"Help. Someone is dying here!" Andrew opened his mouth to shriek, but he doubted that his throat produced a sound. He had seen dead bodies before, dead and mutilated. But it wasn't like this gruesome scene before him.Whoever did the job had done a nice and professional job. "Help!" He saw the receptionist as she raced into the room, gawked at him with sombre eyes, and then at the dead man on the floor. "What happened to him, Sir?" "I have no idea, I met him like this." "Oh my gosh! He was alright when I served him liquor some minutes ago. Did you say that you met him like this?" "I sure do now go and call 911. And tell them to come with an ambulance." "You won't run away, will you?" "Why should I run away? Oh my goodness! You must be insane to think I do this." "You must come with me, Sir? I won't leave here without you." "Don't be a jerk. I can run away now if I want. Now be a doll and go and call 911. This man is losing a lot of blood." "He is dead. No need to hurry the

After passing through their long corridors, Andrew emerged at the grassland in front of the Villa. His eyes darted around the large compound and then fell on Isabella. Dressed in a long gown, Isabella sat on a chair, and was operating her laptop computer when Andrew walked closer to her and let out, "Hello, big sister." "Hi, Andrew. I was about to call you. Please sit down." Andrew sat on the chair beside Isabella, then looked into her eyes and asked, "Why did you want to call for me?" "I will be acting as the general manager until you can clear your names." "Oh... Is it all about the post of a general manager?" "What are you talking about?" "My set-up. Did you frame me up so that you can resume your duty as the general manager or did you have any other reasons for this? Or maybe you need someone to take the blame for your reckless lifestyle?" Isabella's smiling face immediately becomes angry when Andrew accuses her of setting him up. She sprang to her feet, raised her arms an

Cleveland is right. Everything always seemed important to Jasmine. As long as Cleveland could remember, Jasmine had dabbled with things that didn't concern her, and it was a miracle that she was still breathing. Being born into the house of a wealthy family didn't stop the adventurous lady from living a fun-filled life, and her charisma made her one of the most admirable ladies in Orange County. Her popularity is not limited to the elites alone. She was known even among those who dealt in the dark world. The drug peddlers, the assassins, and the political thugs. All of them seemed to have heard of her or connected with her during their nefarious journey in life. After her conversation with Cleveland, Jasmine drove into a street that was filled with stoners with misty eyes. "Welcome to downtown, this is where you will meet the bad and the ugly of Orange County. And the fact that Daly's murder takes place close to here made me believe the murderers will visit here," Jasmine mumbled,

Andrew's dreams over the night were filled with torture and screams, and he up with a disoriented brain the following morning. After having a hot shower, and getting dressed in a brown suit and pants. Andrew stepped out of his room and walked towards the villa's main parlour. A young guard in a blue uniform bowed at the sight of the grimly-looking man and mumbled, "Good morning, prince. The police are here to see you." Andrew smiled and waved at the guard. He increased his stride, whistled softly and arrived inside the parlour. My Elizabethan sat on the chair facing the door, and beside him sat Isabella, followed by Mirinda. And at their front sat three menacingly looking officers. "Good morning, Dad." "Welcome, Andrew. These three gentlemen are here to see you, but I told them to wait till you wake up," Elizabethan mumbled, grinned at Andrew, and gestured to him to come and have a seat at the empty chair beside Miranda. "Good Morning, Sir. We have some questions to ask you

Aristotle Supermega Hotel belongs to Teddy and was managed by his adopted son. For several years, Meghan had raised the standard of the hotel from a middle-class to an ideal one, and the place is always patronised by the rich and the super-rich who prefer to stay out of the public eye. Because it was constructed over a large hectare of land in a deserted environment, several rumours were heard about various illegal activities that were going on inside the hotel. But so far, the police have no tangible evidence and neither was any arrest made. "Have you ever visited the hotel before?" Andrew asked Jasmine as she drove into the fenced area, then towards the car park. "Yes. I was invited by Meghan, and I came along with Isabella. That was when both were still dating and on good terms." "That means some of the workers here may recollect your face," Andrew said, sighed and let out, "I don't want us to be discovered before we are through with our investigation." "Don't worry, Andrew. T