Chapter 210: Chapter 210

“Do we have people from the inside?” Charles Anderson asked one of his men.

“Not certain, sir,” the man answered.

“What do you mean by that?” The man on the screen monitor asked with a dim face.

“The men we sent to spy were found and as far as I can assume, they might be dead already if they tried to resist or kept alive but are being tortured as we speak. We can only hope the people we tried to bribe would stick to the deals we have made and do their part of the plans,” the man answered.

“Have we heard anything from them?” Charles asked again. “Is the wedding legit like the rumors say?”

“Aside from the words that a private wedding was indeed being prepared at a resort hotel, nothing else, sir,” the man answered.

“Have you been watching their every move for anything that would tell if they are trying to trick us?” Asked the man on the screen.

The man on the screen was no other than Terrence Clayton.

Although Terrence was behind bars, he was still under trial due to so many filed lawsuits against him. But with all his connections, not to mention his political disposition, and his military identity had given him so many privileges from the jail guards and the inmates feared being in trouble with Terrence Clayton.

Like every VIP is treated, Terrence Clayton is living in the most comfortable jail time. For any convicted, Terrence’s stay in the prison could be considered the most luxurious one. He has a jail room that doesn’t even look like a place for him to repent whatever mistakes or misdeeds he had done that brought him to that place. Well, compared to how he used to live before being sent to jail, Terrence’s present way of living is not luxurious t all, from Terrence’s standpoint. Because despite the privileges he can enjoy in prison. He even has his own security inmates to deal with anyone who would say anything against him, up front or behind his back.

When Charles Anderson called Terrence Clayton’s private number, the call was directed to the phone that Terrence has with him in jail. They made a deal to set aside whatever displeasure toward each other they had for the time being and join hands in bringing their common enemies down.

Charles Anderson was not pleased with Terrence Clayton’s demands in return for helping him, but Charles was having the most desperate time in his life. Charles had no other choice than bite his tongue and push the thoughts of arguing with Clayton. Charles was well aware he was not in his best shape to haggle over demands and submissiveness.

“Yes, Sir,” Charles answered with a slight wince. “Ever since the news reached our knowledge, we have sent our men to keep eyes on every Michaelson, but we could not locate the couple, the grandson and the Peters’ daughter. The only update we have about them are the photos they uploaded over media and every move the Old Michaelson had been doing to prepare for the private wedding. So far, everything seems to be genuine. What would you like us to do next?”

The whole time Charles was giving the full detail to Terrence, he would wince and clench his jaw stealthily, although some of those expressions showed, the people around must have thought it was due to his chest wound. Terrence did not point it out, knowing he could also use Charles for his own plans later, but the old marine knew Charles very well not to recognize those ugly facial gestures.

“I wonder how it makes you feel to submit to me when you were too bold and proud to break free from my shackles years way back,” Terrence smiled inwardly as he watched Charles over the monitor screen from his jail cell.

“We can’t be too rude to crash the wedding, so let them have their moment,” Charles answered with his crooked smile reaching his ears. This time, he did not have to hide his joviality. “We can’t be too stingy to let them have a little taste of joy, because the next gathering they are about to have is a funeral!”

Charles could not help but smile along at the thought of his enemy dying, although Charles would have wished to pull the trigger to avenge himself, he was not foolish to dare be in front of Brianna who managed to shoot him without hesitations when he was healthy enough to defend himself, how much could he escape a flying bullet now with his condition? Maybe if it was someone else than Brianna, Charles might take his chances, but with the very person he has trained to be the best assassin through feeding anger and pushing to her limits; driving her in and out of hell just to revive her and make her even tougher, Charles had no doubts he will die painstakingly slow in the hands of the person he had used as his lethal weapon all her life, now that he was exposed. Mercy was not a word made to exist for such a devil like him in Brianna Peters’ eyes, and Charles knew that more than anyone else.

Charles had no one else to do the job if he had not tried to grab hold of Terrence Clayton. His men and associates seemed to have disappeared even when he tried to contact them after making sure he had Terrence Clayton’s help. All the contact numbers he had were sent to voice mails and no one returned his call. Charles knew his messages were received, it was clear to understand that his known people in the business had dropped him when he went missing for months.

Charles was upset, but as he let his anger rule over him, his chest pain would increase, so he mustered his emotions. He needed to be alive to collect dues from the person who ruined him. Charles was not ready to accept the joke that the person who would bring him down was someone he had invested so much time, effort, and resources to be the best in the field of elite killers.

“Do you have any specific orders on how you want our men to do the tasks?” Charles asked again.

“I don’t mind how you do them, all I want is to witness everything like I am there watching the actual incident. You know what I mean, right?” Terrence answered with combined anguish and fascination in his mien.

Terrence Clayton was still unable to accept defeat that came to him like a thief in the night despite the strength of his security, the count of his men, and everything he thought was more than enough to fortify his walls and pillars in the invisible palace he had created for himself over the years. The actual palace would have been the Presidential Palace where he would have resided once he was elected as the country’s president.

“I won’t miss watching how they all meet their ends after all the humiliations they have brought me! All my plans and dreams are flushed through the drain because of the Michaelsons and that crazy bitch!” Terrence added with squinted eyes.

Clayton did not have even the slightest recognition of Brianna Peters even though his lawyer, who happens to be his son, explained everything concerning the woman who was thought to be abducted along with the youngest Michaelson that day when Terrence Clayton was captured by the authorities for the crime of illegal human organ harvesting and black market trades with more than sufficient proofs and evidence, including witnesses. And that woman turned out to be a new member of the family he hated the most. The bride of the youngest Michaelson!

“Our men have installed cameras in their gear. But for your best satisfaction, I will assign a man to focus on filming, while the rest do their tasks,” Charles answered with formality.

“Just make sure nothing goes wrong, this time, send everything we have if necessary. I can take this kind of insult that they get to celebrate such a joyful event in their family while I am here stuck in a cage!” Terrence slammed his fists on the table in front of his seat making the laptop shake above it. With just the thoughts of his enemies, it made Terrence’s hackles rise up to the roof.

“Please come down, dad!” his lawyer son reminded Terrence. “We don’t have the best medical assistance available right next to you if your blood pressure rises up and leads to a heart attack.”

Terrence Clayton glared at his son. He was not used to being told what to do, even by his wife, but more by his children. It may sound like caring for people who do not know him as a father and husband, but for Terrence, it sounded like mockery to his ears because he was behind bars and many people even from his family might even be rejoicing that he was in this place than being right next to them in the flesh.

“Don’t tell me what to do, boy!” the father scolded his son.