They got down from the lift when suddenly the door of the conference room opened and the first thing that hit Mike's ear was the enthusiastic applause from the room.Amongst the men in the room was a tall olive-skinned man with the badge on his suit, "Andrew Lane, Esq." Mike immediately identified him to be the lawyer.The old man sat in the main chair and began to address the board members."I'm glad that y'all could make it here even with the short notice," the old man said and turned to gaze at the lawyer before turning to the man on his right. "I have been running Duncan conglomerate since I was 18, and until now, it has been smooth under my reign. For sixty years now, I have been preparing for this moment," He paused for emphasis,The room was pin-drop silent. Gazing at the expression on the board members' faces, the old man was sure that he had their full attention."As most of us know, this conglomerate was founded by my great-grandfather in 1920 and has passed down from fathe

Martin walked straight towards where Williams stood and said, "Mr. Martin, we had to come here because of your secretary's rude and fruitless response to us! The car that you damaged is yet to be repaired and the car owner demands compensation"Williams burst out laughing as if he was in front of a comedy show."Stella, did you hear that?" He said, still laughing while everyone else stared at him, wondering if he was insane."Honey, I think these people are serious," she said, causing Williams to pause before staring at Martin, sternly and asking, "But I don't know the owner of the car; as long as a thief was driving it when it got damaged, that thief should pay for it." He turned to Mike and glared."The owner of the car is Mike Duncan! They was a mistake in the name registered on it, and that has been adjusted," Martin informed, causing William's eyes to widen in shock."They must be a mistake. Come on! I know this thing, he can barely feed, and even with all the money he has worke

"He's clean; there's no phone with him," the man who searched Mike informed, causing Mike to let out a long sigh, one that he didn't know he was holding."Okay, now get him into the car"Mike was dragged into another car. Two men sat beside him, each one with a gun in their pocket. The driver couldn't stop gazing at him through the front mirror of the car."Cover his face," He immediately instructed. Mike swallowed hard as they took a black sack and put it over his face, saying,"Now you close your eyes"Soon, they arrived at a location. The sound of silence was overwhelming. "Where is this?" Mike finally asked, arching his brows. They tried dragging Mike down from the car, but Mike was strong-willed. He sat still and asked again, "Where is this place?" Inside him, he was terrified, but physically; he pulled a straight face, not wanting to reflect his emotions."Will you shut up and comply, or we'll be forced to drag you?" One of the men said, causing Mike to narrow his eyes."Wher

Slowly, Mike opened his eyes to see that he was in a neat room, better than the room he stayed in a few minutes ago."You're up?" The voice fell into his ear, causing him to swallow hard before asking,"Where... Where am I?" His body was arching all over, but he tried to remain calm."We changed location, dear. They found us, which is almost impossible," Raymond said, causing Mike to realize that it could be the message he sent to Paul.Now, he has no idea where he was. "Who are you?" Mike asked,"You've seen me before, right? I know! But I want you to do something for me, okay?" He said, causing Mike to arch his brows before asking,"What do you mean?" Mike tried struggling to get to his feet but he couldn't, causing him to arch his brows."It's no use trying to stand up. I figured that the ropes were causing bruises on your hand, so I decided to use the modern method," Raymond explained"And what method is that?" Mike asked. He was wondering what they did to him and still trying to