When Broderick got to the hospital, he was surprised to see an urn in a small bottled glass on the hospital bed. Who could have replaced her dead body with an urn? "Bring me the chairman of this hospital," he commanded and Brett immediately took steps away from him and made a call to the chairman of the hospital, commanding him to appear at where they were at the moment. The chairman immediately suspended what he was doing and appeared immediately at the ward that Broderick and ten other burly men in suits were, they were part of his guards. "Good evening, Mr. Broderick," the doctor greeted politely. His mind unsettled as he wondered why the most powerful man in NorthHill would have called him urgently. "The dead body of my mistress was supposed to be here wrapped in white but I got here only to see an urn, how did that happen?" Broderick looked at him with a straight gaze and asked in a powerful bmanner. The chairmam

"I can't let him inside my house, you are the one that made my father hate me, you vile man," Amy rebuked the man as she shot him a very disgusting look.  "Fine, then he will have to confess here," Michael said then turned to the gigolo," speak the truth."  "I was paid by Mrs. Edith to..." He swallowed, a look of guilt was glaring on his face. He knew he dared not to hide any word cause he's well aware of how powerful Michael Alessandro was. Only few people know the secrete underground power that Michael Alessandro wills and he happens to be one of the few people.  "I was paid to kidnap your mother and kill her, then place her dead body in my house and lied that she died under me during a sex session," the gigolo said.  "You killed my mother?" Amy asked in shock. Until today, she thought her mother died by accident.  "I did," he confessed. He knew he had

"Mr. Broderick, what are you doing here?" Amy asked with a palpitating heart, though she still has her shade on, she couldn't help the fear lingering in her heart. She felt very exposed before him. "I'm not here for you, I am here to see the woman who lives here," Broderick said.Once Michael drove off from where his car broke down, Broderick wrote the plate number of Michael's car and sent it to Brett, telling him to track the final destination of the car. Once Brett informed him that the final destination of the car was Amy's old apartment. He drove there himself without informing anyone since it was almost getting dark. Amy knew the woman Broderick was talking about. It was the woman that Michael sent to temporarily occupy this place when Broderick was coming here few days back. "Oh! She's out of town. Are you guys friends?" Amy asked. "I should ask you instead if you are friend with her. Or should I rather say roommate,"

Broderick was shocked to see her shut the door on him. He hasn't done anything wrong, he thought to himself. Broderick knew she mumbled aome angry words but he couldn't make a meaning of what she said. Perhaps, she was angry because she showed up early this morning. He turned and walked back to where his car was. His two hands gripped the steering. He tightened his hand on the steering as though he would break it, his head rest helplessly on the headrest of the chair. *Amy walked back to her sit after hearing Broderick's car zoom off. She walked over to her living room and sunk to the seat. Her eyes darted seldomly to the TV before her and all of a sudden, she sat upright with so much seriousness on her face and that was as a result of what she saw. She saw Broderick Alessandro being carried inside an ambulance, her heart sunk into sadness that she cluthed her fist hard. What in the world went wrong with him? Didn't he just leave this p

A couple of hours later, Amy stepped down from Michael's land rover that had just parked before her house. After he drove off, Amy began to walk towards her apartment with a big bag in her hand. Once she got before the door, she sighted a long shadow and she knew at once that someone was nearby, looking up, she saw Broderick appear before her. His face was cold and too stern. "Hi!" Amy greeted. Broderick just stared at her blankly, Amy pretended not to notice his hard gaze and then unlocked her door. She pushed the door open but then thought that it will be rude for her to walk inside, leaving him outside here. She turned to him and asked," Mr. Broderick, are you here to see me?" "I need you to follow me somewhere," he said strongly."Where could that be? I've just returned from the mall and I'm kind of tired," Amy said. "When we get there, you'll know," Broderick said. He didn't sound like he was a