Success without Marv felt incomplete. It's been a month since he died from the assassin attack. After that, things have been really quiet and smooth, even though Lydia hadn't been apprehended.It was as though she sank into the shadows after she realized Oliver wasn't someone to be trifled with. Oliver was still conflicted, and even after Marv's funeral, he still couldn't shake off the heavy feeling.He should have done better to protect him. If only he'd been faster and better, Lydia would have been put in her place. Oliver focused solely on restoring his reputation, but his search for Lydia never faltered.He sat in his office, conversing with one of his men, when his new secretary walked in and told him his client had arrived. It was none other than Clark, and he was finally ready to sign the deal. It had been long enough, and a change was due.Oliver rose from his seat and headed to the conference room for a bit more privacy. The entire office had felt different after Marv's death

Mia worked late and decided to stop by the restaurant to grab a late dinner for her and Oliver. She got into her car to drive home when the impossible happened."Shhhh," A voice came from behind her, along with a click which Mia concluded was a gun. It was the voice of a female.Lydia. It had to be her. Lydia, frozen in her seat, tried not to do anything rash. Lydia would blow her brains out if she did."Don't yell. Raise your hands and place them where I can see them," Lydia said, further pressing the gun to Mia's head. "Don't do anything rash. Pass me your cell phone and the keys. Try to make a sound, and this gun goes off.""Okay," Mia panted as she handed her phone and keys to Lydia."This car smells like fucking chicken. I guess you wouldn't have expected finding me here, would you?" Lydia joked and laughed all by herself.Mia, with her hand still raised above her head, tried to talk, feeling a bitter bile rise in her throat. "What do you want, Lydia? Have you not done enough!?"

In the dim glow of his office, Oliver stared blankly at the life broadcast on his computer screen, watching the accusations unfold like a crazy script. His name was the first most searched on the internet."What? What the hell is this!?" Oliver yelled, astounded, in his office. "Who the fuck is this woman!?"First, Lydia. Now this? Accusations of sexual assault with a woman he didn't fucking know!? Of all fucking things, he was being called a rapist. Oliver couldn't wrap his mind around it. Frustration and confusion etched lines on his forehead as he grabbed his phone, dialing one of his trusted men."When did this broadcast start?" Oliver demanded, urgency lacing his voice. Oliver was sure he already knew what he was asking. The whole world probably knew about it already! Fuck-The voice on the other end responded, "It's been over an hour, sir. The news is spreading like wildfire.""Okay.""Just to include, sir, we know you'd never do anything as lowly as that," The man quickly ad

Life had been everything it should not be from the moment he got captured by the police, and none of the people he called allies made an attempt to help him, or even visit. It was almost as though Gerald had been canceled from their lives so easily. Viktor had pulled strings to remove Elina's name from the orchestration. The police agency was just as corrupt, and the truth meant nothing to those people.He was suddenly called into the visiting room. Gerald felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he headed there, accompanied by an officer.The knot in his stomach was nothing compared to the one in his chest after Gerald watched his former boss saunter in, an air of authority clinging to him. Gerald never would have thought of Anson visiting at a time like this. He knew him well since he spent long years of his life working for him. Anson was never in a place out of goodwill or coincidence. Everything was planned.The man, still one of the most feared figures in the state, surveyed Ger

Viktor's suspicion of Gerald led him to a breakthrough finally. One of his men whom he'd placed on the investigation eventually called and told him he had something on Gerald, so Viktor waited in the office for him.After about an hour, the lad walked in with a brown envelope and bowed slightly to Viktor, who was eager for results. Viktor disregarded his greetings. "Go straight to the point," he said.The lad handed him the file and began to explain. "These are the pictures I was able to get from the dash cams and CCTV outside the penitentiary. It is true that Gerald met someone."Viktor impatiently tore the envelope open and fished out the series of pictures inside of it, curious to see the person who had Gerald's back. Was it Oliver? Little did he know that the results would shock him more than he'd expected.His gaze faltered when they landed on the pictures, and Anson's face came into view. He couldn't believe it. The pictures displayed different scenes of Geral getting into Anson