—A day before…—Bianca stormed into Gerald’s office, tossing her bag on the couch and pacing anxiously. She was certain – absolutely certain – that the person she had seen at the grocery mall was Diane, and it left her deeply unsettled.Gerald, engrossed in his calculations, grew irritated by her agitated behavior. He continued to jot down notes while glancing at his computer screen.Frustrated by her pacing, he quipped, “What's gotten your panties all tied up in a bunch, Bianca? You’re distracting my calculations with all this commotion.”Bianca gulped, then she paused and turned to face him. “I think I saw someone familiar today, Gerald. I'm so sure she was the one. Her name was Diane Monez, a maid to the Danforths then when Leon’s wife, Caroline was alive.”Gerald looked up at her with furrowed brows. “And how is that a problem, Bianca? I fail to understand where you’re going with this.”Bianca looked away, thinking thoughtfully. “There was something wrong involving how she suddenl

While grappling with the challenge of explaining things to Joanna, a brilliant idea suddenly dawned on him.He made a U-turn when he spotted a roadside car repair shop, pulled in, and handed $20 to the owner. In exchange, he asked the owner to replace the BMW 760 badge with a BMW 520 badge.The BMW 5 Series bore a striking resemblance to the 7 Series, with the most noticeable differences lying beneath the hood and within the interiors. Most people found it challenging to differentiate them from the outside, often relying on the badge at the rear.The 520, belonging to the lower tier of the 5 Series, offered decent performance and handling characteristics across the board. In stark contrast, the 760, positioned as the pinnacle of the 7 Series, boasted formidable power, exceptional control, and excellence in various aspects.As Travis cruised in the BMW 760, now adorned with a 520 badge, he pondered Joanna’s limited knowledge of cars. She had never delved into the nuances of different a

The following morning, Travis sat rigidly on the dining chairs, his anger showing no signs of subsiding. He glared at the photographs spread out on the table in front of him. Deciding he no longer needed Isabella’s presence, he had instructed her to leave. Now, it was just him and his daughter, who had fallen asleep in her room.He couldn't sleep. His mind was consumed by the images in those photographs. Anger pulsed through his entire being as he impatiently waited for Joanna to walk through that door.How could she do this? How could she cheat on him? Travis believed she was capable of better than this. If she held any resentment towards him, there were far more reasonable ways to express it than this painful betrayal.His hands clenched tight on the table as he fought hard to contain his seething anger. His breathing came in harsh, uneven gasps, and his eyes burned red.“Arghhh!” He bellowed in fury, abruptly rising from his chair and sending the table crashing to the floor. The pi

The security guard remained skeptical of Travis.Travis’s demeanor and tone gave the impression that he harbored a personal grudge against Mr. Sinclair. Moreover, he didn’t appear to match the caliber of individuals who usually met with the boss.Travis, observing the guard’s uncertainty, tilted his head and let out a light chuckle. He nodded as if acknowledging the skepticism. “I guess your boss is too big for the likes of me to meet, huh? Well, guess what, he's way out of my league. Now, do me a favor, tell him that Travis Danforth has requested an audience, if he knows what’s best.”The security guard chuckled too, shaking his head. “I see. You’ve got some nerve, Mr. Danforth, claiming that my boss is beneath you. You?” He laughed, still finding Travis’s audacity rather intriguing.“I’ve met plenty of people in my time, but none quite like you. You’re something else.”Travis observed the guard’s laughter and let out a resigned sigh.“I'm not in the mood for any humiliation or insult

Damien arrived at Diane's residence, donning a black face mask and a matching cap to conceal his identity. With caution, he softly pushed open the front door, only to discover that it was already slightly ajar. Suspicion tingling, he quickly surveyed the vicinity, ensuring no one lurked nearby, before cautiously stepping inside and locking the door behind him. His eyes darted around the surroundings, but his primary focus was on her room. He believed that this was the place where he might unearth hidden evidence that could aid Travis's case.Damien ascended the stairs, finally reaching the room he sought. However, upon arrival, he noticed that the door was partially open. He blinked in surprise and instinctively retreated, silently concealing himself in a corner. From his hiding spot, he could discern some commotion unfolding inside the room. It became evident that they wasted no time in their search, confirming Travis's suspicions. They had indeed dispatched someone to scour the pre