"No!" Derek yelled. "Thomas, drive faster! He mustn't die! He mustn't!" He yelled. Thomas nodded once and increased the speed. Everyone's heart was in their stomach as the car pulled into the nearest hospital. Thomas rushed out of the car, without parking very well, and pulled the passenger's door open. He took Victor and rushed inside. Derek followed after him but Benson stopped him. "Boss, you have to calm down." Derek looked at him. "Victor is unconscious and you want me to calm down?" Benson sighed. "Well, you barely know him. Besides, he's going to get better. At least, we are in the hospital now. You are a mafia boss and you must act like one." Derek regarded him for a moment as if he couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. "I want to have every detail about Myra's daughter, Elsie today." "Boss_," Benson started but Derek cut in quickly. "It is_," Derek stressed in a deep voice. "It is an order, Ben. I don't need your contribution. You dare go against the maf

"B_boss," Max stammered. "I've heard a lot about the way you treat managers at TriggerHub. At first, I didn't want to believe it. So, I made a plan with the new manager that I appointed." "Boss, I'm so sorry." "Hey!" Derek snapped. "I'm not done talking. The police will be on their way soon and you will be arrested if you don't make amends with the new manager. And he's the only one that can restore your position in that company because you have been fired by me already," he muttered. "I will do that, boss. Please, don't be annoyed." "And listen to me! He will be my ears and eyes in that company. If you try anything funny with him, you will reap the consequences," he warned. "Yes boss," Max responded quickly. "Mr. Miller has spoken and I will take it up," Sophia said quickly. "I will be monitoring the company with the new manager. If anything goes up, I will be there. So, be very careful." "Yes ma'am." Max released a breath that he didn't even know he was holding. He didn't ex

Derek dismissed Maribel and waited for Ben to come out. Benson stepped out a few minutes later. His facial expression was weird as if he just saw a ghost. Derek regarded him for a moment. "Are you alright?" Benson looked at him for a moment. "Maribel is Clara?" Derek hesitated. "I don't remember telling you her name. Do you know her from somewhere?" Benson nodded once. "Maribel is a stripper by night. In fact, she used to be very close with Clinton. I had no idea what their relationship was but Clinton favoured her a lot. And well, by that," he hesitated briefly. "She would know a lot about us," he revealed. Derek thought about it quickly. That was a disaster actually. If Maribel was Clara, then she would know a lot of things not only about him being Miller but about him being the new Peter Pan. "Then, we will have to put her to a test. If truly she's Clara, then she would fail it." Benson nodded once. "And what is it all about?" "Tell her about the new Peter Pan. Talk to her

Benson turned to look at Maribel again, with a calm expression. He sat in front of her again. “Then, let’s leave here because no one else can hear about this until Peter Pan says otherwise.” “Why is he hiding his identity?” Benson hesitated briefly. "Isn't that the same as saying why is Clara hiding her identity? I mean everyone knows how powerful she is and yet no one knows what she looks like," he regarded her expression for a moment. "Right?" Maribel released a sigh. "Well, everyone has their reasons. It's really not my concern. Am I going to see him?" "Do you? I could make an arrangement. It really won't be that hard seeing that you used to be close with Clinton." Maribel hesitated briefly and nodded. "I understand. When does he go to the club?" "I will communicate that with you tonight," he assured. "Is that fine?" Maribel held his gaze for a moment. "That's fine by me actually," she downed more of the vodka. "Tell me something. I'm curious." Benson raised a skeptical brow

Frederick felt a stab of annoyance at the word. “He said that?” He muttered in a deep angry voice. There was no response on the other side of the phone. A quick shuffle followed it. “Hello boss,” the first voice muttered. “He slept off, boss. It looks like the drugs that were given to him have taken effect again,” he explained. Sonny looked at Frederick with the same anger on his face. “Boss, Peter Pan has finally dared you directly. He was not supposed to take Beauty at all.” Frederick clenched his fist in anger as he thought about it. “Send a message to him. I want to see him in less than 24 hours. Let us have a face-to-face talk. He shouldn't get me annoyed because I will fight back like a lion!” Sonny bowed slightly and walked out of the room. Frederick reasoned it for a moment. Who could the new Peter Pan be? And there must be a reason why he's being so fearless. Could it be someone that he knew? Well, if he wasn’t someone strong, he wouldn't have killed Clinton. Though Clin