**some days later** The phone rang. "Hello!" Lecter picked up his phone, "Who is this?" “It's me, the PI. I have gotten a lot of information on the company run by Morris. How do I get them to you?" The investigator asked. “That's a silly question. How have you been giving me information all this while? Place copies of what you have in the trash box," Lecter said and the PI muttered incoherent things after a silence. "If it's your payment that you are worried about, be rest assured, if the information you got is as good as I think, you will get more." Lecter ended the call afterwards. - There was a knock on Lecter's office door. "Come in." He said. A man with an all-black outfit and a hoodie covering his head entered. It was the private investigator. Lecter frowned. "I thought to deliver these myself sir," the PI said. “Do you not know that you probably bring more attention to yourself because of what you're wearing?" Lecter asked him sarcastically. The PI just smirked

Chapter 23 Dinner had quickly taken a turn as Lecter refused all of Morris' meals. Coincidentally, Venita had to miss the dinner to seal a deal with a fashion company which couldn't wait. Morris, on the other hand had just said something utterly provocative to Lecter.“What are you talking about?” He spat at Morris who stared at him, no remorse on his pale stricken face. “Kent did a good job hiding the truth from you but now he’s dead and I’ve been caught so there’s no reason to hold the truth from you anymore.” “What truth are you talking about, you despicable low-life?” Morris cackled, resembling a man who’s sanity had been stripped from him, “I may be a despicable low-life or a murderer. But your father isn’t that far off.” He grinned, “Your father was the one who took away from you the privilege of having a mother, not me.” Lecter felt as though he would soon implode. He wrinkled his forehead, trying to push away the migraine that was soon followed. Enraged, he dashed towar

“Must we do that?" Anna asked, exhaustion trailing on her face. “Yes, yes, we must. Your crazy stepmother must see how big and rich we are so that we can rub it in her face. " Lecter said. “Yeah, I want to see her face looking like shit. I hate her so much." Anna said after thinking for a moment. "You know what? I'm on board. Let's go and make her cry." For several weeks, Anna planned the most elaborate wedding party ever. It had a lot of allure; a well-recognized musician would attend, and she hosted the party at the most prestigious place. She put the wedding online; a website was even created for it. "Did you get the invite for Anna's wedding?" Mia asked her mother Her mother answered. "Yes, yes. Lecter put a bunch of lies in it; I have no idea who they are trying to show off. He must have had to suck off an old woman's cunt for that to happen." She laughed. “I wish he had sucked me off instead. I would have paid for it. " Mia joked. “Ugh, you're disgusting. Don't say dumb

Chapter 27 Lecter and Anna stood hand in hand at the edge of a pristine beach. The setting sun's golden rays cascaded a light glow over their beautiful bodies. They had arrived in the vibrant city of Rio de Janeiro for their honeymoon, eager to embark on a journey of love and passion in paradise. They strolled along the sandy shores, their laughter mingling with the gentle sound of the waves crashing against the shore; Lecter pulled Anna into his arms, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. He pulled away and pointed at the part of the beach. "That part of the beach was in the cartoon; the blue parrot was kidnapped, and he escaped somewhere around that place." “That is not a good reason to stop kissing me." She said flirtatiously and Lecter tried smiled. "I know what you want." He carried her up, lifting her from the floor. “Hey, hey, put me down now." She demanded with a cackle. “No!" Lecter refused. Lecter walked into the room, busting through everything. He closed

Chapter 29 Confusion hung thick in the air as the stakeholders of Lecter's company gathered in the boardroom, their brows furrowed with concern. A particular deal, one that had promised great potential for the company, was now causing nothing but headaches and setbacks. Despite their best efforts, they couldn't make any headway, and tensions were running high as they struggled to find a solution. Kurt, the head of the negotiations team, was directly working for Lecter, like his wingman; he stood at the head of the table, his frustration evident in every line of his face. He had poured countless hours into trying to close the deal, but every time he thought he was making progress, something would come along to derail his efforts. With a heavy sigh, Kurt addressed the room, his voice tinged with defeat. "I'm sorry, but we've hit a roadblock with this deal. No matter what we do, we can't seem to get it across the finish line. They keep asking and demanding impossible things, and I