“Okay, listen. My grandfather is a popular name among the richest families in the country. He is known to be the sole owner of the Imperial Society Syndicate,” Paul explained, still trying to hide the fact that Grandpa Leonard had now willed most of his possessions to him and put him as the head of the syndicate.Camille listened intently, her brows furrowed in concentration as Paul continued.“He has a lot of allies but also enemies. It's impossible to be that wealthy and influential without having a host of enemies who want to kill you.”“Hmm, I guess you are right,” Camille nodded.“Yes. He is currently in his most vulnerable state right now as he is lying on that hospital bed. If I had enough strength, I would have fought off the paramedics and prevented them from bringing them here. He has more than enough to give himself private medical care which is top-notch.”“That is why I have been asking about his condition. I am very sure that several men from these families would have be

There was satisfaction within her soul that the first steps of her plan worked out.The room was empty - free for her to do what she wanted.She angled her gaze to the Public Address System. It was mounted on the wall just opposite the door. It had a speaker and a control panel just below it.Knowing that she had very little time, she locked the door behind her and moved over to the control panel, her hands trembling slightly as she took the microphone.She took a deep breath. It was now or never - she then spoke into the microphone. “Attention, please! Attention! There is a fire situation in the building. Attention once again! There is a fire situation in the building. Please evacuate the premises immediately. All occupants are required to leave through any of the exits available. Orderliness is required as you carry on the process.”The sound from the public address system meandered through the halls and traveled through every room prompting the occupants to freeze, their bodies jol

He got closer than ever. He couldn't stop - if he did, he would be surrendering to the people pursuing him. He thought of flying over the barrier but that would be too dangerous. The trunk was very huge and if there was a little crash from the bottom of the vehicle, it could lead to an accident. He didn't want that, especially not with an unconscious 75-year-old man in his backseat.“Paul! Let's pull over. We can't continue. Let's pull over,” Camille screamed on top of her voice as they approached the barrier. “Just stop!”Paul kept silent, refusing the listen to Camille’s jittery plea.With his mind racing, Paul swerved the vehicle, its body tilting to the side and prompting incredible chaos. Camille’s heart felt like it was going to pop out of her chest any minute as the vehicle’s tires almost skidded off the road.In an apt show of expertise, Paul controlled the vehicle to swerve back into the road after passing through the tiny opening that the barrier had not covered.Paul’s musc

He then turned toward Lady Winston - his lips were pursed and his breath coming in short gasps.With his voice quivering, he uttered, “My Lady, I am sorry but this procedure—”He paused for a bit because of the darting glare that Lady Winston threw towards him. “What's with the procedure? Is that what we discussed? Didn't you tell me it was a simple procedure and there wouldn't be problems?” She asked.“Yes, yes My Lady,” he mumbled. “It's just that she needs to eat. Her physical state is not ripe for the procedure. I can't give her the injections that would put her to sleep so that I can carry out the abortion because she needs food. She is very weak right now.”“Who cares if she is weak? You told me it was an unorthodox abortion method so why are you now acting as if you are trying to give a lecture on surgery,” Lady Winston raised her voice angrily.In truth, Doctor Lopez had told Lady Winston that he was going to adopt an unorthodox approach to perform the surgery but that was onl

Mr. Hartlane was one of the workers who died a horrible death. He discovered the tattoo of an owl with sharp claws on one of his male colleagues and queried him about it. Mr. Hartlane began to suspect that there were others who had the same tattoo working amongst them and who had ulterior motives.The next day it was reported that he committed suicide because he was found hanging on a rope. People wondered how a man like Mr. Hartlane who was jovial and didn't seem to have any psychological or emotional challenges suddenly killed himself. But people like Sophie and Dexter who worked closely with the dangerous Kazitanis informants knew that it wasn't a suicide situation - Mr. Hartlane was murdered because he went too far and he was curious to know things that he should have just laid to bed.“Keep your voice low, Sophie,” Dexter hushed. “They won't find out okay? You don't need to worry about me. Just go on with your work.”“And how do you know that, huh?” Sophie queried, her eyes dart