The following week, Grey was seen sitting at a round table. Its polished surface reflected the soft lighting of the room. Across from him was President Joe of Neda, a neighboring country close to Dasah and Weston. The air was filled with a blend of formality and camaraderie, as Grey and Joe excha
Since the Duncan family legacy had become synonymous with success and integrity across various countries, their latest achievement which was a significant business construction project in Neda, had only added to their already impressive reputation. However, not everyone in Weston was thrilled abou
Harold, Victor, and Simon worked tirelessly, gathering every piece of evidence they could find about Hailey's relationship with Martin. They sifted through old police reports, dug up testimonies from acquaintances, and pieced together a narrative that could implicate Hailey in Martin's death. On
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the city as Grey Duncan and his aunt, Hailey, prepared for their highly anticipated interview. This was their chance to clear Hailey’s name and restore the Duncan family’s reputation. Grey was confident, but a nagging feeling of unease tugged at him. As they
Grey arrived home after the interview, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion. The past few weeks had been an emotional rollercoaster, but he felt a renewed sense of purpose after sharing his and Hailey's story with the world. As he stepped out of his car and walked toward the entrance of his ma
Grey was particularly curious, sensing that there was more to this dinner than just business discussions. President Joe, an affable and charismatic leader, leaned back in his chair and smiled warmly. “Riley, why don’t you share the news with Grey?” Riley, his eyes twinkling with both pride and a
James Duncan was sitting in his study, a richly decorated room filled with books and family photographs when he decided it was time to call his son, Riley. The events of the past week weighed heavily on his mind. He picked up the phone, dialled Riley's number, and waited for the call to connect.
Grey Duncan was in the middle of preparing to step out on a sunny Saturday afternoon when he heard the buzzing sound of his phone. He reached into his pocket and answered it, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar female voice. "Hello, Mr. Duncan," the voice said, smooth and confident. "I'm approach