As Maria Bolton unleashed her vicious attack, the digital world erupted with accusations against Mr. Radcliffe. Rumors spread like wildfire across the internet, staining his name with claims of drug dealing and fraudulence. News outlets brought out the allegations, plastering sensational headlines across newspapers and online articles.In the midst of the chaos, murmurs and whispers filled the air as people debated the validity of the accusations. Faces twisted with skepticism, eyebrows furrowed in concern, and lips murmured in hushed tones as the scandal unfolded before them."He can't be a fraud, can he?" one woman whispered to her companion, brows knit with uncertainty."I heard he's been involved in some shady deals," another person muttered, casting a suspicious glance at a nearby newspaper headline.Meanwhile, others rallied in Mr. Radcliffe's defense, vehemently refuting the claims being spread by Maria Bolton and her cohorts."He's innocent until proven guilty!" a man declar

Dressed impeccably as Mr. Radcliffe, Eric entered the police station, his demeanor composed despite the weight of the accusations hanging over him. The officers glanced up in surprise, their expressions betraying a mix of curiosity and suspicion as he approached."Mr. Radcliffe," one of the officers began, a note of skepticism in his voice. "We didn't expect you to show up."He offered a faint smile, a glimmer of boldness in his eyes. "I believe it's important to address these allegations head-on," he replied evenly.As the interrogation commenced, the officers wasted no time delving into the rumors that had tarnished Mr. Radcliffe’s reputation. Images of him purportedly dealing drugs flashed across the screen. The officer leaned forward, his expression grave. "Mr. Radcliffe, we need to address these allegations against you. Do you have any explanation for these images?"Eric's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with indignation. "Those images are fake, fabricated by Maria Bolton to di

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the small opening of the doors, Maria stirred, her senses slowly returning after a fitful night of exhaustion and hunger. The sound of the unlocking mechanism sounds through the hall, sending a shiver down her spine. She knew what it meant – freedom, at last.Her men, oblivious to the significance of the sound, continued to slumber outside, leaving Maria alone to face the moment she had been yearning for.With a surge of determination fueled by desperation, she summoned every ounce of strength left in her frail body and began to crawl towards the doors.Each movement was a struggle, her weakened limbs protesting against the effort. But driven by a fierce will to survive, she pressed on, inching closer to the tantalizing promise of daylight beyond the threshold. With trembling hands, she reached out and pushed against the heavy doors, her breath catching in her throat as they slowly swung open.Daylight flooded the hall, momentarily

The hotel, called "Elysium Heights," was a symbol of luxury in the busy city. Its grand exterior had tall columns and fancy designs, like an old palace.As Eric pulled up to the entrance in Emily’s car, Emily's breath caught in her throat at the sight of the majestic building before her."Eric, is this...?" Emily began, her voice trailing off in disbelief as she took in the sheer magnificence of the hotel.Eric smiled, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes as he helped her out of the car. "Welcome to Elysium Heights," he replied, his voice tinged with pride. "It's the most exquisite hotel in the city, and tonight, it's all ours."As they stepped through the ornate entrance, Emily found herself immersed in a world of luxury and extravagance. The lobby was designed with shimmering chandeliers and plush velvet furnishings, while the air was suffused with the scent of fresh flowers and rich mahogany."Eric, how did you manage to bring us here?" Emily asked, her eyes wide with wonder as she

"I'm glad you asked, Emily," Eric began, his voice tinged with sincerity as he looked into her eyes. "You see, Mr. Radcliffe and I aren't related at all. It's just a coincidence that we share the same last name."Emily furrowed her brow, clearly skeptical. "But you two seem so close. And why does he treat you with such generosity?"Eric forced a smile, hoping to appear convincing. "Well, it's because I once saved his life," he lied smoothly. "A few years back, there was an accident, and I happened to be in the right place at the right time. Mr. Radcliffe was incredibly grateful, and ever since then, he's been like a mentor to me."Emily's eyes narrowed slightly as she studied Eric's face, searching for any signs of deception. But Eric's expression remained steady, his features composed and earnest."I see," Emily said slowly, still clearly uncertain. "And what about your last name? Is there no connection there?"Eric shook his head, his voice firm. "None at all. It's purely coincident