Malalaki ang mga hakbang ni Vladimyr habang patungo sa pinakataas na palapag. Bawat hakbang niya, may kalaban na sumusulpot mula sa kung saan. Ngunit sa tulong ng sniper team sa paligid ng mansyon ni Lutherford, buong lakas na tumakbo si Vlad sa kinatatayuan ni Lutherford at walang alinlangan na binigyan ng malakas na sipa sa mukha.
Bahagyang tumagilid ang mukha ng lalaking mahigit anim na talampakan ang taas at malapad na katawan. Malaki rin ang katawan nito at bakas ng husay sa pakikipaglaban.
"Trojan... Lutherford... " nasisiyahan anas ni Vlad. Ang ngiting may tunay na galak.
"Matagal na rin ang panahon simula ng may makaharap ako'ng tulad mo, Lutherford... "
"Angel... Or rather, Vladimyr Dela Claire of Southland. The fourth Boss of Phoenix Organization. I've heard a lot about you, Ms. Dela Claire." He casually replied.
Trojan's height measuring 205 centimeters, boasting a broad back and a robust, muscular build.
With a sharp and angular facade. His thick yet exquisite nose and round, hooded eyes. Trojan's eyes were dark and somber, like a bottomless abyss filled with danger.
They seemed to peer directly into one's soul, piercing through every layer of defense and showing no mercy.
His expression was hard and terrifyingly cold. Devoid of any humanity.
Trojan Lutherford wore a dark navy suit that fit him like a glove. Holding his cane on it's dragon curved hilt. It was clearly made of high-quality materials, but it was more than just the clothes and a cane that made him look powerful. It was the way he carried himself.
The way he looked at Vladimir behind those sunglasses, the presence he exuded that was intimidating. His voice was deep and authoritative, like a lion's roar.
He had a cold stare that would freeze the blood of any unfortunate soul who dared to look into his eyes.
Trojan stood before her, silent and brooding. His face was a stoic mask of pure arrogance and nobility.
He looked at Vlad with a slight smirk, as if he was amused by her bravado.
In contrast, Vlad stood there boldly and unafraid of his presence. She had a calm and composed look of determination in her eyes. Her actions were at ease. As if she wasn't facing one of the most dangerous man in town.
She was eager to confront this powerful man on her own. It would be a battle of wills, a game of psychological warfare, and she was ready to match him move for move.
"Mukhang hindi ka nagulat sa pagdating ko. Pero, hindi mo rin ako pinaghandaan."
Vlad spoke very casual. Her tone even hinting of hidden disappointment.
Trojan recognized her fearlessness, pondering, "What else would one anticipate from a woman commanding the fourth-ranking boss of a potent, clandestine organization? She transcends mere fierceness and determination; she embodies power itself, hence her audacity in confronting him." Engrossed in their psychological duel, he found himself relishing the intricate game unfolding between them.
Each word she spoke had double meaning, and each glance she offered was filled with innuendo, as she tried to get his attention and test his willpower.
"This is how I welcome a very important guest. I couldn't imagine how far you travelled just to pay me a visit. Giving a gorgeous lady like you the best treatment is a pleasure to my side. " kalmadong tugon ni Lutherford. Hawak ang kaniyang itim na tungkod at deretsang nakatitig sa kabuuan ni Vladimyr.
Bahagyang ngumisi si Vladimyr. Ngising puno ng tiwala sa sarili at galak na may hatid ng nagbabadyang panganib anumang oras.
With rain dripping from the leaf brims, Trojan and Vladimyr are standing facing each other in the dimly lighted, large balcony. The large, round columns are designed with the ancient Greek architecture.
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The Crazy, Rich Madame
حركة (أكشن)After being betrayed and abandoned by those she loved and trusted, Vladimyr transformed into an unstoppable force. With her newfound bottomless wealth, she became incredibly rich and powerful, evolving into a formidable adversary no one would dare t...
