Dr. Marcus and Dr. Sarah worked intensively in the lab, their computer screens filled with data that kept updating. In the corner of the room, Detective Mia observed, occasionally glancing at the monitor and jotting down key information. They had been tracking Miranda's device signal for hours, and finally, there were signs of progress. "Alright, I think we’re close," Dr. Marcus said, his eyes sharp as he stared at the screen. "This signal is linked to a device in a city called Obamo." Dr. Sarah nodded, marking the spot on the map displayed on the screen. "Obamo…" she murmured, but then noticed something strange. "Marcus, look at this. The signal point is moving. It started in the city center, then shifted to the outskirts." Dr. Marcus examined the map, frowning. "This wouldn’t happen if the device were stationary. The signal shifts too frequently, almost as if... as if the device is being taken to different locations." Detective Mia, who had been watching intently, nodded i
Joseph remained calm as he heard Jacky's report that he was now a wanted man. Over the phone, Jacky's voice grew increasingly anxious. “Mr. Joseph, this is a serious situation. The police have issued an arrest warrant for you,” Jacky said in a hurried tone. “They’re accusing you of Ciko's murder. You need to return to Leeds and clear your name before it’s too late.” But Joseph merely took a deep breath. “I need you to stay in Leeds and look after Katty. The situation here is more urgent. We don’t have time to deal with the charges right now.” “But, Mr. Joseph, if the police find you in Obamo, this could be a disaster!” Jacky insisted. “I know the risks,” Joseph replied calmly. “But this mission is more important.” Jacky fell silent for a moment before finally sighing. “All right, I’ll keep an eye on Miss Katty. But be careful, Mr. Joseph. I’ll monitor the situation from here.” Joseph ended the call and glanced over at Detective Mia and Maudy, who were sitting beside him in
After a brief discussion, Joseph, Detective Mia, and Maudy agreed to leave the beach and find a place to stay. A small hotel on the edge of town seemed secluded enough and unlikely to attract attention. They stopped there, ensuring no one had followed them, before finally entering the hotel. Joseph glanced at his phone, seeing photos of himself circulating as a major news topic on social media. Detective Mia and Maudy sat across from him, both quiet, trying to process the rapidly changing situation. Mia sighed heavily, her sharp gaze fixed on Joseph. “If we stay here, we’ll really become the main target for the police. We need to move quickly.” “We need a safe place first,” Maudy added, looking out the car window. The sky was getting dark, and the place felt increasingly deserted. “Yeah,” Mia half-whispered. “We can’t stay near this area for long. The police could arrive at any time.” Joseph sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes still fixed on his constantly ringing phone.
Joseph, Maudy, and Detective Mia returned to the hotel. After closing the hotel room door, they quickly gathered in the living area to discuss. Joseph looked at Maudy and Mia, his expression serious. “We can’t just barge into Miranda’s mansion without preparation,” Joseph said. “There are too many things to consider, especially with both of you here. I won’t put you in danger.” Maudy nodded, while Mia let out a long sigh. “I agree. We need a solid plan. Miranda isn’t someone to be taken lightly, and she’s likely got tight security at that mansion.” “We need more information about the mansion’s interior,” Joseph continued. “I’ll contact our project team. Maybe they can help identify any security systems that might be there.” As the night wore on, Joseph contacted his project team via video call. One by one, familiar faces appeared on the screen. “Thank you all for joining,” Joseph said, getting straight to the point. “We’re facing a complicated situation. We visited Miranda’s
"Have you really thought this through? Young Master... this is extremely dangerous. Don’t be reckless," said Gawali, sounding deeply worried. Joseph chuckled softly, showing no sign of hesitation. "I’ve faced worse than Miranda. If she thinks she can bring me down with false accusations and make me afraid, she’s sorely mistaken." "This isn’t about bravery, Young Master," Gawali replied, his voice growing more resolute. "Mr. Thalib entrusted me with your safety. You’re the only heir to the Guezz family. Losing you is simply unacceptable." “Let me send some of my men; they can protect you. You know Miranda has many people on her side,” Gawali added. Joseph gazed out the hotel window and took a long, patient breath. "I appreciate your concern, Gawali, but I don’t need anyone’s protection. Miranda crossed a line, and I’ll handle this myself first." “Young Master, I understand your anger towards Miranda… but please, think it over. Think about your family—Mr. Thalib specifically t
Five minutes later, the sound of light footsteps could be heard from the direction of the stairs. Miranda, still wearing her silk pajamas, descended gracefully, her face masked with a soft yet unreadable smile. When her gaze met the unfamiliar figure sitting with an arrogant posture in her living room, Miranda feigned ignorance, pretending not to recognize who the man was. “Oh,” she said softly, tilting her head as if curious, “I didn’t know we had a guest this morning.” She walked closer, standing in front of Joseph with a deliberately attentive demeanor. “What brings you here, Sir? And why did you enter my house so... boldly?” Joseph raised an eyebrow slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. Without a word, he poured wine into a second glass, then slid it slowly towards Miranda. “Don’t pretend you don’t know, your acting is quite obvious to me,” he said, his voice low yet authoritative. “Haven’t you been trying hard to find out about me?” Joseph paused, enjoying the faint
After Joseph left the house, Miranda stood in the center of the grand hall, her face livid. In a cold voice, almost a whisper yet filled with threat, she called all the servants and guards inside. "Absolutely useless!" Miranda glared at them sharply, her expression terrifying. "How could you let that man get in so easily?! Are none of you fit to work here?!" One of the servants tried to explain, his voice trembling. "I’m sorry, Madam... but that man was too strong. He overpowered all the guards outside. We—” “Shut up!” Miranda cut him off sharply, her tone seething with anger. “I don’t care about your excuses. All the guards and security in this house should be able to handle a single man! What were you doing?!” The servants and guards lowered their heads, none daring to meet her gaze. Miranda took a deep breath, her expression filled with disgust, then continued, “Listen carefully. If there’s another mistake like this, you will all be replaced, one by one! I will not allow a
In an opulent living room with a classic interior and expensive furnishings... A woman in an elegant gown, Miranda, is seated on the sofa, her face betraying a tension she cannot hide. Charles enters the room with a calm stride. He looks at Miranda sharply, then sits in a chair opposite her. With a flat tone, Charles asks, "What happened today? I received reports of a disturbance at your mansion." Miranda takes a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself before speaking. "Joseph," she says with a trembling voice, "He broke into my mansion this morning. He overpowered all my men without mercy." Charles scoffs, leaning back in his chair. "He came, and he brought a threat. He said we need to surrender, to shut down the remote system we’re using to sabotage his project," Miranda continued. "He’s serious this time, Charles. He even threatened me, saying if I don’t back down, he’ll bring us to war." Charles’ voice turns mocking. "War? Does he forget who he’s challenging?"