Peterson's thoughts raced, trying to piece together any clues or explanations. Has there been some sort of error or glitch? Or worse, had he fallen victim to a malicious act? The uncertainty gnawed at him, and a mixture of frustration and fear settled in his chest. Peterson knew he needed to take immediate action. With trembling hands, he dialed the customer service number for his bank, hoping to get some answers and resolve the alarming situation. As he waited anxiously for someone to answer on the other end of the line, he couldn't shake off the sinking feeling that his life had taken an unexpected turn, and he was about to face a daunting financial crisis. Frustration and impatience welled up within Peterson as the call to the bank's customer service continued to go unanswered. Growling in exasperation, he abruptly stood up, tossing the phone onto the bed. His voice resonated throughout the room as he expressed his frustration with the empty air."What's happening?" he question

Duncan sat back comfortably, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he held the phone to his ear. As he listened intently, he could clearly hear the rapid, pounding beats of Peterson's racing heartbeat, a clear indication of his furious state. Duncan couldn't help but relish in the satisfaction of knowing how greatly enraged Peterson was. Just as Duncan was about to respond to Peterson's angry demand for money, Karla, who stood next to him, gestured with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Duncan, I need my money, don't you…" Sensing the opportunity for a well-timed prank, Duncan seized it. He abruptly pressed the end call button, cutting off Peterson's voice before he could finish his sentence. Duncan turned his attention to Karla, his laughter bubbling up from deep within. The two of them shared a moment of pure amusement, reveling in the hilarity of the situation he had orchestrated. The tension that had been building between them and Peterson was temporarily forgott

Smiling, Karla asked, "So, what now?""I will make Peterson suffer more. The video from last night had gone viral," Duncan said, his determination evident. He walked towards his bike parked in the parking space, with Karla following closely. As they reached the bike, Karla couldn't help but inquire, "Where are you going?""I'm going to see Abigail," Duncan replied, glancing back at Karla. Karla's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why are you going to see her?" Duncan paused, reflecting on his thoughts. "She helped me. We need to talk. I feel she did something more for me." Karla twitched her mouth and folded her arms, clearly not convinced. "I'm coming with you." Duncan turned towards her, a determined expression on his face. "No. You're not." Karla seemed taken aback by his response, but Duncan's decision was final. He hopped on his bike and revved the engine, ready to embark on his journey to meet Abigail, leaving Karla behind with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She p

In The Burton Mansion After Karla ended the call, Samuel found himself sitting in the living room, overwhelmed with devastation. His thoughts consumed him, rendering him unresponsive to the world around him. Meanwhile, in the dining room, Ciara finished setting the table for dinner and noticed Samuel's despondent state. Approaching him with a sigh, Ciara gently called out to him, her voice filled with concern. "Sweetheart, dinner is ready," she informed him, hoping to bring him back to the present moment. Samuel remained lost in his thoughts, his silence speaking volumes. Sensing his distress, Ciara took a seat next to him and reached out to touch his hand, offering comfort and support. "Oh, dear, did you say anything?" He asked, jolting back to reality."I said dinner was ready," she replied."Ah, I kind of lost my appetite," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation and his words tinged with a lack of appetite. Ciara, however, sensed that there w

With that, Duncan abruptly ended the call, reveling in the power he held over Peterson and relishing in the thought of leaving him to face the consequences of their shared actions alone. Little did Duncan know that his refusal would set off a series of events that would challenge his own assumptions and change the course of his life in unexpected ways."Now, you will rot in jail, Peterson. More charges will be thrown at you, and you will face the brutal consequences of messing with me," Duncan muttered to himself, relishing in the thought of Peterson's impending downfall. The satisfaction of his own perceived victory fueled his arrogance. As Duncan turned, he was taken aback to find Zinnia standing at the door of the room, her arms folded. Her presence startled him, and he couldn't help but wonder if she had overheard his vindictive muttering. She stood there with a straight face, giving away no emotions, which only intensified Duncan's unease. As Zinnia walked towards him in a