“There's one thing I need you to have in mind, is your opinion about my brother, means absolutely nothing to me.” Beatrice took a closer look to scan Lincoln's bruised and bloody face. “The card… you said you have it? Can I have it?” Her patience was wearing thin. Lincoln scoffed, “Hold your horses cowgirl. I don't have it… but I can arrange for you to receive it.” Beatrice burst out a mocking laugh, “You don't make arrangements for me Mr. Lincoln, I have people for that… I'm not exactly certain you're even working alone.” She had a hunch he was sent by Byron. And this was probably one of their tricks to either kill her or get her out of the way, same way they did with her brother. “I work for no bastard! Believe it or not I don't care!” Lincoln barked, his expression dark. Beatrice cocked a brow as she sensed the seriousness in his tone. Byron must have done something to his cousin for him to wanna betray him this much. “Well if you really wanted to bring me the cards as you'

“It's….”Beatrice immediately dropped the call, not wanting to hear more than she already heard. Alex not being a Smith was a secret she was ready to take to the grave.Her heart raced more than usual as she shut her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves and emotions.She wouldn't wanna show Lincoln how worked up and restless the tape she just heard made her feel. “Curse you Henry.” She muttered, gritting her teeth in pain. He was never meant to go close to Byron. Now Byron had gotten access to his phone and she was the one to suffer for his foolishness.“If Byron could have access to Henry's phone, I doubt he was the one who killed himself.” Beatrice said to Lincoln who just rolled his eyes.“Think whatever it is you want… But would you love for the whole world to know your brother impregnated you and you gave the child to a….” Before Lincoln county finished, Beatrice cut him short.“Shut up! You have no evidence!”Lincoln smirked, “There's always a DNA test to prove things

“Don't listen to him, Jack. Do your job.” Liam muttered with a cold look.Jack did a metal check on Byron then he said, “Hand me the keys! This obviously isn't your car! Don't make me repeat myself or things are going to get really ugly.”Those words got Byron frowning real good. “And it's obvious you've had too much to drink. Because only a drunk man would listen to a word from a lunatic!” He barked, indicating Liam as the lunatic.“Jokes on you then! I might just take drastic action if you keep insisting! This Rolls-Royce is worth more than 104.9 million dollars. There's no way in hell a pauper like you can afford such a thing except you stole it or you're about to steal it!” Liam sneered.Jack added, “My thoughts exactly! For all we know, the owner could actually be in the store!”Yvonne frowned, “What the…”“Say the fuck you want, I don't give two fucks! All I know is, this car is mine!”Liam and Jack burst out laughing almost immediately. Liam especially was hundred percent certa

“....In the news…. Mrs Smith was found dead in her apartment, about an hour ago… more updates will be brought to you shortly….” Sara ran her fingers through her hair then her eyes left the TV in front of her and darted over to Byron. “This is impossible.” Sucre and Lincoln said almost the same time.. “She can't be dead!” Lincoln frowned. As they all expressed their dissatisfaction about the news, Byron had an expressionless face, while going through his phone. “I'm sorry.” Sara tapped Byron's shoulder. “Why are you sorry?” Byron scoffed, zooming into the dead pictures of Beatrice online. “Well… she's your stepmom and….” “I never considered her family.” Byron cut her short, “If anything, she deserves what she got but it would have been more deserving if I was the one who squeezed life out of her the way she did with my father.” Byron explained. “The tape we got is useless.” Tbaj said, biting his lower lip hard. “I feel bad for Alex, how do you think she'd feel?” Sucre said out

“How much are we talking about here? A thousand? Million?” Franklin asked with a smile. It's going to take more than just mere pennies for him to work for the enemy even if he was no longer working for Derek.“A million dollars and more. But we have to meet up.” Franklin shook his head, “I need something from you. I'd be using that to do whatever job it is you want to carry out.”“Which is?” Byron asked.“The tape from Mrs Beatrice and also, one of the cards you took from the vault.” Franklin explained.“What do you need Beatrice's tape for?” Byron raised a suspicious brow.Franklin shrugged, “It's not useful to you. And I'd love to make some cash with it.” He explained, building Byron's interest even more.“We have a deal then.” Byron smirked, “There's a white statue of the Greek god in Crescent Park, I need you there in an hour.” Byron explained, “Do you have a brown suit?”“Yes.”“Wear it and a red tie. That way, we'd know who you are once we arrived.” Without waiting for a respon