Dexter was surprised to see Sonia, Richard, and Flynn at the hospital, his brow furrowing in confusion as he addressed them."What are you guys doing here?" he asked, his tone a mix of bewilderment and concern. "I thought I told Sonia I'd be home soon."Sonia exchanged a meaningful glance with Richard before speaking up. "This isn't just about you, Dexter. It's about Ivy," she explained, her words heavy with unspoken implications."I'm yet to believe what you told me about the doctor's report." Richard said."It's true, Richard," he confirmed solemnly. "Ivy's condition isn't good."Richard's anger flared at the confirmation, his resolve hardening as he spoke. "Then it's time we dig in deep and find out who really did this to Ivy," he declared. "We can't just sit back and allow her to suffer like this."Dexter immediately recalled his encounter with Sandy at the café, "I think I know who was responsible for Ivy's abduction and how she got the injury in her head that landed her in the
Sandy excused Victor and went to meet Dexter and Richard, her attempt at cordiality met with frosty reception."You didn't tell me you'd be coming," Sandy said with forced politeness."I don't see the reason why I should," Dexter retorted curtly, his demeanor aloof as he brushed past her. Richard followed suit, his silence echoing Dexter's indifference.Sandy's heart quickened at their dismissive attitudes, a sense of foreboding settling over her like a shroud. But she pushed aside her apprehension, determined to maintain a façade of composure in the face of their disdain."Heard Ivy's finally awake," Sandy remarked casually.Dexter's footsteps faltered at the mention of Ivy's name, his gaze piercing as he turned to face Sandy. "And how did you find out?" he inquired."I don't see the reason why I should tell you," she retorted defiantly, her words laced with defiance as she turned on her heel and made her way to join the other guests.Everyone was already seated in the grand hall whe
Priscilla's confusion turned to disbelief as Victor Smith took the stage, seemingly usurping the role of chairman of the mall. Standing up from her seat, she couldn't contain her bewilderment."What's going on here?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the tension in the room.Raphael, equally stunned by the unexpected turn of events, rose from his seat beside her. Dexter, on the other hand, remained seated, watching the unfolding drama with a sense of amusement.Before anyone could offer an explanation, Priscilla took matters into her own hands, striding purposefully towards Victor."Who are you?" she demanded, her tone demanding answers.Victor's calm facade began to crack as Priscilla confronted him, her anger palpable in her words."Who the hell are you? And why is your name listed as the chairman of the mall?" she demanded, her voice laced with frustration.Victor's patience wore thin as he faced Priscilla's relentless questioning. His voice, now tinged with anger, cut throug
Dexter returned home that evening feeling fulfilled. Although the words of Sandy kept ringing in his ears, he didn't want to dwell too much on them. "Are you okay?" Richard asked, seeing through him that he was somehow bothered."Yes I am." Dexter replied after which he dismissed Richard and asked him to go home. The following day would be the meeting scheduled with the members of the board at Richmond's to decide the next chairman of the company. With Ivy now awake and Priscilla being humiliated, Dexter was ready to ascend back to power.Richard was about leaving when one of the security personnel walked in. "Sir, we've found out who took the D-VEX drive from your office." The man said."Who?" Dexter asked."It's ma'am Beautrice. I'd love to show you the evidence in the control room." The man said.Dexter and Richard followed him to the control room where he showed them the short clip that caught Beautrice. The CCTV was a tiny camera right on the bulb on Dexter's office. Even Dext
Dexter stepped into the boardroom, his presence commanding attention as he made his way to his seat. The familiar surroundings brought a rush of memories flooding back, reminding him of how long he had been away from the board's meetings. His gaze met with Jack's, who sat at the opposite end of the table, wearing his trademark mischievous smile. Dexter couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Jack's expression, wondering what antics he had up his sleeve this time. Glancing around the table, Dexter noted that every other board member was present, their faces a mix of anticipation and curiosity as they awaited the arrival of the final member. "Who are we waiting for?" Dexter asked a fellow board member who sat by his side."It's Victor Smith." The gentleman replied. Dexter was taken aback by the revelation but then he realised that agreeing to sign the documents for Victor to take over all properties that were in Ryan's name also meant him being a member of the board of directors at Ric
Dexter wasted no time and promptly notified the authorities, who arrived to find Beatrice's lifeless form exactly as he had discovered it. Mindful not to disturb any potential evidence, Dexter refrained from touching her.Richard's disbelief was palpable as he surveyed the grim scene. Just that morning, he had spoken with Beatrice over the phone, expressing his concern for her mother's health. With a flurry of activity, the police, accompanied by paramedics and forensic experts, arrived delving into the investigation, scouring the surroundings for any clues that could unravel the mystery of Beatrice's untimely demise."When did you find out she was dead?" One of the police officers asked Dexter."Just a couple of minutes ago. I was in a board's meeting. I just finished from it when I returned to find her dead in my office." Dexter explained."You said you locked the office before you left for the board's meeting," another police officer asked."Yes I did. I'm very sure of it." Dexter
James and Jack exchanged stunned glances, their minds reeling at Alex's shocking confession. "What do you mean? Who did you kill?" James demanded."It's Beatrice," Alex confessed, his voice trembling with remorse. "I didn't intend to, Dad. It was a mistake. Please, you have to help me."Jack couldn't understand what was going as he tried to make sense of the unthinkable. Beatrice— the same woman who had aided them in retrieving D-VEX drive from Dexter's office being killed by Alex wasn't adding up.Desperate for answers, Jack pressed Alex for an explanation. "What happened? How could this happen?"Alex's voice cracked as he recounted the tragic events that had unfolded between him and Beatrice. "Beatrice threatened to expose me to Dexter," he explained. Jack wasn't still getting everything yet. With everything that Alex was saying, his mind raced with questions and doubts. There had to be more to this story than Alex was letting on, and Jack was determined to find out."Is that all?
Franklin meticulously conducted his analysis, ensuring the thoroughness required to determine the truth behind Beautrice's death. His focus was suddenly interrupted by the insistent ring of his phone, flashing an unfamiliar number on the screen."Hello?" Franklin answered."Ah, Franklin," a cryptic voice greeted him from the other end."Who is this?" Franklin's inquired."No need for formalities, Franklin. I'm well aware of your role as the forensic detective assigned to the case of Beautrice Morgan's untimely death," the voice replied."Yes, that's correct. Do you have information relevant to the investigation?" Franklin decided to ask."Not quite, Franklin. I'm here to offer you a piece of advice: withhold your findings," the voice urged, its sinister intent palpable."And why would I entertain such a suggestion?" Franklin asked."Because, Franklin, failure to comply will result in dire consequences. You have precisely one hour to hand over your analysis, or you'll bid farewell to y