“You just need to hold the fort here, elder brother and I will handle cleaning up everything else. Oh, also, do well to monitor father's health, the family can't stand losing the patriarch at this time, not with what happened with the Burton and Williams families.” Laura ended with a sigh, raising a brow as she inquired if he had kept up with her entire statement as well as the instructions.The man in a lab coat before her nodded in response, clearing his throat right after to give his worded reply. “Understood, young miss. While it's unfortunate that I can't move young master Saul's body immediately due to how much attention the police are giving his murder, I'll have someone go over to check on the patriarch. You can rest assured.”Watching him silently, Laura rose and walked out of his office, her guards right at her heel.Sighing tiredly, Surgeon rubbed at his eyes, slipping on his gloves as his eyes rested on the door to his office.“Just how long do you intend to hide there?”

For the umpteenth time that week, the parking lot before the warehouse that served as the headquarters for the greatest information broker in and outside the empire was graced with the war god's presence.Stepping out of the car as the doors were opened for him, Arthur folded the sleeves of the white shirt he changed into and walked briskly to the warehouse, eager to achieve his current objective as quickly as he could.Once again the doors to Charles' office opened and the Rhyfel family's heir stepped in, his eyes scanning the room before meeting the gaze of the room's owner.“Welcome back, sir.” Charles rose to his feet and offered his greetings, gesturing at the chair before his desk for Arthur.Nodding in response to his salutations, Arthur took a seat on the chair before him, assuming a comfortable posture before he asked. “I take it you already know about what happened?”With a knowing smile, he replied, “Yes sir. Well I must say you considered quite the flashy way of taking out

The investigation into the murder of the man called " the Good Doctor" or better known as the Surgeon to the likes of Arthur Rhyfel, was going nowhere. Detective Jameson, the one who had been placed in charge of the cases involving the great families, sat at his desk, sipping his coffee which had grown cold, staring at the stack of files in front of him. The more he dug, the more he realized that the Hughes family was involved. Again.As one of the few within the force that the commissioner confided in, he was already aware of their involvements from the more popular cases like with the massacre of the police taskforce, to the less known ones like Saul Hughes' murder.For the past few weeks, every major case they encountered seemed to have the oh so great family as the hurdle before them."Damn it!" he slammed his fist on the desk, making his partner, Detective Rodriguez, jump.Looking from her annoyed colleague to the documents before her, she wore a confused expression as she attem

Arthur raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Anything, Wellesley? You're willing to give me anything?"That was his first genuine show of reaction since the interaction started and normally that would be a bad sign but it seemed Wellesley was much too distracted to think about that, or perhaps he did consider it but wrote it off as unimportant.Wellesley nodded frantically, his eyes returning to the floor after meeting Arthur's gaze for the briefest of moments. "Yes, anything! Just please, don't hand me over to the police! I'll do anything, just don't let them take me away!"“Is that so?” Arthur asked, his seemingly clueless tone further unsettled the crouching man who understood that it was an obvious attempt at taunting, and a somewhat successful one at that.“Yes sir, please. I won't last a day inside prison. Please.” Wellesley put aside his pride and ego and begged. It was not something he would have ever imagined himself doing in his lifetime, but it was ne

“What? How did you come to that conclusion?!” The commissioner asked, genuinely curious as to how the man before him, the victim in this case, was able to arrive at such an answer.Shaking his head from side to side, Arthur replied. “No, that's for you to find out. Also, as far as anyone is concerned, you were the ones who originally had the lead and were preparing for his arrest.”Commissioner Geston understood the reasoning behind his statement and while he didn't not fully agree with his way of doing things, he did not have any other options.The plan was simple, while the commissioner or his subordinates would pressure Wellesley to get more answers, they could also reassure the public by showing that the force was making considerable progress.“Well then,” his remark cut off the commissioner’s train of thought and grabbed his attention just as he continued. “I'll be on my way now. Keep me posted.”Arthur turned to leave, a bit eager to get started on his next objective. He has pla