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Don't ruin our fun

Isabelle, having thought of something, immediately suggested, "Boss, since their boss is here, it means their security is pretty tight right now. We should pause our plans for now and head back to headquarters."

Marcus chimed in with a tone of excitement, "Yes, boss, she's right. Moreover, it's been so many days since we've had any party."

Henry interjected with a hint of disbelief, "How can you think of a party when we're in the middle of a work meeting?"

Marcus goofily responded, with a playful grin, "Oh, come on! You think everyone is as boring as you, who only has a straight face and thinks of work 24/7."

Henry let out a weary sigh as he glanced at Marcus's dimpled face, feeling a mix of exasperation and amusement. He realized he just couldn't deal with Marcus's antics anymore.

Arielle Reynolds felt a sense of resignation wash over her as she recognized the futility of staying any longer. With a slight nod, she uttered, "Okay, let's head back for now," her voice tinged with a hint of weariness.

As they prepared to leave, Arielle glanced out the window, noticing the vibrant colors of the sunset painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. It was a serene sight, contrasting with the bustling activity of the city below.

Marcus, ever the joker, attempted to lighten the mood by making a funny face, eliciting a chuckle from Isabelle. Even Henry cracked a smile, despite his earlier exasperation with Marcus's antics.

The group made their way out of the building, the cool evening breeze refreshing after the stuffy confines of the meeting room. They walked in comfortable silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.

Arielle couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered from their interrupted meeting. She knew they needed to regroup and come up with a new plan of action, but for now, returning to headquarters seemed like the best course of action.

At Kyler Young's villa, As Stephen gazed at his brother, who was buried in his work, frustration bubbled up inside him. He couldn't stand another moment of being cooped up indoors while his brother was absorbed in his papers.

"Bro, let's go play outside and have fun," he pleaded, his voice tinged with longing for the freedom of the outdoors.

Kyler finally tore his eyes away from his documents and regarded his younger brother with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Play? Are you sure it's your age to play outside?" he teased, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Stephen bristled at his brother's teasing tone. "What do you mean by age? I'm still so young, please," he insisted, a touch of defiance in his voice.

Kyler chuckled softly, acknowledging his brother's protest. "Yeah, twenty-five is so young," he agreed, a playful glint in his eyes.

Despite his brother's teasing, Stephen remained undeterred. "Yes, so young!" he declared, determined to convince Kyler to join him.

Kyler Young then ignored him and returned to his documents. Stephen Young persisted, "Eh, bro, don't ignore me like that. I heard the guards mention there are so many imported high-breed horses here. Let's ride like we used to do in childhood."

But Kyler remained focused on his work, brushing off Stephen's pleas. "You can go play if you want. Do not disturb me, unless you want to go to the countryside later," he replied, his tone firm.

Stephen felt a pang of hurt at his brother's dismissal. "Bro, how could you say this to me? Am I even your younger brother?" he questioned, his voice tinged with sadness.

Kyler's retort stung Stephen deeply. "You won't be if you don't leave now," he replied bluntly, his words cutting like a knife.

Later that night, as Kyler surveyed the surroundings of his villa, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at his harsh words to his brother. When he spotted Stephen still riding the white horse in the moonlight, he couldn't suppress a sigh of resignation.

"Aren't you done playing with it already?" he called out, his tone softer this time, laced with a hint of concern.

But Stephen's response was filled with defiance. "Eh, bro, you finally got time out of your documents to come over," he retorted, his voice tinged with bitterness.

Sensing his brother's stubbornness, Kyler tried to reason with him. "You should go to bed now," he suggested gently, his voice carrying a note of concern.

But Stephen remained unwilling to let go of his newfound freedom. "Why? I'm not done with it yet. It's so fun here. What do you know about fun, huh?" he protested, his voice tinged with defiance.

Kyler sighed softly, realizing he wouldn't be able to persuade his brother to come inside. "We're leaving tomorrow early morning," he reminded him, a note of finality in his voice.

Stephen's eyes widened in disbelief. "Early... early morning? Tomorrow early morning? Huh?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

But Kyler remained resolute. "Yes! Tomorrow! Early! Morning! Unless you want to go to the countryside and ride horses for the rest of your life," he replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Feeling defeated, Stephen let out a frustrated groan. "Brooo!" he whined, his voice filled with disappointment.

Kyler couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at his brother's disappointment. "What?" he replied, his tone softer this time, laced with a hint of regret.

But Stephen wasn't ready to forgive him just yet. "You're so mean, a big meanie," he accused, his voice filled with hurt.

As he sent his brother back and prepared to return to his room, Kyler's gaze wandered over the abandoned part of the building. Memories of yesterday's events flooded his mind and the way she kissed him so suddenly, causing a swirl of conflicting emotions to churn within him.

"Arielle... interesting! We will meet again," he murmured to himself, the words echoing softly in the empty corridor.

Next day, At King headquarters, Marcus suggested, "Boss, there's a new restaurant opened in the locality. Let's go there and eat."

Isabelle agreed, "Yes, boss, I heard they have amazing Chinese food."

Henry, as understanding as always, asked, "Boss, shall I order food for you here?"

Marcus brushed him off, "Blah, Henry Boy, move aside. Don't ruin our fun. Say, boss, are we going out or not?"

Arielle Reynolds looked at their eager faces and nodded, "Let's go."

As they reached the restaurant, they saw a six-floor building with luxurious architecture, its name "Delicacy" written in big neon letters hung on the top.

Arielle Reynolds remarked, "Hmm, it looks like a more luxurious restaurant than any others we have been to."

Isabelle agreed, "Yes, boss, just look at it."

Henry commented, "After all, it's owned by the wealthiest family on this island."

As Marcus suggested, "Hmm, William's family is filthy rich, boss. How about we rob them? We can earn a huge fortune," there was a mischievous glint in his eyes, his voice tinged with excitement.

Isabelle couldn't help but laugh at Marcus's audacious proposal, her amusement is evident in her sparkling eyes and the playful curve of her lips. "He is right, boss," she agreed, finding humor in the absurdity of the suggestion.

Arielle Reynolds's mouth twitched with a mix of exasperation and amusement as she heard her subordinates discuss robbery when they were supposed to be enjoying a meal together. "Are you here to eat or to discuss robbery?" she questioned, her tone laced with incredulity.

Marcus, undeterred by Arielle's skepticism, maintained his composure, suggesting, "Boss, we can discuss over dinner," with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Henry, feeling a sense of resignation at his friends' antics, sighed heavily and cast a knowing glance at Marcus and Isabelle. "Boss, let's enter first," he suggested, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness.

As they stepped inside the restaurant, the lively music filled the air, signaling the presence of a vibrant party. Arielle's curiosity piqued, and she inquired, "Did you check who organized the party tonight?" Her tone conveyed a mix of interest and skepticism, unsure of what to expect.

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