Bryan felt a mix of emotions as he drove away from the Horace estate. His conversation with Jenkins had left him with more questions than answers, but he was grateful for what little sense of hope that their discussion had awakened in him. The uncertainty surrounding his brother's disappearance still lingered, but he felt a sense of determination wash over him. He was one step closer to uncovering the truth, and he was determined to find out more and at the shortest time possible. As he arrived at Ace Security Services, a sense of purpose settled in. He had arranged to meet with one of his sources, a reliable informant who had promised to provide valuable insights into the robbery that had occurred at his family's estate. Bryan's mind raced with possibilities as he entered the office. He was eager to gather any information that could lead him to Josiah.With a deep breath, he approached the reception desk and introduced himself. The receptionist greeted him warmly and led him to the

Bryan woke up with a start, his eyes blurry and his mind foggy. He was lying on a mess of papers and documents, his notes and research scattered all over the bed. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the haze, and sat up slowly.He looked around the room, taking in the chaos that was his workspace. Papers were scattered everywhere, some torn and crumpled, others marked up with notes and highlights. His laptop was open, the screen still glowing with the words he had been typing before he dozed off.Sighing, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the ground. He stood up, stretching his arms and back, and made his way to the bathroom.As he was about to move to the shower, he decided to play a call to his wife, Claire. She answered on the first ring, her voice bright and cheerful."Hey, Bryan! How's it going?""Not great," Bryan replied, his voice low and serious. "We have less than four days to find the intruder who invaded the Oscar family house."There

Bryan turned to look at the lady who was wearing a pink apron and hurrying after him with a bonnet. She wiped her greasy hands on a small towel and looked at him with shifty eyes. “I don't recognize you, why did you call me?" He asked, wondering how a domestic servant was able to recognize him at the Oscar mansion. He had been mistreated there for as long as he could remember, none of the servants paid any heed to him. But when he suddenly recovered, all that they could do was avoid him because they hadn't treated him well while he was still unconscious and his wife used to bring him to a few family gatherings. They were all ashamed to even address him and so they kept away from him entirely. "Sir, wait!" she whispered again, her voice barely audible.Bryan turned to face her, his curiosity piqued. "Yes?"The maid hesitated, glancing around nervously before focusing on Bryan. "My name is Maryam, sir. I've been serving the Oscar family for many years."Bryan's eyes narrowed slightly

As the plane touched down at the airport, Bryan stood at the terminal, his eyes fixed on the arrivals board. He couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - excitement to see his wife, Claire, after her long trip to Paris, and annoyance at having to spend time with his mother-in-law, Freda, who was standing beside him. He would rather be anywhere else, but he knew he had to be here to welcome Claire back home.He had a lot on his mind but right at the forefront was Claire. Her two weeks trip to Paris was finally over and Bryan wished more than anything that she'd had a very happy vacation. Although he highly doubted that with all the calls that he sent her way. He always had one bad thing to report of the other and clearly she'd not been away from the screen of her PC either. She'd been trying to figure out who could possibly be behind the robbery. That was how she'd discovered the transaction into a certain worker's account and right then, as Bryan thought about it, he had a feeling th

The entire Oscar family waited tensely for Arnold to arrive . Grandfather Maxwell's eyes narrowed, his voice growing more menacing by the second. "Arnold should be here by now. I summoned him fifteen minutes ago!"But Freda, never one to miss an opportunity to taunt Bryan, jumped in before anyone else could speak. "Grandfather, please don't be fooled by this spiteful boy! Bryan's just trying to discredit Arnold because he knows you prefer him over him. He's jealous, plain and simple! We all know Arnold would never do anything to hurt the family, he's a young and respectful boy from a decent family."Grandfather Maxwell's face turned a deep shade of crimson as he turned to Freda, his voice low and even. "Freda, that's enough! I won't have you speaking for Arnold or defending him. I have summoned him, shall speak for himself."Meanwhile, Maxwell himself didn't look convinced, he turned to Bryan and asked, "How can we trust this evidence?!" Bryan's eyes never left Grandfather Maxwell's