"What is it?" Oliver asked the secretary over the phone. The fact that she decided to call him that way made him uncomfortable. "Boss, there is someone here in the office that had come to see you. He is demanding some things boss and I don't know what to say to him," she said to him and Oliver frowned."Tell him that I have no interest in meeting up with anybody today. He should come back some other time." Oliver instructed, but the secretary shuddered."He said he knows someone called jigger. I don't know what he wants sir. He is really scary sir. Please I don't know what to do," the secretary lamented but when Oliver heard what was happening he cursed. "Do not do anything until I get there, do you understand me?" He said to the secretary."Yes boss," she replied. Oliver hung up and jumped from the seat. He immediately sobered up, not like alcohol had any effects on him in the first place. "What's going on boss?" Bill asked him when worry rocked his face"It seems like that war ha

Steven placed his hand into his jacket pocket and took out a necklace. He slowly placed the necklace on the table before Oliver and watched as Oliver's eyes roamed to it. "There was only one person in the entire city who owned the first design of the Kriss model necklace, and that was Mia, your fiance. About two nights ago, I got a report of an accident which was quick cleaned up before the police arrived. The eye witnesses described the car as yours. Being rich leaves it's Marks. And when I saw this necklace at the scene, it only confirmed what I have been suspecting," Steven told Oliver and he kept his eyes straight. Any attempt to look at the necklace gave him immense pain."And what have you confirmed?" Oliver asked him."That Mia was abducted that night after the accident. You tracked her to the fifth avenue to rescue her but in the process she was wounded." Steven said to him. "Did I miss anything?" He asked Oliver."You missed the toppings. She was not wounded. She was murdere

"What a mess this is," Clara said to Steven and sighed. She gazed at the burnt car and tried not to look too hard at the skeleton that was in the driver's seat. She suddenly felt nauseous and turned away to puke."Easy there Clara, this is not the first graphic thing you have seen," he said to her and then proceeded to crouch close to the car. He did not touch anything, but he used his pen to dig out a nearly burnt purse from the ashes."Found something?" She asked him as she approached. Steven stood up and showed the purse to her. He opened it and saw some burnt cash, condoms, other things which he did not even know what they were and then finally he saw an ID card"Elina Grey," Steven voiced out. "Why does that name sound so familiar?" He asked himself."Because it is. Elina Grey is the heiress to Grey's Pharmaceuticals. She is the daughter of Viktor Grey and the sole heiress. How did she end up dead here? Something is not adding up," Clara said to herself."What's not adding up?" S

"Oh you heard me Steven. I want to give you your daughter back. What was her name again? Ah yes, Stacy," Oliver said to him and Steven just froze on the spot. So many questions roamed in his head and he had no idea how Oliver knew about his daughter."How did you know about my daughter? Did you look into my profile?" He asked oliver who chuckled lightly. He then smiled at Steven."So, you really expected that I will not conduct a thorough investigation on the cop who is determined to bring me down? I am a man who learns through experiences. I once had someone like you in my life. It was a rocky friendship at first but then it got better, until it got worse again. Well, as for you, it's quite different," Oliver told him and then proceeded to drink from the bottle but when he realized that it was empty, he groaned in frustration. Steven just observed everything."Your name is Steven McComb. You were born and raised in Marshtown, perfect grades, impeccable charisma. You just could not si

Viktor Grey nearly choked on his own saliva when he heard the words. He could not understand the logic behind what Lutz had told him just now. He tried to compose himself as best as he could for he could not afford to lose his cool in front of Lutz."I am afraid that I may have become quite deaf after my accident. My ears are deceiving me. I heard you say that you will not avenge your brothers. Is that correct?" Viktor Grey asked again and Lutz whistled a note. He got up to get himself another drink and then took the wine he was drinking and then strolled to a chair. He sighed loudly while drinking."Yeah. You heard me. I will not avenge my brothers. They are dead already. I see no reason why I should pick up a fight that they initiated with their stupidity." Lutz replied and Viktor Grey almost collapsed."What? I don't understand. The traditions of your family demands that you pick up from where they left off and then destroy their enemies. You fail to do your duty if you do not honou