As Eric and Emily arrived at the Walter family’s residence. Mia, Emily's younger sister, greeted them at the door with a bright smile. She had always had a fondness for Eric, and seeing him with her sister brought a grin to her face.As they entered the house, Eric couldn't help but notice the tense atmosphere. Mr. Walter, the family’s head, wore a grumpy expression, while Simon, Emily's disapproving cousin, sneered in the corner. Emily's mother, Dolores, however, was filled with warmth, her smile genuine as she thanked Eric for bringing her daughter home safely."Thank you, Eric," Dolores said, her voice filled with gratitude. "For bringing Emily back safely."Eric was taken aback by Dolores's sudden change in demeanor. It seemed that her hatred towards him had melted away, replaced by genuine appreciation.Dolores led Eric to the sitting room, where the rest of the family had gathered. She seemed genuinely grateful for his presence, regardless of his financial status. It was as if

As Maria Bolton stepped out of the hospital, her face hidden behind dark shades, the weight of her recent ordeal bore heavily upon her. Flanked by her loyal men, she walked with a determined stride, her boldness unshakable despite the turmoil that churned within her.Upon arriving at the autistic center, Maria's heart clenched with dread as she prepared to face the reality of her brother's deteriorating condition. With a heavy heart, she made her way to George's room, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.Pushing open the door, Maria was met with a scene of chaos. George, her beloved brother, was in the midst of a meltdown, his troubled mind spiraling out of control. He screamed and thrashed about, his actions fueled by a storm of confusion and distress."George, it's me, Maria," she called out, her voice trembling with emotion as she approached him. But her words seemed to fall upon deaf ears as George's behavior only escalated, his screams growing louder with each passing mom

The news hit Eric like a freight train, leaving him reeling with disbelief and shock. Drugs found in Enermig? The company he had built from the ground up, a pillar of his legacy, now tainted by scandal and corruption. It was a punch to the gut, a betrayal of everything he had worked so hard to achieve.As he paced back and forth in his office, Eric's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, frustration, and disbelief surged through him like a tempest, threatening to consume him whole. How could this be happening? First, the ring went missing, and now this?He clenched his fists, his knuckles white with tension, as a torrent of curses spilled from his lips. It was as if the universe had conspired against him, hurling one obstacle after another in his path. It was too much to bear, too overwhelming to comprehend.With each passing moment, Eric's face hardened, fueled by a fierce determination to uncover the truth and clear his name. There had to be an insider, someone with a vend

After scouring through the work documents with meticulous attention to detail, Eric's eyes finally landed on the name that would unravel the mystery surrounding the drug smuggling at Enermig. The culprit's name was James Sullivan, a 32-year-old man of average height with a rugged appearance that belied his deceptive nature.James Had grown up in a small town on the outskirts of the city, where he lived with his wife and two young children. Despite his outwardly ordinary life, James Harbored a dark secret – a history of run-ins with the law and ties to the criminal underworld.As Eric delved deeper into James 's background, he uncovered a trail of deceit and betrayal that stretched back years. From petty thefts to drug trafficking, James had dabbled in various criminal activities, always managing to stay one step ahead of the law.It was clear to Eric that James had been recruited by Maria Bolton as a pawn in her scheme to bring down Enermig. With his criminal past and desperate need

Eric remained seated, his eyes fixed on James Sullivan as he cavorted with the women in the VIP section. With nimble fingers, Eric quickly recorded the scene on his phone, capturing James's flirtatious gestures.As James's gaze met Eric's, a chill ran down Eric's spine. It was as if James had sensed his presence all along. Eric held his breath as James’s eyes did a once over at him, feeling a surge of revulsion at the man's lecherous gaze. But he maintained his composure, offering James a sly wink and a toss of his artificial ginger hair.James's reaction was immediate—he averted his gaze, discomfort evident in his demeanor. Eric's smirk widened as he realized he had succeeded in rattling James.Determined to press his advantage, Eric rose from his stool and sauntered over to a spot where James couldn't miss him. With practiced nonchalance, he struck a pose and lifted his vodka glass to his lips, holding James's gaze with a steely determination. This was his moment to seize control of