BASEMENTMr. Frederick was bent on finding out where that loudmouth called Sydney was. The fact that she made it publicly known to everyone and the media that Michael had been kidnapped was on the verge of ruining his plans, as the police would soon be raiding the country, looking for the son of the wealthiest man in the country.Michael was still on the floor, groaning in pain, but then he was shocked about how Mr. Frederick spoke about killing someone as if it were a mere chicken."No, you can't do that. She's just a girl, a student. Why would you send someone to eliminate her?" Michael said, spitting out blood from his mouth. He had been beaten so hard that when he spoke, he occasionally coughed out blood from his mouth as he had been injured all over."Shut up, you idiot! You should be lucky that it wasn't your father who let out this information to the media. If it were him, I'd have killed you already and tried to find out another way to hold him ransom," Mr. Frederick spouted i

THE BASEMENTMichael stood watching Damien, frustrated and banging the wall with his fist about twice. It was evident that Damien was going through a lot and probably had no idea how to overcome this obstacle in his life.Michael thought about his own situation and sighed. He heard the call, he heard the way Damien's wife spoke to him like he didn't care about their daughter, all because he didn't have enough money to pay their daughter's bill."Mr. Frederick must be taking advantage of Damien, knowing that he was in dire need of money and could find a real source of income other than this dirty job of having them capture me," Michael wondered, growing curious about the circumstances.Michael was deeply affected by the news of Damien's daughter's condition. He couldn't keep it to himself; he needed to do something about it. He realized that Damien had recently entered this line of work solely to help his daughter, who was in the hospital."I have to do something. There's no way Mr. Fr

“I still can’t believe Frederick will be this ungrateful after all I have done for him. Why must men always backbite?” Mr. Winchester said in annoyance. He couldn’t believe the manager of one of his biggest companies would be behind his son’s abduction.Mr. Charles stood beside him with his arms wrapped around his chest, completely lost in his thoughts. He was excellent at giving business advice to the billionaire, but this was a different case. He knew for a fact that a wrong decision might claim the life of his boss's only son, but he couldn’t let Frederick take away what his master had spent years building.“What do you suggest we do?” Mr. Winchester asked in frustration. Mr. Charles was quiet; this was the first time he could not answer his boss when he usually asked him for an opinion.“Say something, Charles; you can’t remain quiet forever,” Mr. Winchester yelled in disappointment. He knew he had to say something; after all, that is what he was paid for. But he knew his opinion

The prison corridor felt cold and damp as Mr. Winchester walked down it. The echoing footsteps filled the air, and he finally got to Mr. Frederick's cell. The two guys were like night and day – Mr. Winchester all spiffy, looking like he owned the place, and Mr. Frederick a mess, with this arrogant expression on his face.The cell door creaked open, and Mr. Winchester stepped in. He gave Mr. Frederick a look, not too happy. "Fredrick, you screwed up big time. Trying to hurt my son was a dumb move, and now you're gonna pay for it."Mr. Frederick, laying on his bunk, smirked at Mr. Winchester. "Winchester, you act like your kid is the only one with enemies. There are bigger forces at play, and your precious Michael is in more danger than you think."Getting up close, Mr. Winchester said in a low, serious voice, "Your threats won't help. My son's gonna be safe, and you'll rot in here for what you did."Fredrick chuckled, and it sent a shiver through Mr. Winchester. "You're clueless, Winch

“Charles, I want you to do some real research of the people we have been associated with for the past 25 years and see if you can get any information about a woman named Eva” Mr Winchester instructed as he continued pacing back and front with his arms crossed behind him."On it, sir," Mr. Charles responded as he departed, leaving his boss to the outside."How could she have known that Mr. Frederick was being interrogated and was on the verge of exposing her? Who could she be, and what does she want from Mary and my son?" Mr. Winchester pondered slowly in his deep thoughts..The fact that she got the inspector transferred within few hours really shook the hell out of him. Mr Winchester couldn’t even believe how influential she was that the whole police headquarters turned deaf ears to his request to prevent the Inspector’s transfer.“I am sorry sir, the only Eva i found was a sister to one of your investors. But she passed away 15 years ago,” Mr Charles said out as he returned.That ca