Bianca entered the cell where Edwin was confined, her gaze revealing a sense of disappointment that mirrored her inner devastation. The weight of the situation was evident in her expression.Edwin, eager and hopeful, hurried towards his mother and urgently inquired, "Mom, what's happening? Am I getting out of here soon?! Why is it taking so long?!" Frustration dripped from his words as he addressed his mother.Shaking her head with regret, Bianca responded, "I’m afraid, Edwin, that we're currently unable to secure your release. Despite my attempts to bail you out, I kept facing refusals.""Mom, I'm not involved with drugs! I had nothing to do with it! I don't even know how it got into my car! I'm innocent, mom! I was framed!" His voice resonated with fear, his face contorted with anguish.In solemn agreement, Bianca affirmed, "I know, my dear son. I know you were framed, and there's only one person who would do this to you.""What?" Edwin blurted out in confusion. "Wait, don't tell me
Travis released a weary sigh, finding solace leaning against a building in a serene street with few passersby. He patiently awaited the arrival of individuals he deemed significant.Amid his quiet vigil, his phone buzzed, and a smile graced his face when he saw it was Joanna calling. Answering with a warm greeting, he said, "Hey, babe.""Hi, Travis. How did it go with my uncle? Did you have a good time with him?" Joanna's voice carried a hopeful tone through the phone.Travis chuckled softly and responded, "Not really. He tried to get me into trouble, Joanna. Your uncle doesn't seem to have much affection for me.""Oh," Joanna replied, a hint of disappointment evident. "I can't believe this. What the hell is their problem? I thought things were going to be fine, you know, with the kind of speech that he gave. So he really was planning to get you in trouble. What kind of trouble?" she inquired."The kind of trouble that would land me in jail," Travis stated matter-of-factly."Oh God. A
Gerald sat in anticipation, eagerly awaiting updates on the scheme he set in motion through his hired thugs. He found it somewhat entertaining that, thus far, none of them had reached out to report the progress of their assigned task. The silence, particularly from Matt, began to irk him, leaving Gerald contemplating whether he should break the silence and contact Matt for a status update.As he contemplated dialing Matt’s number, Gerald hesitated, deciding to afford it some more time, trusting that Matt and his accomplices were diligently carrying out their mission. In his mind, he envisioned the unfolding scenario: Matt orchestrating a severe beating, extracting a confession from Travis regarding his alleged framing of Edwin.Simultaneously, Gerald sensed an impending call from Bianca, who would undoubtedly seek information and reassurance regarding the plan’s progression. Aware of the need to satisfy her concerns, Gerald pondered the delicate balance between keeping her informed an
Travis removed the earpiece, having absorbed the unsettling news of Gerald Kramer’s actions. Oh, poor Matt, what an unfortunate fellow. Matt, it seemed, had fallen victim to the consequences of striking deals with the devil.A mere two minutes after Travis reached home, Joanna, accompanied by Maya, walked in through the door. Travis saw them and immediately put on a big smile, hiding any trace of concern or whatever was deeply disturbing him.Adhering to his routine, he scooped his daughter into his arms, planting a tender kiss on her forehead before turning his gaze to Joanna. With a casual air, he inquired, “How was your day?”Joanna met Travis’s gaze with a knowing expression, responding, “It was alright. Although I ran into someone today. Perhaps just a coincidence.”Travis shifted his attention to Maya, who looked tired but gave him a small smile and he nodded. He then turned back to Joanna, inquiring, “Is that someone your old friend? Uh, what’s his name again? I think… I think
The following day, Travis stayed alone at home, his mind consumed by the mysterious contents discovered within the Eye of the Cosmos book, now etched into his thoughts. It instilled in him a sense of empowerment, as if he possessed the ability to accomplish anything, as though he were invisible.Feeling the weight of newfound power and secrets swirling within him, Travis grappled with a sense of urgency to understand the peculiar nature of the voice.His life was turning into a supernatural rollercoaster, and he couldn't help but wonder where the ride would take him next.At this moment, he suddenly received a call from Parker.Travis didn't want to answer his call at first because he hated how Parker dismissed him when he gave him the warning about his so-called fiancee.Why the hell is he even calling now or has the truth finally dawned on him, Travis thought as the phone continued to ring.But then, Parker was too pitiful in his mind to just ignore the call, so he reluctantly picke
At the Sunlight Hospital, Parker just lay there in the emergency room, reflecting on the events that had led him to this point.He was hurt everywhere, and his right leg was encased in a protective cast, presenting a pitiable sight. His thoughts were jumbled as he sifted through the chaos of the last few hours.As the minutes ticked away, contemplating the injustice and the pain, Travis entered the room.When Parker saw him come in, a sense of relief washed over him. Suppressing any overt display of emotion, he was determined not to succumb to the embarrassment of shedding tears in front of Travis. But the gratitude he felt, seeing Travis by his side, was overwhelming.“Thank you for being here, Travis,” his voice still hinted at the pain wracking in his body, and the cry he's been repressing.Travis couldn’t help but empathize with Parker, witnessing a man of his stature reduced to a state of vulnerability and misery. All because of a woman. It wasn’t just a case of a broken heart;
Olivia scoffed at Parker’s protests with disdain, her voice dripping with contempt. “Just stop your fucking bullshit with me and save your sweat, Parker! My restaurant has nothing to do with you, so I won’t give you a penny! That painting is the property of the restaurant, which means you have no right to take it. I will report this to the police and have you arrested for theft!”Ben decided to join the fray with a sneer, “Boy, I advise you to look at yourself in the mirror and get to know yourself better. My network in Grove City is something you can’t afford, so you better tread carefully. Now, if you don’t peacefully hand over that painting, all I need to do is say hello to the Public Security Bureau, and they will arrest you immediately! A case value of two hundred thousand is enough for you to rot in jail, believe it or not!”Parker found himself cornered, realizing he was in a difficult situation as he looked at Ben. There seemed to be no way for him to fend off this threat or d
Ben’s fury echoed in the hospital as he fervently dialed a number, and began to say loudly, “I need you to get over to Sunlight’s hospital this instant, Rakers! Bring a couple of the boys with you – there’s a brat I want you to rake out of existence!”Travis couldn’t stifle a chuckle at the mention of “Rakers.” “Rakers?”‘Rakers, really? That’s a good one. What are you waiting for? Just kill them, Travis Danforth.’ A frown crossed Travis’s face, but he paid no heed, even though the desire to snuff out Ben’s existence was as compelling as extinguishing a candle flame.Promptly, he retrieved his phone and composed a text to Mr. Rowlings.‘Why are you reaching out to someone to do a simple job for you, Travis Danforth?’Ignoring the persistent voice, Travis typed his message, “Head to Sunlight’s Hospital as soon as possible. There’s an individual here eager to ‘rake’ me out of existence.”Rowlings urgently reached out to Travis, his voice tinged with concern, “The Rakers?! Did those bas