The search for the guard was like navigating a labyrinthine puzzle, each twist and turn akin to unravelling a cryptic enigma.It felt as elusive as chasing a spectre through the veils of fog, every step echoing with the tension of an unseen spectre lurking in the shadows, the suspense building with each heartbeat, akin to pursuing a ghost through a hauntingly intricate maze.The security team and the guards ransacked every part of the mansion, searching for the mysterious guard, but all to efforts proved futile."Any sign of him around." Alex Waynee asks Captain Paul Lex, who was just coming out of a room, His face was laced with gloom."No Sire! Finding this guard would be like finding a needle in a realm of Whispers, it's as though he vanished into the very fabric of air itself." His voice laced a bit hoarse."Or, He stabbed Michael Belmar, rigged the alarm systems not to go off and went out through the fence." Alex Waynee's voice slightly above Whispers, he made faces at the guard,

Mrs Mary's voice was barely above Whispers as she also gazed at Alex Waynee who still had this weird and annoying smile."Hey! Loser, why are you even smiling…keep those poor dentitions of yours away from this table." "I don't want you contaminating my food." She said as she stared at Sandra who was almost at the door.Staring at his wristwatch, Alex Waynee could only wonder why Eric Raymond hadn't restored light to the building.Peering through the peephole, she saw a man, gazing back at her family, she shuddered a bit."Who is there?" Her voice was laced with trepidation as she held the door handle, her hands wobbly."It's the postman…I have an urgent delivery." His voice is Vehement."Did any of you order anything?" Sandra's voice is slightly above Whispers, she tried to avoid the stranger hearing her."No! We didn't." Mr Robert and his wife answered simultaneously."What of you, Alex?" Her gaze askance at Alex Waynee."Does he have any money to buy flip-flops?" Mrs Mary's voice w

"What about her…is she in any kind of danger?" Alex Waynee's voice was faced with fear.Beads of sweat build down his face, as he stares intently into Eric Raymond's face."She isn't in any trouble, Young master.""I know this might sound obnoxious or stupid…but I think Sandra Douglas is our culprit." His voice barely above Whispers, as he stares around making sure no one is hearing their conversation.As Alex Waynee was about to talk, he paused for a waiter to get past them before he continued.Staring at Eric's stern face, he was as confused as the tangled web of suspicion and uncertainties that surrounded them.The dimly lit restaurant provided a cloak of Shadows, intensifying the gravity of their clandestine discussion."Are you sure about this, Eric?" Alex Waynee questioned, his eyebrows furrowed in skeptism."Our Intel has never been wrong, We have been monitoring her for some time now." Eric Raymond's voice barely Whispers."Wait you have been monitoring my fiancé? Behind my ba

Sandra's SUV sped past some pedestrians."Hey! Watch it." One of them yelled at her.Sandra was sweating profusely inside the air-conditioned car.Her thoughts raced as she recalled everything that happened in the room.'I could swear that the file looked like Elvis Global Empire documents…or were my eyes deceiving me?''And what does he mean by that last statement…I have always been truthful to him.''The only thing I haven't told him is what happened between me and Edward Hinnberg that made me break up with him.''Apart from that, I haven't held anything back from him.''Does he think I am hiding something?' Her face furrows in a mix of anxiety and curiosity as she steers the SUV through the bustling city streets.The rhythmic honking of horns and the distant sound of urban life served as a discordant backdrop to Sandra's internal turmoil.The accusatory voice of the pedestrians lingered in the air.An unintended reminder of the unspoken truth and unraveling secrets that now cast a

Her hands were wobbling as she held the gun over Alex Waynee's head.'What if the sound sets off a noise in the neighborhood?' Her thoughts raced.Looking around in trepidation, her heart beating very fast, she grabs a pillow and covers the barrel of the pocket pistol.Staring in his face, Memories of the good times they had together floods her mind.Although their relationship had been kind of complicated, with her parents always picking on Alex Waynee due to their misbelief that the trillionaire is a poor brat.'I can't do it''I can't do it'She immediately stands up from the bed and walks over to the mirror.Tears well down her eyes as she toggles her hands into her hair.Picking up her phone, she scrolls up and searches for the contact who had sent her that message earlier.I CAN'T DO IT.PLEASE, LEAVE MY LOVED ONES OUT OF THIS.KILL ME INSTEAD.Her face was etched with gloom, her eyes welling with tears as she typed out the message.Lying on her bed, she gazed into the dark sky