"She's made so much progress, so tell me, why should we not honor her family?" the Tycoon lord said, his voice booming across the room.Xavier let out a sigh of relief, but Sandra knew it was more than that. She exchanged a wary glance with her father. On the other hand Don's face was blazing with anger. The others stood up and greeted Sandra’s father, but Don and his father remained seated, their faces stern.The Tycoon lord cleared his throat, and they all sat down, facing him. "I think the mysterious person is the one who disrupted the party," he said, his eyes fixed on Sandra, and she shifted her gaze, feeling uneasy.She hated attending these meetings because she felt like he was watching her every moment, waiting for her to slip up. The Tycoon lord's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, and she struggled to maintain a neutral expression."You are all slow! Get to work, because I don't know why I haven't received any reports from you all yet!" he said angrily, his voice echoing

We arrived at the grand mansion, and Katherine knocked on the door. A maid answered, and the Alpha showed her a fake ID card. "We're here to investigate," he said, and the maid stepped aside, revealing the parents. The mother was crying, while the father paced back and forth. Marcus cleared his throat to get their attention. "Officer John," Marcus introduced himself, and the father nodded. "Please, have a seat." Marcus and Katherine sat down, and Marcus continued, "Sorry for the misfortune." Marcus expressed his condolences, and the father thanked them. "You both look new here," he observed, his gaze shifting from Marcus to Katherine. Marcus smiled and lied, "We've just been transferred here." The father nodded, and asked, "How may I be of help?""Where was the last place you saw your son?" Marcus asked, and the father glanced at the mother before responding."At the party, he said he was going to dance." The mother's voice cracked as she spoke, tears streaming down her face."D

Marcus emerged from his room, his expression irritated. "They're still unconscious," he said, his voice laced with disdain.Katherine nodded, her eyes narrowing. "Yes, they are," she hissed.Marcus strode past her and entered the room where the culprits were being held. He grabbed a bowl of water and splashed it onto their faces, causing their eyes to snap open."Bastard," one of them muttered, their gaze darting around the room in disarray.Marcus glared at them, his voice firm. "Shut up."He dragged a chair in front of them and sat down, his movements deliberate. From his pocket, he pulled out a photograph of the T-Force group and handed it to them."What do you know about this picture?" he demanded, his eyes boring into theirs.Their eyes widened, their faces pale, as they took in the image.Their eyes darted back and forth between Marcus and the photograph, their fear palpable. "Answer me," Marcus barked, his voice low and menacing.They flinched, which only seemed to irritate Mar

"What's the problem?" Owen asked, his tone laced with annoyance. Amayah nodded, her eyes fixed on him. "He also offered me some cash inside the room. So how did he get that amount of money? That's what I’m wondering," she said, her voice firm. Owen's face lit up with a smile. "That means we're richer than before," he said, his tone dripping with excitement. But Amayah's expression turned into a deep frown. "I don't get it," she said, her voice laced with confusion. Owen rolled his eyes, his impatience evident. "Babe, don't try to act stingy. Where's the money?" he asked, his hand outstretched. Amayah chuckled, a sarcastic glint in her eye. "You're joking, right? You don't expect me to take money from my ex, do you?" she asked, her tone incredulous. "See, Amayah, stop with all this 'my ex' bullshit," Owen said, his voice laced with frustration. "He knew he was your ex when he agreed to go to the room with you." Amayah stared at him in disgust, her eyes wide with disbelief. "So

Marcus's phone rang, breaking the silence, and he saw Sandra's name flashing on the screen. He picked up, his voice firm. "Yes?""Can you come over? It's urgent," Sandra said, her voice laced with a hint of desperation."Okay, I will," Marcus responded, his expression unreadable."Now!" Sandra begged, her voice cracking.Marcus nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "Okay," he said, and with that, he ended the call.Kathrine raised an eyebrow. "Who's that?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her."Sandra, she needs me to come over,” Marcus mumbled, his eyes already distant.Kathrine nodded, and Marcus stood up, his movements swift. He put on his jacket, picked up his car keys, and drove off.Marcus arrived at the house, his heart racing with anticipation. He knocked, and Sandra swiftly opened the door, pulling him inside with a sense of urgency."Did you see anyone?" she asked, her eyes scanning the surrounding area.Marcus shook his head, confusion etched on his face. "No,