AT TORILLIO’S MANSION"Did you get rid of all the evidence?" Torillio barked. The goon involved in Sylvester’s murder had just returned after evading Madrigal’s chase."Yes boss," he squizzed. He dismissed them all from his presence with annoyance, still rambling, because no solution had come up for his store that was closed."I think you need to face Don Silverrio; he’s been in the game longer, and I’m sorry to say, he clipped your wings." His aide conferred heads bowing and jittering for what he might do in return."Arrrrh!" Torillio roared, plunging all the flower vases arranged in his sitting room. He clenched his fingers, pointing to his aide, but folded them back and mumbled incoherently. "I know what to do to you—" "I, Raul Torillio de Guzman, No one clips my wings; whoever dares will pay with his life!" He yelled, holding the guard down to a spot on the wall and breathing heavily as his anger increased."You! Open up another store; make it in Manila; I will show these people

GRANDVILLE RESORT. Madrigal mounted the porch of the mansion, talking to the picture of Esmeralda on his phone. It was Sylvester’s funeral, and he had no intention of attending. It will spoil their plans to get her to support them. He turned off his phone and went to the car they would be taking out to wait for Brandon.Brandon strolled down the stairs of his mansion with three of his giant bodyguards walking behind him. The beautiful green garden plants serenaded the passageway he went through, smiling as his hands scrolled the screen of the iPad in his hands."I love my new title, King," he rasped, smiling. The glass house was still not on sale, but there’s a desperate cry to take one more investor in, regardless of whoever it may be."I think it’s time to reclaim what was rightfully mine," he said, clasping his hands inside his pocket and handing over the iPad to one of his guards. "Is the car ready?" he asked, checking the Richard Mille wrist watch in his hands. "Yes boss, he

AT BRANDON’S MANSION. "Get down on your knees before I blow your head up!" Brandon roared. A sigh went down Madrigal’s body as he fought off the urge to explode his anger and distress. At the same time, he wanted to show how vulnerable he felt after what had happened to him.Brandon knew he wasn't himself, and he was just covering up since he returned last night with Nathalie. "Should I ask my men to beat you up before you start spilling?" Brandon marled. And Madrigal’s curiosity stirred up within him to ask whatever was going on."Please don’t kill me; I was just taking orders; RAD gave me some money and asked that I follow Fredrick Silverrio; that’s’ all," the youngster cooed, jittering in fear of the unknown that might be done to him."But why will he do that?" Madrigal gaped, watching the young boy retreat his steps like he had somewhere to run to."I guess RAD is out of hiding, and after Fredrick again, here’s my chance to finally meet your brother’s killer, Madrigal."Madrig

MADRIGAL."I and Brandon talked about this; why did she show up?" He pondered in his heart, stealing glances at her as she stood next to Esmeralda in the elevator. His hands were shaking so much that he had to hide them in his pockets, accidentally hitting her on the waist. "Ouch," she whimped softly, holding onto her cold face that showed no expression. "I’m sorry, I didn’t—it wasn’t intentional," he stammered. Deep down, he wanted to hold her hands right there in the elevator and kiss her. He mustered a loud grin that irritated her.‘Ding Dong’ The doors opened, and she stormed out immediately. Everyone at the table was surprised to see her, including Brandon, whose eyes were widening and surprised as his heart stopped beating for some seconds."Wow, look who we have in our midst—an angel. I hope we're save, because the last time she was here, someone fell from here—ha-ha." Andallio hovered, forcing a bland laugh after everyone paid no attention to his awful speech. "Hi Esmeralda

THE SUCIDE. HERVEAUX’S"You all say I am retarded, but in reality, it’s all of you that are retarded," Andallio snickered. Gripping Herveaux’s hair as he spoke to his face."You won’t get away with this! I’ll make sure you pay!" Herveaux yelled. Andallio handled his walking stick, ready to strike Herveaux, but Fredrick held him back."If you kill him now, not even your heinous RAD identity can save you. A second murder in the glass house—is that what you want?" Fredrick hammered lowly. "You’re right, hey brother, wait, can we talk this out?" Andallio ordered his men to let go and excuse them. Herveaux was confused and afraid of what his brother might do to him. "I won’t go after Olvido anymore. I know you don’t trust me, but can we talk?" Andallio closed in on him like a predator after its prey. Herveaux retraced his steps, moving backwardly until he fell inside the pool."You know you can’t kill me here, right?" Herveaux dived, pushing his fears aside and facing Andallio. He