Chapter Fifty Three: The ConfessionThe atmosphere in the conference room was tense. Chris stood at the head of the table, his expression grave as he addressed the assembled members of the Preston management team."We need to find out who was responsible for the sabotage," Chris declared, his voice steady but filled with underlying anger. “I won't rest until we uncover the truth. I want to see the CCTV footage of everyone who entered Loretta's dressing room."The room fell silent. The weight of Chris's words hung heavily in the air. Just as the IT technician was about to start accessing the CCTV footage, a young woman in the back of the room hesitantly raised her hand. She was an intern at MTD, barely noticeable amidst the senior staff, but now all eyes turned to her.Chris's gaze fixed on her. "Was it you?” He simply asked. She didn’t say anything for two minutes. “We have no time, if you’re confessing, go ahead.”The young intern swallowed hard, her nerves evident as she stood u

Chapter Fifty Four; Unveiling the Saboteur.Loretta made her way up the grand driveway to the Prestons' mansion, her heart pounding.The sprawling estate, with its meticulously manicured gardens and imposing façade, was a stark contrast to the turmoil she felt inside.As she approached the entrance, two maids standing by the door noticed her immediately, their eyes widening in surprise."Ms. Loretta! Please, come in," one of the maids said, stepping aside to allow her entry.The other maid quickly ran off to inform Grandma Preston of Loretta's arrival.Loretta walked through the ornate hallways, her footsteps echoing on the marble floors.She was determined to set things right, to clear her name, and to expose the truth. The atmosphere in the house was tense, filled with the anticipation of the family meeting that was taking place. She could hear muffled voices from the dining room, where everyone was gathered."Grandma, Ms. Loretta is here," the maid announced as she opened the do

Chapter Fifty Six: The Mystery AmuletSinclair stood by the door, anxiously glancing at her watch. She had called her father, an expert in rare and antique jewelry, to help identify a mysterious amulet. Though she had originally called Chris to some and whelp her examine the amulet, she felt that a second opinion was crucial, especially from someone with her father's extensive experience.Besides, she wasn’t sure Har Chris was or how long it would take him to arrive. Sure enough, her father, Mr. Pete, had arrived just in time when the man entered the store. The man was nondescript, dressed in a simple gray suit that had seen better days. His eyes darted around the store nervously, clutching a small, ornate box tightly. "Hi, good day. Where is the manager? I am looking to sell this important piece of jewelry," the man said, his voice tinged with desperation. Sinclair stepped forward with a welcoming smile. "Ah, you are welcome, sir. I am the manager, but I’d like my father to do

Chapter Fifty Eight: The Legend of the Astral Amulet“Dad dis you know about this Amulet before?” Sinclair asked her father.“Yes Mr. Pete, tell us about it, we want to learn.“Okay, Chris, we’ll go after I’m done here.” He said and continued his story. As Mr. Pete sat down with the man, he felt the weight of history pressing down on him. The Astral Amulet, if that’s truly what this was, carried with it a tale that spanned centuries. He cleared his throat and began to recount the history of the pendant, his voice filled with reverence. "The Astral Amulet is said to have been created over two thousand years ago by an ancient civilization known as the Celestians. The Celestians were a highly advanced society that lived in the region we now know as Northern India. They were renowned for their astronomical knowledge and their ability to create intricate and powerful artifacts." Mr. Pete paused, letting the significance of his words sink in. “The Celestians believed that the amule

Chapter Sixty: Unearthing Secrets Chris crouched behind the thick foliage, his breath steady as he peered through the underbrush. The van had pulled up to the secluded cemetery, its occupants unaware of his presence. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the clearing, giving the place an eerie, timeless quality. He watched as the man who had sold the amulet stepped out of the van, soon joined by a small, wiry man with sharp, calculating eyes. Chris's heart quickened. This had to be the leader of their group. "Bruce Lee, were you able to sell it?" the small man asked, his voice carrying an authoritative edge despite his stature. “Hahaha.” Chris laughed and had to shut his mouth for fear of being caught. Was Bruce Lee Really his name or was that like a nick name that the man got himself? Bruce Lee, the man who had sold the amulet, nodded with a satisfied grin. "Yes, I was able to sell it for half a million." The small man's eyes widened, a greedy glint flashing i