Denver was smart in his games. He already knew that if Lucas eventually succeeded with rescuing Emily, he would lead her to a place no one would ever think of. This made him embark on a research to discover places Lucas had which not a single soul knew about. He wasn’t quite successful with this research because despite how he tried to find this out, he ended up at a blank page. The spies he kept on Lucas turned out to be his savior because they informed him the minute the caught sight of Lucas heading towards a location by the sea.

Denver let out a small chuckle when he saw the text message that came through from his grandfather. He knew that this was going to be a long one but he was fine as long as his secret was yet to get blown off. “I will be there right on time”, he typed in the response on his phone after which he let out a deep sigh. Emily had been so close to figuring out his truth and he was just glad that he was able to put an end to it. She was dead now and she was dead for good. Now, he had enough time to proceed to the next plan on his plate which was becoming the CEO of Belcraft.

Lucas woke up the next morning with a terrible migraine. It felt as though his brain was tearing apart and despite how strong he planned to feel, he couldn’t help it. He let out a soft groan after which he stirred on the bed and slowly sat up, wiping his red and swollen eyes. Just as he darted his eyes around the room, he caught sight of an envelope laying beside his bed, with a stamp on top. He gulped down hard…only one person dropped envelopes with stamp and that was no other person but his grandfather. He slowly picked up the envelope, tore it apart and brought out a letter that was as brief as anything. “Breakfast by 7. Don’t be late”, the letter said.Lucas took in another deep breath as he rubbed his forehead in a bid to ease the pain he felt in his head. He was weak and sick and tired of everything. Just then, a knock came to his door and he mumbled a very weak “come in”. Blake walked into his room with a very worried look on his face and a cup of water.“This should mak

She had thought that the smell of drugs, syringe, and possible vomit had only conjured in her dream. However, she was all wrong when she opened up her eyes. Her first sight was the bulb producing light which was on, and the rolling fan. She stayed put for a while as she tried hard to realize where she was. Sadly, the harder she tried, the more pain she felt. The young lady closed her eyes shut again. This was in a bid to calm her hurting head, and also see if she could get anything. When she did it for the longest time she could remember, and nothing happened, she opened back her eyes. It was at that time she used the opportunity to look around where she was. Definitely, she had not been wrong when the smell told her she could be in a hospital. Even if her memory had a bit of lagging behind, she could as well recognize what an hospital looked like. But, she still couldn't think past the question she had. Why was she in a hospital? She thought. Despite the struggles, she finally

“Is he still locked up in his room?” Mr. Belcraft asked Blake the moment he walked in. Blake let out a deep sigh firstly before he could respond.“I'm just coming in. But I bet he would still be locked up in his room.” Blake finally answered. The old man was the next on line to let out a deep sigh. When Blake watched him closely, he could see the wrinkles which had appeared on his face. It was clear to him that the old man was more stressed up than anyone else could be.And truth be told, he just had to be, owning to the fact that he deeply cared about his grandson.“Will you help me go check up on him?” Mr. Belcraft opened up again, pleadingly.“Of course Mr. Belcraft. I would do that.” Blake said, and he nodded his head in approval. Blake then turned in the attempt of doing what he had come to do as well as what he had been pleaded to do. However, just when he was about to take further steps upstairs, leading to Lucas room, he suddenly stopped. He quickly turned back to him. “Mr. B