Dexter's unease continued to gnaw at him as he looked at his uncle, James, searching for any sign of reassurance. "Uncle James, I need to know what your plan is in all of this. I can't shake the feeling that there's more going on than we realize."James paused, his expression softening as he regarded Dexter with a mixture of concern and understanding. "Dexter, I'm here to support you every step of the way. But I think it's best if we keep our investigation on the low for now."Dexter furrowed his brow, a tinge of frustration creeping into his voice. "On the low? But Uncle James, we can't afford to be passive about this. There's too much at stake."James placed a reassuring hand on Dexter's shoulder, his voice calm but firm. "I understand your urgency, Dexter, but we need to
As Dexter stood by the window in his room, the late afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the neatly arranged space. His eyes were fixed on the figure of his uncle and his sons in the garden below, their tense interaction not escaping his notice. His mind kept circling back to the memory of the black cloth that Jack had been wearing earlier. The scent of it had triggered something deep within him, igniting a suspicion that he couldn't shake. Was Jack the man who had hit him at the restaurant?Just as he was lost in these troubling thoughts, his phone buzzed, jolting him back to the present. He picked it up and saw a message from his friend, prompting him to join them for a gathering later in the evening. Dexter hesitated for a moment, torn between his current preoccupations and the prospect of some much-needed distraction. With a sigh, he decided to reply, "I'l
“Is he dead?” Dexter asked as he and Richard looked at the hanging man, whose blood dripped slowly, staining the tiled floor. Dexter walked to where the mystery man hanged, trying to recognise his face, he couldn't because he hadn't seen the man anywhere.As Richard nudged him, "Dexter, look," he said.Dexter turned to see what he was pointing at. On the wall, in bold red letters, were the words "Stop the investigation. The airplane crash, it's all your fault he died." Dexter's heart raced as he realized the gravity of the message. He looked closely at Richard, who seemed shaken and distressed."Dexter, we need to call 911 and the police," Richard said urgently, his voice trembling.Dexter nodded, his mind racin
Richard drove, his eyes darting between the road and the man in black, who was now sprinting ahead. "What's going on, Dexter?" Richard asked, his voice urgent.Dexter's gaze remained fixed on the man as he replied, "I've seen that guy many times. He's been hanging around the office, I think he might be involved in all of this somehow."Richard's jaw tightened as he focused on tailing the mysterious figure. "We can't let him get away. We need to find out who he is and what he's up to," he said, determination lacing his words.The tension in the car was palpable as Richard expertly maneuvered through traffic, never losing sight of the man in black. Dexter's eyes remained trained on their target, his mind racing with who the man might be.
Dexter spun around to see James, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. How did James know he was with the chief of police? The chief sat in his office, a crooked smile playing on his lips as he looked at James, understanding what he was to do next. Turning to Dexter,Mr. Dexter, you can go sir, it's very obvious that you're not involved in all this ruckus. Just put your fingerprint on the scanner and you can leave,” the chief instructed.“we will put our hearts and make sure to find the criminal responsible.”Dexter hesitated, his mind racing. How did James know of the incident. And why was the chief suddenly letting him go? With a sense of unease, Dexter placed his finger on the scanner, the machine beeping as it registered his fingerprint. The chief
James sat back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he considered Alex's suggestion. "Convincing or threatening Richard to incriminate Dexter is a risky move, Alex. We need to tread carefully. We don't want to make any mistakes that could ruin the case."Alex nodded, his expression determined. "I understand, Dad. But if we can get Richard to cooperate, we might finally have the evidence we need to bring Dexter down."James couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for his son's quick thinking. "You're smarter than your twin, Alex," he said with a small smile. "But remember, don't overact your role. We need to handle this with finesse."Alex straightened up, his resolve evident in his eyes. "I won't, Dad. I'll be careful." Jack's eyes blazed with anger as he glared at his sister, a tense silence hanging between them. Alex shot her a warning look, urging her to keep quiet to avoid Dexter overhearing their conversation. "Shut up, Ivy," he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice low and urgent. "Go back to your room."Just as Ivy reluctantly turned to leave, a door creaked open, and Richard emerged from Dexter's room, his phone pressed to his ear. With a practiced ease, he feigned a casual conversation, exchanging pleasantries with the twins as he made his way past them. "Yes, of course, we'll discuss the details later," he said smoothly into the phone, nodding politely at Jack and Alex.As Richard left the hallway, the twins exchanged a quick, wary glance before turning their attention back to the task at hand. The air crackled with tension as they both knew they were walking on thin ice. The urgency of the situation hung heavy in the air, and they knew they had to tread carefully to avoid any missteps.Heir to the Richmond Empire Chapter 76: Brimming With Urgency!
As Dexter briskly walked down the driveway to his car, he pulled out his phone and dialed Ivy's number. After a few rings, she picked up."Dex, what's up?" Ivy's voice came through the line."Ivy, Richard mentioned you needed to talk to me about the NIS involvement. What's going on?" Dexter asked, his tone urgent."Meet me at the usual spot in twenty minutes. I'll fill you in on the details then," Ivy replied, her voice serious."Alright, I'll be there," Dexter confirmed before ending the call.Dexter slid into the driver's seat of his car and started the engine. As he drove towards the meeting spot, his mind raced with thoughts about the NIS and the airplane crash. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him, and he knew he had to act fast.Twenty minutes later, Dexter arrived at the designated spot and found Ivy waiting for him. They quickly exchanged greetings before Ivy launched into a detailed account of the NIS's plans concerning the airplane crash. The urgency in her vo