Even when Isabella asked the question, it did not mean Mr. X said anything in response. In this moment, the only sound was his foot moving forward in a hurry as he lifted the heavy bag onto his shoulder and constantly looked right and left for anyone keeping an eye on them. "We must hurry; we do not know how long he will be in there first," Mr. X said as he hurried on. Right behind him, Isabella was hurrying with the same intensity as Mr. X, and at this moment, the man entered the building Mr. X had pointed at earlier. This building was the shortest of the three tall buildings, standing at 40 stories. The interior of this building exuded timeless elegance that matched its classic exterior. The lobby had high ceilings with chandeliers casting warm, golden light and marbled floors that gleamed beneath their feet. There was also rich mahogany woodwork lining the walls, framing intricate paintings and antique mirrors. "That's the elevator. We must get into it and find our way to the to
When Isabella lifted the rifle that Mr. X handed to her, she felt its heavy weight, as if she were lifting a whole other rock. Hence, she was indeed fascinated by how sleek the sniper rifle looked.Its matte black finish, its long barrel expertly crafted for precision, and its scope atop it, finely calibrated, hinted at the deadly accuracy it offered. "Ethan would definitely not survive this," she muttered unconsciously.Hearing what she said and how she said it with her voice as if she whispered, Mr. X could tell that Isabella was already daydreaming about killing Ethan Mark."Point the sniper out the window, put your eyes into the scope, observe, and be sure, then pull the trigger. Stop daydreaming and get it done before they are done at the restaurant."Saying what he said, Isabella jumped out of her thoughts, and her environment made sense to her again. Hence, she went to the window, where Mr. X pointed, and knelt by it.Through the window, she placed the sniper and assumed a stab
Before Isabella pulled the trigger abruptly, Ethan and Emily kept their stares fixed on each other like the romantic lovers that they were, and Sophia only continued eating her meal happily.However, amidst the romantic expressions of love, Sophia noticed a small piece of parsley stuck to the corner of her father’s mouth. And with a sweet and mischievous smile, she immediately reached over and gently stretched her hand to remove the errant herb and to playfully flick it away. It was her blood that splattered on Ethan’s and Emily's faces."Aaaah!” Emily screamed very loudly at once and in maximum fright. What has happened is the bloody dead body of Sophia falling on Ethan Mark’s body.At this moment, Ethan could not make sense of the situation, as he was still completely shocked and wondered if this was real.“Sophia? Sophia?” He continued to call as he opened her chest and touched her blood.This was a direct shot into her heart from nowhere they could trace. Hence, like a baby, he con
Immediately after Mr. Smith said this, Isabella remained silent. Everything that came out of her mouth was the sound of her heavy breathing and her enduring pain."Medical assistance is needed," one of the SWAT team members said immediately via the radio on his shoulder.As if the paramedics had been waiting to be called, it was not up to ten minutes before they were summoned. They came to provide the necessary medical aid to Isabella.In this sense, the paramedics began applying direct pressure to Isabella's wound. After making sure she was okay, they immediately carried her to the emergency van parked at the exit of the 40th building.As Isabella was being taken away on the stretcher, four of the SWAT team members took the elevator down to the exit of the 40th floor.If that were all, it was a lie. The four officers of the SWAT team also followed them to the hospital, where Isabella would receive adequate medical care.In the same manner in which Isabella was taken away, the rest of
Not responding to any further questions, Mr. Smith walked toward the fancy car he had driven to the 40th-story building earlier and slipped inside it. Without any delay, the car's engine roared to life, and he sped away.At the hospital, it would be an understatement to say that Mr. Smith wasn't tired of the different reporters who had crowded the hospital entrance. Once again, as he stepped out of the car, each of them rushed to him like bees swarming a freshly bloomed flower. Their questions buzzed around him with relentless curiosity, even before they thrust their microphones toward his mouth."Mr. Smith, do you think Sophia Markwood will survive this gunshot?""We heard the gunshot hit her directly through the heart. Is she dead, isn't she?""What will Ethan do to Isabella Rosewood for killing her own daughter?""What do you have to say about all of this?""Do you think Isabella Rosewood will be sent back to prison?""How did Isabella Rosewood even get out of prison?""Mr. Smith,
It had been two days since Ethan had given Mr. Smith the order to bring the two women to him, and he had been searching all through the city for the mentioned two women, like a needle in a haystack.From the video that had been shown to Ethan, he had printed out their pictures on paper and had gone to the 40th-story building again to verify with the residents living there.However, upon reaching the building, he noticed that the building itself had been cordoned off by the police, and hence, there was no entry, which might interfere with their investigation.In a similar manner, he saw that all the residents in the building had been instructed to vacate until the investigation was fully conducted and finalized.However, this didn't mean that he gave up on his search. He knew that he could not return to his master without the women he had requested.To this end, he showed pictures of these women to every passerby on the street and asked them, "Do you know any of these women?" However,
Upon reaching Ethan Mark's mansion, the two old women, who had indeed followed Mr. Smith, realized that it was the burial service for their daughter.In this setting, a few people were present at Ethan's mansion, each of them dressed in dark suits and dark glasses, with dark hats for the females. They all had reddish eyes, symbolizing their grief over the murder of their precious daughter.In a similar manner, these two old women spotted Ethan Mark and Emily Collins at the front of this small gathering, dressed just like them and with reddish eyes, displaying their grief over their daughter's murder."I hate to see a young child being buried. That's why that person must pay for her sin," one of the old women exclaimed."Yes, Maria, she must pay for her crime. Killing an adult is an unforgivable crime, let alone a child. By the way, how old was the innocent child, Mr. Smith?" The other old woman asked However, if Mr. Smith were to answer the question, it would be a lie. At this moment,
"Everything that was said was recorded on Mr. Smith’s phone, and for this, Ethan thanked them for their cooperation in helping him find his daughter’s murderer. “Thank you, both of you. You have helped me to a great extent in finding out who murdered my daughter. For this, you will be well compensated and protected because, who knows, they might come for you.” As Ethan said this, he turned a sidelong look at Mr. Smith, who indeed understood what he meant immediately without words. Hence, at this moment, he gently placed his hands on the earpiece nestled in his ear and said, “Bring the cash to the stone bench.” As he said, if it took up to five minutes, it was a lie. Another of Ethan Mark's guards came right to them, dressed in the same fashion as Mr. Smith, and hence bowed to Ethan Mark. From his suit inner pocket, he took his hand and retrieved two bundles of dollars. Each bundle contained ten 100-dollar bills. “Here is one thousand dollars for each of you. Take it, and an addit