Dexter spun around to see James, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. How did James know he was with the chief of police? The chief sat in his office, a crooked smile playing on his lips as he looked at James, understanding what he was to do next. Turning to Dexter,  Mr. Dexter, you can go sir, it's very obvious that you're not involved in all this ruckus. Just put your fingerprint on the scanner and you can leave,” the chief instructed.“we will put our hearts and make sure to find the criminal responsible.” Dexter hesitated, his mind racing. How did James know of the incident. And why was the chief suddenly letting him go?  With a sense of unease, Dexter placed his finger on the scanner, the machine beeping as it registered his fingerprint. The chief

Jack's eyes blazed with anger as he glared at his sister, a tense silence hanging between them. Alex shot her a warning look, urging her to keep quiet to avoid Dexter overhearing their conversation. "Shut up, Ivy," he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice low and urgent. "Go back to your room."Just as Ivy reluctantly turned to leave, a door creaked open, and Richard emerged from Dexter's room, his phone pressed to his ear. With a practiced ease, he feigned a casual conversation, exchanging pleasantries with the twins as he made his way past them. "Yes, of course, we'll discuss the details later," he said smoothly into the phone, nodding politely at Jack and Alex.As Richard left the hallway, the twins exchanged a quick, wary glance before turning their attention back to the task at hand. The air crackled with tension as they both knew they were walking on thin ice. The urgency of the situation hung heavy in the air, and they knew they had to tread carefully to avoid any missteps.

Dexter's heart raced as he scrolled through the file on his phone. The numbers and names on the screen seemed unreal, as if they belonged to a different world. He sank into his office chair, feeling the weight of the shocking revelation. How could this be happening?With trembling fingers, he dialed Richard's number, his mind still reeling from the discovery. Richard answered the call, his voice strained from trying to pacify the agitated executives in Dexter's absence."Dexter, when will you be back?" Richard's voice crackled through the phone.Dexter took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before speaking. "Richard, I need you to round up the meeting and apologize to the executives. I won't be able to hold the meeting anytime soon."There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Richard responded, "What's going on, Dexter? Is everything okay?"Dexter struggled to find the right words to explain the situation. "I... I can't talk about it right now. Just tell t