Lucy, not wanting to paint a bad image of the Willmonts before their granddaughter, took Drake's hand and pulled him to a corner of the park, leaving agent Conner alone with Michelle."What do you think you're doing?" Drake asked, angrily, pulling himself from her grip. "I thought you were a nice person Lucy, but I guess I was mistaken.""It's not what you think, Drake." Lucy tried to make Drake understand."It's not what I think? Then what is it?" Drake probed further, trying as much to suppress the anger that was surging through him."Believe me, Drake, I didn't know she was your daughter as at the time I resigned from the Sullivan's group. It was after I had taken the job that I knew she was your daughter." Lucy's soft voice pierced through the night, as she tried to pacify Drake's rage."But even after you knew she was my daughter, you still didn't say anything about it. Do you have any idea what is happening to the relationship I have with my daughter?"Lucy hesitated for a momen

Michelle's cries echoed through the night as Viking's men tried to force her into their car, but their sinister plan was suddenly disrupted by the arrival of another vehicle, it's tyres screeching as it came to a stop.Lucy looked up, a feeling of relief washed over her, as she recognised the car to be Drake's car. While Viking's men were still watching, Drake and Conner leapt out of the car, ready to confront the kidnappers."Who the hell are you?" One of the kidnappers asked, his voice rising with indignation, unable to recognise Drake as the delivery guy who had once brought a wrong package to Viking, and whom they ended up beating up mercilessly.Drake's eyes blazed with a fierce determination, as he recognised them as Viking's men, remembering the previous encounter with them at Woodruff. He had always looked forward to the day when he'll be give them a payback for beating him mercilessly, leaving him for dead.Michelle's bodyguard, who had been knocked out earlier, was back up o

Lucy welcomed the day with high hopes. She had planned he day in advance and first on her to-do list was to visit the mall and get some groceries, as they were already running out of supplies.As she went through the shelves picking up the things which she had written on her list, she sensed someone was following her. Turning behind, she was greeted by Jacob Morgan, her supposed grandfather.She was scared at first, but she quickly composed herself, not wanting to make the old man uncomfortable. "Is that all you're buying?" Jacob asked, pointing at the items in Lucy's trolley."I... I...." Lucy stammered, not knowing what to say. She just couldn't help but stare at the old man who was standing right in front of her, and to bring herself to accept the fact that he was her grandfather."Go ahead and pick as much as you want to pick. All bills on me," Jacob said, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.Lucy could feel her discomfort increasing. She imagined what could have happened i

Lucy arrived at the Hilltop Café just in time to meet up with Jacob Morgan. It would be the first time since she was born that she would be visiting the Hilltop Café, which was one of the most classy cafés in town.Hilltop cafe was known for it's warm, inviting, and cozy atmosphere that made customers feel right at home. The walls were painted a soothing shade of light brown, and the floors were made of dark hardwood, polished to a warm sheen. The ceiling was high and vaulted, with exposed beams that added to the rustic charm of the space.The cafe also offered the best selection of teas, hot chocolate, and fresh juices, making it the most classy of all the cafe's in San Marino.Lucy took a brief moment to scan through the area, her eyes moving from one end of the café to the other. Behind the counter, the baristas were busy crafting expertly made drinks, from rich and creamy lattes to bold and flavorful pour-overs. She took on a deep breath as she imagined herself taking a sip from o

“Donald, please... We can find a way to resolve this without violence. Shooting either of us won't solve anything. Let's talk.” Her voice trembled with fear, but she refused to let it overpower her determination to find a peaceful resolution. Donald's eyes narrowed, his grip on the gun tightening as he contemplated Prisca's plea. His face contorted with anger and frustration. “There's nothing to talk about Prisca! Drake deserves to pay!” Donald spoke up, his voice filled with rage. "My life has become a total mess right from the very day I set foot in this organisation. I can no longer take this!"Drake, who sat on his chair, silently observing the tense exchange, finally spoke up, his voice filled with contempt, as he addressed Donald.“Donald, what were you thinking? That I'll just give you a job and treat you like nothing ever happened? You deserve everything you're getting from me right now, and there'll be more. You just wait and see,"Prisca couldn't believe her eyes that Drak