And, you know I love you

In the stillness of the night, Marquis's voice breaks through the quiet room as his assistant settles the laptop before him.

"Any updates on the assailant?" Marquis inquires, his eyes fixed on the screen, awaiting crucial information.

"Yes. It's a beggar residing near the Carton Bridge slum. The police have detained him. He claims he was offered ten thousand dollars to attack you," the assistant relays the latest developments.

"And who's behind this?" Marquis questions,

a tinge of frustration lingering in his voice at the anonymity of the Mastermind.

"He insists he doesn't know. The cash was found in a box featuring your image next to his tent," the assistant continues, observing Marquis's contemplative expression.

Marquis hums softly, thoughts swirling as he acknowledges the array of adversaries amassed during his rise as a prominent businessman. The exploitation of a vulnerable beggar troubles him deeply, considering it a cowardly move by whoever is responsible.

"Refrain from pressu