

And as I arrived at the gate to the Manor mansion, I stood there, surrounded by the chaos and destruction, one thing was clear-this was just the beginning.

The real battle had only just begun.