Bryan picked up the phone. He saw that her ID was still on his screen. Could it be that his wife was really calling? Picking up the phone eagerly, he placed it on his left ear, "Hello, Claire?" He called out. There was static noise for a few minutes and then a masculine voice same over the receiver's end, "Hello," it said. Bryan was so shocked that he didn't speak for her next few seconds. "Claire?" He asked and the masculine voice asked who he was. Shortly, the line died again. "Did anyone else hear that?" Bryan asked and looked about the room, hoping that some of the men who were hovering around him must have picked something up. But one night they shook their heads, "We couldn't hear anything, the receiver's volume was really low," one of them replied. Bryan decided to call back again. "I want to place this call on record, I think someone is with her phone," he said and changed the setting to auto record before dialing her number again. But when the call was answered this time

It wasn't long before his coffee arrived and he took the mug from the platter before the lady even put it down. He thanked her as she dropped the pancake on the table but he had no intention of tasting it. Benjamin had just told him something that he didn't want to hear. His wife was doing something behind his back and it was most unpleasant. Who could she possibly be making the transactions with? And what on earth was it for? These were some of the questions that passed through Bryan's mind as he continued to pace. A few minutes later, his phone rang again and this time, he wasn't so eager to look at the caller ID. Something inside him told him already that he wouldn't be so lucky. Right on the screen was his mother-in-law's name. He hadn't seen a call from her in such a long time and the only time that they had to throw words and be rude and mean to each other was when circumstances like what happened the previous day somehow put them in the same room. He had no business calling

The whole table went silent as Grandfather Maxwell spoke. He wasn't just bluffing and those who looked him in the eyes could see that. "Yes, you heard me Bryan, I am going to let the cops do their job, we already have a suspect for her kidnap," he replied boldly. Freda smiled in her seat. She finally had something to hold Bryan. She couldn't wait to get her daughter back and get rid of Bryan at the same time. There was nothing that Claire would say to change her mind. CEO or not, she had her wrapped around her pinky and she would do exactly what she wanted - anything. Right then, Tom began to whisper but all that Bryan did to stop him was to cost him an ugly scowl. "You're still serving me, remember?" He threw it at the older man. Tom looked at Maxwell, hoping that he could say anything to tell Bryan that he no longer would have a servant from the Oscar family if he was being arrested by the cops. Maxwell looked at Tom casually, "That's your master, I'm not going to revoke what I

It was a few days after Claire had been found. His security men were being tripled as grandfather Maxwell had ordered to make sure that it never happened again. Bryan Shill didn't know what had happened to her in those hours but he decided to let it slide. It was just one of the many layers that his wife had and he swore to uncover. Claire had also been a lot more quiet and she didn't want to see her mother for some reason. Bryan could not help but think it was a good improvement - although experience taught him that it would only last for a few days. "Are you ready to go, sir?" Bryan's new driver, Robson, who was newly hired by the family, called out to Bryan. He nodded and walked into the vehicle. It was a cold and dewy morning and he would rather think of a warm breakfast with his wife or perhaps some cup of coffee with Benjamin, but no, he was out to look for Peterson. Every attempt at finding Ramirez, Jacob, and Nate didn't look fruitful at all. All week had been an intense

Bryan didn’t find Freda at home. He was almost accosted by the new guard but the older man arrived and warned him about who Bryan was and why he shouldn’t dare treat him like that. “He is the husband of the director, how dare you speak to him like that?” Ghw older guard said. But this only pissed him off the most. He cocked a brow at him and asked him if that’s all he knew about him. The guard shrugged and nodded. Bryan tried to hide his displeasure as he walked back to his car. Right inside was his driver, Robson and he had a frown on his face. “Boss, did they give you any trouble?” He asked as he saw Bryan’s face. Bryan shook his head, he was not going to be a crybaby and lamented to his driver that some guard had just made a careless statement in an attempt to dissuade his mate. “And if they did, what would you do about it?” Bryan asked sarcastically, raising his brows. The driver turned sharply to look at him. “I could make them apologize, teach them a lesson,” he replied wi