In a surge of anticipation, they stormed into the warehouse, driven by the desire to unveil all of the secrets that was needed to be revealed and all of the tables that was needed to be turned.What they encountered, however, painted a different picture entirely. Instead of the expected figures of Oliver or even Lord Bassey, the space revealed a gathering of normal looking men, circled around a table adorned with stacks of boxes. Amidst the echoing silence, the atmosphere was charged as they had barged in on them as if expecting to meet them trafficking kids if possible, they had expected the worst of the worst after all, only for the scene that they had come into to be this.The commissioner's authoritative voice sliced through the charged air, a call for order amidst the various sea of emotions, Fear and confusion for the men they had barged on and disappointment and equal confusion for they that had barged in on them."Hold your positions," he instructed no one in particular, his w
Adonis took a cautious step forward, his heart heavy with the gravity of the moment.His voice, a mix of genuine regret and humility, carried the weight of his remorse, of the fact that despite what Harriet and her family had done to him, despite how bad they had treated him, he still regarded Micheal as a cyber figure, one that he held dear because of all three of them, he was the only one who somehow treated him like he at least mattered, whether or not it was because of the gains they get from him, at least he was grateful and sensible."Harriet," he began, his words as tender as a soothing melody, "I extend my deepest condolences for your father's passing. I really want you to understand that I had no part in his death and no intention to stop justice if ever you are even think that I am trying to do that.”Harriet's gaze, veiled with a shroud of grief and suspicion, met his. In the midst of swirling emotions, her voice cut through the air like a bitter gust, each word seething
Adonis stood in the middle of his room, the weight of the letter's words pressing upon him like an hammer. The shock of its contents clung to him, an unwelcome shroud of uncertainty. Fingers trembling, he reached for his phone and dialed Valerie's number. His voice, a mixture of urgency and disbelief, he spilled it all out as he asked her to come to his room. Valerie's arrival was swift, concern etched across her features. Adonis handed her the letter, the paper like a fragile artifact between them. As her eyes skimmed over the words, a mirrored astonishment danced across her face. Their shared silence spoke volumes, like something woven from the threads of surprise and concern. "I can't believe this," Valerie murmured, her voice a soft exhalation of disbelief. "Who could have done this? Why?" Adonis's voice held a touch of frustration. "I have no idea. The timing, the threat, it's all so... sinister." They stood together, two figures in a sea of uncertainty. Adonis's fingers cle
Adonis's heart swelled with relief upon hearing the commissioner's update. He wasted no time expressing his gratitude and confirming his imminent presence. "Thank you, Commissioner. I'll join you shortly to delve into this lead, we need to find answers whichever way possible." Turning back to the room, Adonis's voice held a firm tone. "Jesse, keep at it. Question him any which way possible, we need answers, anything that could be of help to us concerning that letter, he might even be the key to nabbing whoever this criminal is once and for all." Just as Adonis was about to exit, the insolence of the deceitful servant flared up again. Insults spilled from his lips, a last stand of defiance that ignited Jesse's temper, one that pushed him to punch the servant even more but despite the several blows that he was dealt with, the servant continued to run his mouth as if he could care less what happens to him for disrespecting the prince this way. "You're nothing but a spineless prince, pl
The sun's first rays painted streaks of light across the sky, lazily spilling into Adonis's bedroom like a gentle invitation to the day.He stirred, a mix of reluctance and curiosity tugging him from the embrace of sleep. As he stretched and yawned, the air held a touch of nervousness and fear, as if it carried whispers of the events that lay ahead.His morning routine kicked in, but today, it felt more like going through the motions than a genuine ritual. The toothbrush moved almost autonomously, the water in the shower merely a cascade of droplets against his skin. Caught in the crossfire of emotions, Adonis's mind was a battleground of thoughts.On one side, the looming court hearing demanded his attention, a ruthless reminder of the legal fight that awaited him. Yet, on the other side, a more personal turmoil wrestled for his focus. His father's once unwavering health had succumbed to illness, a reality that seemed to defy the natural order of things because he had thought that th
The judge, stern-faced and impatient, shot Adonis a pointed look, practically ordering him to speed things up. It was in that moment, amid the judge's disapproving gaze, that Adonis's mind snapped into action, a decision coming up within his thoughts like a lightning bolt. He decided, right then and there, that waiting was no longer an option. The lawyer, whose absence was getting even more suspicious was now an urgent necessity. With a swift glance towards the judge, as if seeking permission from a higher authority, Adonis bolted into action. He didn't wait for words of agreement; his need propelled him like a sprinter exploding off the starting block. The courtroom's exit beckoned, a portal to his next move, and he didn't hesitate. Like a whirlwind, Adonis surged from the courtroom, his steps imbued with a sense of purpose that bordered on desperation. He emerged into the corridor, his heart pounding in sync with his hurried breaths. Time seemed to warp as he raced toward the eleva
As the car up ahead came to an abrupt stop, the people inside it quickly got out, and lo and behold, it turned out to be none other than Jesse and a bunch of the royal guards, just as Adonis had asked of him.But things took a bit of a twist as those kidnappers, sharp as tacks and quick on their feet, wasted no time in taking advantage of the fact that the car obstructing them had stopped, they immediately spun the steering wheel and made a sharp turn, aiming to zoom away through a different route that was not obstructed.It was almost like a cat-and-mouse chase. But just as they thought they had a way out, out of the blue, another couple of vehicles showed up out of thin air and plonked themselves right in the way, blocking the escape route once again. Well, those guards certainly didn't mess around, they came in enough numbers.They immediately jumped into action, yanking those kidnappers out of their hiding spot behind the wheel. There was a bit of a scuffle, a real tug of war betw
The judge, her voice resonating through the courtroom, summoned the prosecution lawyers to present the charges against Adonis. They approached the bench, a somber determination etched on their faces, eager to bring their case to light.One of the lawyers, with a folder clutched tightly, began, "Your Honor, we charge Prince Adonis with the murder of Michael Dorian, the father of his ex-wife, Harriet Dorian." The words hung in the air, heavy with accusation.The judge, her gaze stern, turned to Adonis. "Prince Adonis, you stand accused of a grave crime. How do you plead?"Adonis, his voice steady, replied, "Your Honor, I plead not guilty."The courtroom seemed to hold its collective breath at his response, an air of anticipation and murmuring enveloping the proceedings.Adonis's lawyer who is a seasoned advocate well-known for his meticulous approach, confidently approached the judge. "Your Honor, I must insist that the charges against my client lack a solid foundation. Prince Adonis is