"That was actually quite fun, I didn't know you dance do well... Wow! You deserve an accolade," Maria chuckled, referring to Candace. "Well, yea... I'm not so good at dancing. But I can entertain you." Candace replied, her voice echoing through the lobby. Maria and Candace walked side by side, their laughter filling the lobby of the Avendano Villa as they held their glasses of wine. The soft glow of the chandeliers overhead illuminated their faces, and Maria, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, turned to her, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Candace," Maria said, her voice laced with mischief, "you still haven't told me exactly how Nicholas ended up in jail. I need to know, dear... I could make him go back to jail for it and we won't have anything to worry about again. That guy is just such a mess and I can't keep coping with him." Candace smirked, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Do you really think it's necessary any longer, Maria?" she asked, playfully raising an

Gladys stood frozen, a torrent of emotions cascading through her as she watched the cold steel handcuffs encircle her daughter's delicate wrists. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she pleaded with the police, "Please, do not take her away. She did nothing, this is just a little misunderstanding we could solve here." Her voice trembled with desperation, urging them to understand that her daughter was innocent. The police, unmoved by her pleas, turned a stern gaze upon Gladys. "Ma'am, please refrain from saying anything further. You don't want to make things worse for your daughter because things you say here can complicate your daughter's case,," one of the officers warned. Candace locked eyes with her mother, her own gaze filled with fear and sadness. She reached out, touching Gladys' trembling hand, and whispered, "Please, Mom, I don't want to go with them. Just stop them, say something." Gladys's heart ached at the sight of her daughter's distress

The street was already empty as Nicholas kept on looking around, desperate to catch a glimpse of his wife. Something deep within him whispered that something was not quite right. This was exactly where India described, so why wasn't she here? He turned around, his eyes scanning the dimly lit alleyways, hoping to find her silhouette against the shadows. But what he saw instead were three figures emerging from the darkness. The men wore black cloth, their faces hidden behind menacing masks. Each carried a baton, their steps purposeful and threatening. Nicholas felt a knot tighten in his stomach, a flicker of confusion clouding his mind. He took a step back, instinctively creating some distance between himself and the approaching men. "Who are you?" Nicholas' voice trembled as he called out, his words hanging heavy in the silence. There was no response, only a menacing progression. The three men continued forward, their intentions shrouded in mystery. They all l

The helicopter gently touched down on the rooftop of Nicholas's towering company building. As the aircraft's blades whirred to a halt, Nicholas emerged and adjusted his suit, displaying an air of confidence befitting a man of his stature. The security personnel followed suit, maintaining a respectful distance as he strode towards the glass doors, the entrance to his office. Confidently, Nicholas strode into his office, instructing the security personnel to wait outside his door. Nicholas was becoming people's target now and this was what they've been trying to avoid from the beginning. Only a few people knew his real identity, but what would happen when everyone knows that he was the one behind the management and direction of the Royal empire. As he settled into the comfort of his couch, he reached for the telephone, dialing Theresa's number. The sound of her voice brought a brief moment of relief as he spoke, his tone commanding. "Theresa, I need you in my office

Theresa cautiously stepped into the dimly lit and eerily quiet street. She was dressed entirely in black, a black jacket, black trousers, and black boots, all blending seamlessly with the shadows that surrounded her. Her gaze fixed on the row of parked cars, her eyes narrowing as she approached a sleek black Range Rover parked just outside the building. She knew Shane would be out anytime soon, so she needed to act fast. Opening the car door with practiced precision, Theresa settled into the driver's seat, her attention never wavering from the car parked in front of hers. It was a new white SUV car and it belonged to Shane. She adjusted the earbud nestled snugly in her left ear, its tiny wire connecting her to a voice that broke the icy silence. "Is anyone there?" She asked, her finger on the bud, "I am outside now, and I'm in the car, waiting for him to come out." "Theresa, this is HQ. You're in position. Shane should be out there anytime soon, he's started packin