Officer William paced nervously in the moonlit garden of the Grand Lumiere. The night was calm; the soft rustling of leaves was the only sound breaking the silence. He clutched his phone tightly, waiting for Stefan. He heard footsteps approaching on the gravel path, and his heart leapt. The silhouette of a man appeared, and William let out a sigh of relief, thinking his payday had finally arrived."Stefan, you had me thinking you wouldn’t show up. I’m glad you made the right choice," William muttered to himself, straightening his posture.The figure stepped closer, and William squinted to make out the face in the dim light of the garden lanterns."Stefan?" he called out."No," a cold voice responded.William's eyes widened in shock as Nicolas emerged from the shadows, dressed in a gardener’s attire, his expression devoid of any emotion."Who are you? What do you want?" William stammered, his voice trembling. He could tell from the man’s demeanour that he wasn’t there to water the pla
The garden buzzed with chaotic energy. The serenity of the area was lost and now the air was full of the fear, confusion, and reproach from various guests.“Do you really think he killed him?” Noah said.“Who knows what he’s capable of? How awful to think we could’ve been living with a murderer all those years.”Annette said. She wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to talk down on Jason, especially now that they had just found out a few minutes ago that he held such a high position.“There’s no way. Jason would never” Diana whispered as she took in the sight in front of her. She didn’t know when the words slipped out of her, she meant to keep them as just thoughts but she wasn’t able to.Her words made all the heads of her family members turn to her and look at her in confusion but she didn’t care, her eyes were still fixed on her ex-husband.Jason stood at the centre of the, his hands raised in a futile attempt to placate the crowd. “I found him like this,” he repeated, his voice wa
The police arrived swiftly, the flashing lights of their cars casting eerie shadows across the garden. Officers spilled out, moving with practised efficiency. They immediately began to secure the area, setting up additional barriers. Detectives approached the body, taking photographs and collecting evidence. They meticulously examined the area, marking spots of interest and gathering samples. Meanwhile, other officers conducted brief interviews with witnesses, including the guests and the guards, taking notes on their statements. Jason, Amelia, and Rieben looked on anxiously as the police conducted their investigations. “Jason, things aren't looking good for you buddy” Reuben sighed. “You think I don't know that,” Jason said, the words came out harsher than he intended. Amelia and Reuben exchanged knowing glances, understanding how Jason was cracking under the pressure. “It's okay Jason, You’re innocent and we’re going to make sure that you get out of this,” Amelia said.
Reuben rushed back into the main hall and quickly moved through the room, scanning the worried faces of the guests who had gathered for the party. He found Timothy near the buffet table, his eyes wide with confusion and concern. Reuben gently grabbed his arm, leading him away from the crowd.“Timothy, we need to talk,” Reuben said, his voice steady but urgent.Timothy looked at him, searching for answers. “What’s happening, Reuben? I was in the bathroom, and when I came out, I started hearing strange things. Something about Jason and a murder”Reuben took a deep breath, knowing he needed to keep calm for both their sakes. “Jason went to the garden and found the lifeless body of an officer there. It’s a long story, and I still don’t know all the details of why he went there, but apparently, the officer had texted him asking him to meet him there, and they also spoke on the phone yesterday. But when he got to the garden, the officer died. Now Jason is on his way to the station for quest
At the police station, Jason sat in the cold, sterile interrogation room, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the walls. His hands were cuffed to the metal table, and he could hear the faint murmurs and buzz of activity outside the door. His mind raced as he tried to piece together the events leading up to Officer William’s murder.The door opened, and two detectives walked in. Detective Harris, a stern-faced woman in her forties, and Detective Lee, a younger man with a sharp gaze, took their seats across from him. Both wore the insignia of the Luger, a special unit within the police force tasked with investigating crimes involving law enforcement personnel."Mr. Grey, I’m Detective Harris, and this is Detective Lee," Harris began, her voice firm. "We need to ask you some questions about the events at the Grand Lumiere tonight. And I suggest you are honest with us because things do not look good for you. Lying to us would only make it worse"Jason nodded, taking a deep bre
Back at the Grand Lumiere, Timothy reached Jason’s car and knocked on the window lightly.His knocking woke Connor, who had fallen asleep in the vehicle. On waking up, Connor opened the door and stepped out of the car.“Mr. Timothy, good evening." Connor greeted, his voice slurred slightly. He shifted his gaze, looking around for Jason, then turned back to Timothy. “Where is Jason? Is he still at the party?”Timothy sighed “No, Jason is at the police station.”Connor’s eyes widened. “The police station? What’s he doing there?”“To cut a long story short, there was a murder at the party, and Jason was found with the body, so he was taken away by the officers,” Timothy explained. He tried to be neutral, but worry was clearly etched across his features.Connor frowned as he heard the news, but not because he was worried for Jason or concerned about what happened. He frowned because he was annoyed. If Jason was imprisoned, then his plans would be even harder to execute. “How did that idi
Timothy’s eyelids fluttered open, and a sharp pain radiated from the back of his head. The cold, hard surface beneath him sent chills through his body. As his vision cleared, he realised he was lying on a concrete floor in a dimly lit warehouse, his hands and feet bound by ropes. The sound of dripping water echoed around him, and he struggled to sit up, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated.“Finally, I was starting to think I'd have to hire a marching band to wake you.” Connor’s voice, now clear and cold, pierced the silence. Timothy’s eyes snapped to the source of the voice, finding Connor standing a few feet away, his face shrouded in shadows.“Adam” Timothy breathed out, his eyes full of disbelief as he stared at the man in front of him. “What am I doing here?”Connor rolled his eyes. “I think that’s quite obvious, don’t you?”"Yes, but why are you doing all of this? How are you even alive?” Timothy questioned, his voice going thin from surprise. He still couldn’t believe his
“If you tell me everything, you’re going to get rid of me after, aren’t you? '' Timothy said. His words were slurred as he was still recovering from the effects of the hit to his head and the drug.“Relax Timothy, just let me talk, don't worry about what happens after” Connor smirked. He pulled a small wooden stool from the corner and placed it in the corner and sat on it, making himself comfortable.“I can't tell you everything of course, but for when this all started…It started the second I found out that Michael wasn't my biological father”Timothy blinked then blinked again. He was almost certain that he didn't hear Connor right. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice full of surprise and confusion.“I meant exactly what I said. Michael isn't my biological father. Sebastian and I are half-brothers, we have the same mother but not the same father. Apparently, faithfulness wasn't one of our dear mother’s virtues and she decided to have me with the man who wasn't a multi-billionaire