Alaric, struck by a paralyzing shock, sat before his mother with his mouth agape, unable to articulate the distress that gripped him. She, concerned and perceptive, probed gently, "Alaric, what's the matter?" Her face was struck with a mixture of concern and confusion. He fumbled for words, finally managing to stammer, "I... I got a me… message." His trembling fingers navigated to the message icon on his phone. The text, laden with menace, as he could perceive, hung in the air as Alaric, with a heavy heart, relayed its contents to his mother. "He's asking why I called, saying that he doesn't want to answer any calls." The gravity of the situation dawned upon his mother, her eyes widening in horror. "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice a reflection of the shared concern between them. “He must be really angry that you had called his phone. What do you think he is planning to do now?” She asked. “I don't know what he is planning on doing, Mom why should he be angry that I call

“I think I will have to meet him at the place I did before. You took me away before I was finally able to get the address since I had forgotten it, but I think this is the time to really ignite the memories. If he is truly the person I think he is, then it means he must have survived somehow. I want him dead, but if he really survived, then I have no other option,” he said. “What? What the hell are you saying to me right now?” “I will kill him again.” Lucas, caught off guard by Norton's cryptic statement, couldn't help but express his surprise. "What the hell are you saying?" he demanded, his voice tinged with confusion and frustration. Norton, however, maintained an enigmatic composure. "You wouldn't understand what I mean," he replied cryptically, his tone measured and mysterious. The air between them hung heavy with unspoken secrets, and Lucas found himself on the edge of curiosity. Frustrated by Norton's evasiveness, Lucas pressed for more information. "Just tell me, Norton

I don't really remember what happened that day. Mom, I think Norton is the criminal, but I have to be sure about it," Alaric said. "Then how are you going to confirm it?" She asked. "I will have to confront him," Alaric said with a strong voice. "You can summon the A-V squad to come. I need them here in five minutes," Alaric ordered. "Are you sure that you are ready to move? They don't like inconveniences, as I told you before," his mother said. "Yes, Mom. I'm ready to end this shit right now. I hate the fact that I have been played with for too long. If a criminal thinks that is the toughest man on the planet, then he will go one-on-one with the most influential heir the world has seen," Alaric stated. "I like that, son. I love your confidence right now. You are really speaking like my son and a true heir of the Wright family. We have to teach them a lesson for trying to mess with us. No one messes with us and expects to go freely," his mother said. "Yes, Mom. I'm tired of all t

“Rest assured, young master. I'm sure your special guards won't louse around. They will all comply," Steve assured. Alaric, turning to his mother, who looked at him with pride and confidence in her eyes, nodded. "Time to go, Mom,” he said, looking at his mother, who nodded. “Yes, son. It's time to go. Let's get this done quickly and the victory will be ours,” she said and smiled at Alaric. Despite the fear that he was having, and the doubts in his mind, Alaric was very happy that his mother was on his side. “You can go over to your car, Mom. Some of the members of the A-V squad will protect you, and I will also tell some of my bodyguards to be around you. Their cats will surround you so that you don't face any problems,” Alaric said. “I don't think that I need the protection as much as you do, son. There is no need to have so many guards surrounding my car. I think you should be the one protected more than me,” she said, but Alaric shook his head. “No, Mom. You are the one who

Norton arrived at the address and halted his car. He looked out of his window, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he recognized the weathered façade. Memories of the tumultuous encounter with Alaric flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder if history was about to repeat itself. Hoping against the inevitable, he stepped out of his car, the creaking door adding an eerie soundtrack to the deserted scene. The surroundings were a haunting reflection of neglect and abandonment. The air was thick with dust, particles caught in the soft rays of light that managed to filter through the cracked windows. The building itself stood as a testament to time's relentless march, its walls bearing the scars of a forgotten past. Shattered glass lay scattered like fallen stars on the uneven floor, and the once-vibrant paint had faded into a palette of muted grays and browns. As Norton ventured deeper into the dilapidated structure, the echoes of his footsteps mingled with the memories of a