Dave got back home safely and entered his room with his face blushing red. He took off his shirt and immediately called Jessica to bring him a glass of wine."You're welcome, sir."Jessica took a bow and served him the wine."Thank you, my dear."Dave said this out of happiness and watched Jessica as she left the room and returned to the kitchen.It was already 6 p.m. in the evening, and he had not gotten a call or message from Ava.He took his phone and cross-checked his emails and call logs."I guess she's been busy with a whole lot of business at the office."Dave muttered to himself and sat well in the divan. He gasped for breath and took out his phone to call Officer Ava.The phone kept beeping for a few minutes, but Ava wasn't picking up the call.Dave placed his phone back on the cozy table in the center of the living hall and relaxed on the divan with the magazine he held.The thoughts of dealing with Alexander Cromwell were reflected in his mind. Now that he was done with Etha

Dave poured himself a glass of juice. He glanced at his phone and noticed that he had missed a call from Ava. Dave's heart leapt in his chest as he realized that the missed call was likely related to the case."Oh, I missed a call from Inspector Ava," he breathed deeply and said to himself.Dave felt a mix of worry and relief upon realizing that Ava had most likely reached out to provide an update on the case.As he tapped his phone screen to dial her number, he tried to calm his racing thoughts and nerves.After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Ava finally picked up Dave's fourth call.He could hear the thunder in the background as she answered his call with a warm "Hello.""Hey, Ava. I just saw that I missed your call. Is everything okay with the case?" Dave asked, trying to sound level-headed and not too concerned.Ava's response was measured and calm, but Dave could sense an underlying tension in her voice."There have been some new developments in the case, Dave. I wanted to

As Dave approached his car,he felt proud and glad for what he did in the presence of his guards today.He glanced at his wristwatch, realizing that time was slipping away faster than he had thought.The sun was dying out, and the darkness seemed to cover it up.With a sigh, he got into the back seat of the car when Williams opened the door, and Mike settled into the driver's seat.The engine roared to life as Mike turned the key, the car's vibrations coursing through their bodies. Dave could feel the energy in the air and the excitement that was palpable."Ready for this, Dave?" Mike's voice was steady, masking the underlying nervousness that Dave had come to know so well."As ready as I'll ever be," Dave replied with a half-smile.Mike's fingers were tapping nervously on the steering wheel. The mission they embarked on was not for the faint of heart, and the gravity of it weighed heavily on Dave's mind.The car pulled out of the parking lot, merging seamlessly into the flow of traffic

Mark lounged on the couch in the living room, feeling content and relaxed. He watched as Madam Charlotte strode towards the door, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She turned back to him, a smile on her lips."I'll be back soon, Mark," she said, before disappearing through the doorway.Mark smiled to himself and forced himself to stand up from the couch. He knew he couldn't waste this opportunity. Madam Charlotte had left her phone on the table in the middle of their room, and Mark knew he had to get his hands on it. He rushed over to the table, trying to look nonchalant as he did so.He quickly scrolled up Madam Charlotte's call logs, searching for one particular number: Alexander Cromwell. He had heard Madam Charlotte mention his name before and was curious to know who he was and what he meant to her. Finally, he found the number and copied it to his phone.Mark rushed back to the couch and tried to act casual, as if he had done nothing out of the ordinary. He knew he need

Madam Charlotte barged into Mark's room with a fiery intensity that could wake the dead. Her voice, fueled by a mix of concern and anger, echoed through the room as she confronted him: "Who told you to have a fake call with Dave?"Mark, startled by the sudden intrusion and the accusatory tone, rubbed his eyes and sat up on his bed. With a hint of defiance in his voice, he responded boldly, "Aunty, I know my plans; just allow me."Madam Charlotte's eyebrows furrowed, and her lips formed a stern line. She crossed her arms, her expression conveying that she wasn't about to let this slide. "Oh, I should allow you to do whatever you want, right?"Mark took a deep breath, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of his aunt's reaction. He knew that his plans might not align with her expectations, but he was determined to assert his independence."Have you forgotten that you're in my house and you're under my roof?" Madam Charlotte's voice dripped with authority."Aunty, I just wanted to join