"How may I help you?" Victor Crowe asked, snapping Mr. Damon out of his stare at the lavish office, drenched in blue paint from top to bottom—couches, office chairs, even the tiles. It reflected the power he wielded in the political world."I guess you already know me," Mr. Damon smiled, adjusting himself and turning his gaze to Victor Crowe, a man in his early fifties with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline."What if I say I don't?" Victor retorted with a straight face, prompting Mr. Damon to force a small laugh."We both know that's not true. Well, if you say so. I'm Mr. Damon Archer, owner of the well-known Archer's law firm and various companies bearing the same name.""And also one of Europe's philanthropists," he added, a proud smirk curling up his lips."Do I need to check the names of companies I visit when I travel?" Victor remained unfazed."Well, you don't, but I assume you're familiar with the Archer's law firm. One of the most sought-after firms in the whole of Europe

Her gaze darted nervously around the room. She wasn't sure if the sounds were playing in her head or mere mind games, but she was certain she heard noises from somewhere in the house.Pulling her phone closer, she attempted to stand and reach for her heels, but her wobbly legs betrayed her. She ended up crawling out of her apartment, glancing back every minute during her crawl until she reached her car.She dragged the handle and it was locked, the keys forgotten inside the house.Returning inside felt like a different realm entirely, an eerie aura surrounding the place but she persisted and brought her phone.She sniffled while dialing Harry's number, her heart pounding against her chest with each ring. But Harry didn't pick up.Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she checked her phone—it was 8:14 PM. She couldn't walk to L&M Hotels, as she knew it was the safest place for her.Standing up with newfound confidence, she strode back into her room, her eyes fixed on the entrance in case th

“I didn't know it would come so fast,” Ms. Oct remarked, walking majestically to settle into one of the couches, while Scarlet stood there, watching her.Watching her settle into the couch brought back memories of the day she'd escorted her to her father, seeing her settle into that same couch, unfazed.Her eyes darted around the large living room, noticing that much hadn't changed—ceilings awaited renovation, the couches and dining area remained untouched, yet the space had been repainted, attempting a subtle transformation.She observed her mother, who settled in, smiling proudly, awaiting Scarlet's speech.“You can have a seat if that's what you need to get started with whatsoever you want to say,” Ms. Oct stated, gesturing to the couch opposite to where she was sitting.“I don't think I need to. I won't be taking time,” Scarlet replied.“Then get started already!” Ms. Oct snapped, glaring at her.“Tell your son to stop the tricks and stop trailing me. It won't benefit him!” Scarle

"Goodbye!" They chorused, waving as Scarlet as they entered their airplane,She stood until the plane took off and ascended into the sky.Rubbing her tired eyes with her arms, she felt exhaustion settling in. Throughout the night, she'd played the role of a vigilant watchman, not allowing herself a moment of sleep as different thoughts jumbled through her mind; thoughts of her crashed car and raided house within twenty four hours still lingered in her mind.Slowly making her way back to her second car, a Honda Fort, she couldn't stifle the inward sigh at how her Christmas had been ruined. What was meant to be a time spent with her younger ones had turned into sending them back a day before the holiday—an unexpected twist of fate.She settled into her car, turned the ignition, and headed back to L&M Hotels.Entering, she sank into the couch with a relieved, audible sigh."Happy Christmas in advance," Jade's voice startled her, causing Scarlet to almost jump out of her skin."Oh my god!

Harry approached the area where the other officers were gathered, spotting Officer Armstrong among them."I need to see your superior. Get him out here," he ordered, drawing everyone's attention to himself.Officer Armstrong stood up and motioned for Harry to follow him to the superior's office."Sir!" Armstrong saluted upon entering the office."He's here regarding the woman with drugs in her home down the street.""Is he her lawyer?" the superior queried, but before Armstrong could respond, Harry interjected, cutting him off mid-sentence."Actually, I'm her guardian, and my lawyer is right here with me," Harry clarified."Ah, I see. Alright, you both can come in," the senior officer replied, gesturing for Harry and Jade to take a seat in front of him."I'm Officer George, the senior officer of this district," he introduced himself, extending his hand with a smug smile.Harry quickly shook his hand, eager to hear about Scarlet's case."The person you're here for had about 400 grams