The wheels screeched loudly against the tarred road as the car turned inward in three sixty-degree directions. “The bastard had something to do with this." He cursed as he drove off angrily. A delivery truck stalled in front of him as he approached the main road. “Get the hell out of the way." Peter barked the words out of his mouth. He sped up the lane, and like a flash, he overtook the truck. He drove as fast as he could, and the moment he got to Victor's apartment, he was happy when he saw Victor's car parked outside. He hurried out of his car and knocked on the door. The second I knocked, he heard the voice boom from inside.“Hold on, I'm coming." And then it was followed by heavy footsteps. Peter balked his fist and wailed patiently. His chest swells and falls as he waits for Victor to open the door, and just as he had anticipated, Victor opens the door, and boom, Peter punches him in the face.“Whoa! What did I do?” “You idiot! After everything my father did for you and your

“Get off!” Tyler screamed at the top of his voice. Peter had a straight face. His mind was made up. He was not going to answer anyone, no matter what, and no matter how hard they pushed themselves on him, his mind was fixed on getting out of those premises. He squinted his eyes and wore his sunglasses quickly. The pressmen and women persisted, still staying on the part to pick out information from him. Peter shook his head, marveling at their self-will and enthusiasm for work. The news was the fastest way to spread bad information. He had known that even as a kid growing up, and that is the same reason he never really liked them till now. They just proved his point right. He doesn't blame them anyway; if they do not get information from trusted family members and friends who have sold themselves to their greed and gossip, none of this will happen. The crowd gradually began to clear out as he approached his car. The driver was already seated, waiting for him at the entrance to the par

The moment Kayla left with the driver. Peter receives a call from Tyler that the building has been opened and the soldiers' guarding habits are all gone. Everywhere was cleared.“That's good”. Peter said to him“They are gone, but they left a note, sir,” Tyler said.“What kind of note?” Peter asked him calmly over the phone.“It's a brown envelope, and I don't know what's in it. It has your name on it." Tyler said it with affirmation in his tone.“I'm on my way," Peter said and grabbed his keys. He didn't have to dress formally; he was not going to have any official meetings. He drove as calmly as he could, not exceeding the limit like he would on a day when he was really upset.When he got to the office, the entire vicinity was clear of the military men who stood by the gate and its environs. Peter smiled at his little victory, and the butterfly in his heart began to bubble. He walked in and checked if everything was intact. The office's main gate was still locked the same way it wa

Tyler was done typing his post when the knock came on the door.“I'm coming, '' he answered sharply, placing the laptop on the dining table. He had ordered a pack of chicken pizza about ten minutes ago. He checked the time on the wall. “That's so fast." He shrugged and wiggled his shoulders briefly as she strolled to the door. He whistled slowly and grabbed the knob. He pulled it, and when the door opened, he stood there in shock.“Whoa! What the hell did you do that for?” He screamed as he took another punch from his attacker. He fell to the ground. Victor looked down at him and got into the apartment. You know I have been watching you closely. I know your schemes and every step you and your foolish boss take, now see? He didn't even bother to protect you or something. And you are here acting like a die-hard fan." Victor snarled the words at him.“What do you want, and what the hell are you doing in my house?” Tyler asked with boldness in his tone. Victor kicked him hard in the ribs.

As the van rumbled away, the atmosphere inside was tense. Fredrick winced in pain as the medical team examined his wound, their expressions grim. Outside, the station loomed, a perfect reminder of the impending trial.Peter paced back and forth in the dimly lit hospital room, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Relief flooded through him like a warm current as he replayed the scene of Frederick being led away in handcuffs by the FBI agents. Finally, justice was served, and the nightmare that had plagued his life for so long was coming to an end.Tyler, lying in the hospital bed, watched Peter with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Hey, Pete, are you okay?" he asked, his voice weak but filled with genuine worry.Peter turned to face him, a smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, Ty, I'm more than okay. I'm ecstatic! Frederick's been caught. He won't be able to hurt anyone else ever again."Tyler let out a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing against the pillows. "T