Chapter 141.Watching the video replay endlessly, she clutched her phone tighter and tighter. Her eyes widened in shock as the horrifying reality unfolded before her—she was finally seeing the true story of how her brother had died.*****“Please, Willson… you have to stay with me,” she sobbed desperately, her voice cracking with anguish as she cradled his lifeless, bloodied body in her arms. Her gaze was fixed on him, unable to look away even for a second.In a frantic panic, she scanned the empty surroundings, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She felt an overwhelming sense of dread and helplessness, desperately hoping for someone, anyone, to come to their aid.“Someone! Anyone, please help!” she screamed into the empty night, her voice hoarse from repeated cries. Her brother Willson lay before her, battered and broken. His body was covered in bruises, cuts, and severe injuries. The most alarming was the internal bleeding that made his condition critical and difficult to sta
The phone’s loud, relentless ringing pierced through the thick, heavy air of the living room, accompanied by an irritating vibration that seemed to rattle every surface in the room. The noise was relentless and jarring, making it hard to focus on anything else.Camilla, visibly distressed and anxious, was unable to stay still. She paced around the room nervously, her hands resting on her hips as if trying to hold herself together. Her eyes darted around the room, and her lips were clamped between her teeth, betraying her deep worry and unease.Gideon, on the other hand, was seated on a couch positioned directly in front of the phone. His posture was tense, with his fists tightly clenched in his lap, showing his frustration and desperation. The phone’s incessant ringing seemed to gnaw at him, and he wished more than anything for the noise to cease so he could think clearly.“Why don’t you just pick it up? You need to find out what he’s trying to tell you!” Camilla implored, her voice f
"Who are they?" Gideon asked, his voice trembling with both shock and confusion. His eyes were wide, fixed on the group of intimidating men standing outside his house. They were led by a single figure clad entirely in black, who seemed to command authority.The strangers appeared more threatening than Gideon could have ever imagined. Their stern faces and rigid postures gave off a menacing aura, leaving him unsettled and unsure of their intentions. The question of their purpose; why they were at his doorstep and what they wanted; only deepened his anxiety.Gideon's gaze shifted urgently towards Camilla, his suspicion evident. “Did you call anyone to my house?” he demanded. The tension in his voice was unmistakable. He had a sinking feeling that either Camilla or Mr. Andrew might be involved in this sudden and alarming situation.The realisation that he hadn't been answering Andrew's calls could have pushed him to extreme measures, like sending men to attack Gideon in his own home.
"How could he treat me as if I don’t matter at all? Who does he think he is? Why won’t he answer my calls?” Mr. Andrew fumed with rage, pacing back and forth in his living room, his emotions a mix of anger and confusion.He had been trying to reach Gideon to let him know that their agreement was no longer valid and to ask for his help in another matter. But Gideon continued to ignore his calls, which only made Mr. Andrew feel a deep sense of regret and irritation that gnawed at him, making him even more agitated.“Damn it! That son of a bitch! I’m going to get you, Gideon! I swear I’ll find you, and I’ll make sure I handle you myself!” Mr. Andrew shouted, his frustration evident as he ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair.As he continued to pace around the room, his mind racing with thoughts about what he should do next, the door to the living room suddenly burst open. The unexpected noise jolted him out of his intense thoughts and drew his immediate attention.“Sir, I’m her
“Take him away!” The officers ordered firmly as they seized Andrew and began pulling him out of the house. Andrew struggled and tried to resist, desperately attempting to stay inside, but the officers overpowered him. They didn’t give him any opportunity to speak, explain himself, or even catch his breath.Once they got outside, the scene was chaotic. A crowd of paparazzi had gathered, their cameras flashing and their microphones thrusting into the officers’ faces. They shouted questions at the officers and Andrew, eager to get any information they could about the incident involving Gideon.One of the journalists, pushing through the crowd, called out, “Can you confirm if Andrew actually proposed to Mr. Gideon with a plan to have Ethan Wills killed, and did Gideon turn him down?” The question was sharp and probing, aimed at uncovering every detail of the drama.“Are you so driven by greed that you didn’t hesitate to plot someone’s death?” one of the journalists shouted, their voice
Sitting alone in his small, dimly lit cell, Andrew’s mind kept circling back to Gideon’s visit. He could still hear Gideon's voice clearly, even though he had left hours ago. Gideon had spoken with such intensity, and Andrew couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled over him since then. As Andrew stared at the cold, hard floor of his cell, he felt a growing sense of dread about what might come next. He could almost hear the echo of Gideon’s words, making his anxiety worse. "I shouldn't have done this," Andrew muttered under his breath, feeling a deep regret. His head hung low, and he stared at his lap, where his hands were clasped tightly together. "I shouldn't have let him take full advantage of the situation. It was a mistake.” “If only I had said no back then,” Andrew lamented, his voice filled with sorrow as he shifted uncomfortably on the narrow bed in his cell. He leaned against the cold, concrete wall behind him, trying to find some solace in the familia
“Ethan? Ethan!!!” James shouted loudly, his voice filled with urgency as he sprinted through the grand hallways of the mansion. His eyes darted around, frantically searching for any sign of Ethan. He had woken up before dawn and travelled across town just to have an important conversation with him.James hurriedly made his way to Ethan’s bedroom, but to his disappointment, the room was empty. He quickly checked the basement, but Ethan was nowhere to be found there either.“Could he have gone to the company already?” James wondered aloud, his brow furrowed with worry. “That doesn’t make sense. He’s still not fully recovered from his illness. He shouldn’t be going back to work just yet.” With that thought, James resumed his search, growing increasingly anxious.James climbed the ornate staircase two steps at a time, his voice echoing through the mansion with increasing frustration. “Ethan??? Where are you?” His shout grew louder and more exasperated as he reached the top of the stairs
Two weeks later...With Ethan's hands folded behind him, he couldn't help but stand close to the window, his eyes scanning the environment as a lot of thoughts raced through his mind.If there was one thing he wasn't expecting, it was the fact that he'd be living this peacefully for so long now. A smile crept across his lips as he enjoyed the view before him."Things are quiet, and that's heavenly," he mumbled to himself as he continued staring out of his office.Just as he was lost in his peaceful thoughts, a sudden call from behind him caught his attention, making him turn around to see who was calling him in such a way."Ethan? Mr. Ethan!"James stormed into his office, his breaths coming out in short gasps as he panted, trying to catch his breath. Ethan's brows creased as he stared at James in both confusion and anticipation.He wasn't sure why James was in such a state, but one thing was certain: something either good or bad had happened. At this thought, Ethan rushed towards Jam