Declan was at the police station in the early hours of the morning. "What are all these!?" The inspector threw a stack of pictures on the table before Declan. "What does it look like?" Declan said coldly. "You tell me. Because it doesn't make any sense to me. Do you realize it's against the law to take unauthorized pictures of someone?" Declan chuckled without humor. "You asked for evidence, didn't you?" Aside from the pictures are recordings of him admitting to his crimes." The inspector leaned back on his seat, gazing lazily at Declan. "You could have put him at gunpoint and made him confess that." Declan's muscles flexed. "You know that's a lie." "How do you prove it? And don't even think of showing me those pictures" Declan's features darkened and it prompted a smirk from the Detective. Slamming his hand on the table, Declan sprang up. Shooting the Detective one last glare, he stormed out of the police station. Declan was so livid as he drove out. He should have kn
At the Livingston's residence, James and his father sat across from each other at the home office. "Everything is going well as planned father. You don't have to worry."James said with an assuring smile. "Ahh.... I'm not worried my child. Not at all. I'm simply overwhelmed. Everything is finally coming to fruition."Chris said sipping from the glass of wine before him. "Thank you so much father. I promise not to disappoint you. I will make sure I make up for everything we've lost over the past few months."Chris looked up at his son with pride and hope in his eyes. "Cheers.""Cheers."They clinked their glasses. The classical music that played in the room intensified, hitting the climax. James and his father shut their eyes at the sweet melody as they celebrated.Immediately, the power went out and everywhere blacked out."What's going on?" Chris hissed with a low tone. "I think the power went out"James ran his hamd along his suit jacket in search of his phone. "Exactly what
James stared at his phone and his features darkened. He squeezed the phone in his hand then flung it across the room with a growl. "Bastard! I swear I will kill you, Declan King!"James seethed, his chest rising and falling in rage. What was Declan? A human or beast? He had just received the photos of his best men all beaten up to pulp and in pain. "This is not the end." James braced himself, adjusting his shirt. Declan may have killed his men, but James had more odds against Declan. He reminded himself that Declan was charged with arson and attempted murder and would be thrown behind bars soon. Declan should even be behind bars at the moment if not for the Influence of the Ashers."It's just a matter of time." James assured himself trying to breath. He retired to bed that night with a heavy heart. The next day was the launching of the B11 medicine at the Livingston's pharmaceutical. Dignified business men and women from all over the world were invited and present. "Welcome ladie
"Is there a problem?" Mandy asked, reading the change in Declan's countenance. "I hope not. I have to go now." He gave her a side hug and dashed out. "Wait!" Declan arrived at the hospital shortly. He went into the Williams ward and Saw May seated beside her mother. "Are they alright?" May turned on hearing Declan's voice. Her face immediately broke into a bright smile. "You're here." She got up and walked up to him. "They are still in coma but the doctors think they will wake up soon. They observed some positive changes since the last time you came." "Oh. That's great news." Declan beamed her a smile at her in relief. He was worried something bad might have happened. "I'm sorry I didn't come earlier, had a serious issue to deal it." Declan walked past May as he spoke to take a look at her mom and sister. Their pulse rate has improved, compared to the last time. "I saw." May stated, her gaze falling on her fingers. She was embarrassed by what she was about to say. "Hu
"Following the arrest of the only surviving son of Chris Livingston of Livingston pharmaceutical, the Company losses . The" Mandy punched the off button on the remote and cut off the voice of the presenter. She picked up her wine glass from the table and turned to Declan. "Cheers?" "Cheers" They clinked their glasses together and took a long satisfied sip from their wine. "Ahh... Now this is what victory feels like." "Are you that impressed?" Declan asked with a knowing smile. "It feels so good. That scumbag got what he deserved. How could he do that to innocent people? He should be locked away for the rest of his life." Declan smiled and walked to the window. He was surely impressed by the outcome of the stunt he pulled. Not only was James arrested, their Company may never be able to recover from the loss. But deep down, Declan knew there was more to be done. He must find out the person responsible for the production of the substance Clara and Ashley were drugged with.
The drive back to the Ashers' residence was a quiet one. Declan's focus was on the road like his life depended on it. Mandy would spare quick glances his way at intervals. His expression was stoic, giving nothing about how he felt away. "Are you okay?" Mandy finally broke the silence. "Yeah. Why?" Mandy bit her lower lip, not sure if she should thread in the part of her thoughts. "What happened in there, is that how you've always lived? I mean, I know you all were not on the best of terms but never in my wildest dream did I imagine that it was that bad." Declan's grip tightened on the steering but was loosened, almost as fast as it happened. "I don't know what you mean but trust me it's nothing. She's properly not in her full mindset yet." Mandy opened her mouth to say something but closed it. She blinked, not believing that Declan would defend Clara after her ungratefulness and disregard of his effort. "When are you finalizing the divorce?" The question came as a shock
"Hmm...." Bench stood up and started to walk up and down the room. "I have never heard of him." "It is not surprising. His reputation barely precedes him. Unless you have an encounter, you may never know how much of a trouble he really is." Jordan poured a quick drink for himself and chugged it down his dry throat. "You make him sound tactical yet you say he is a poor useless son-in-law." Bench remarked, truly intrigued. Jordan pushed out a rush of air from his lungs. "Then you should get to know him by yourself and maybe you will understand better."Jordan pressed his molars together as he spoke with fury in his eyes. Bench walked into his study when he got home and immediately disappeared into his secret room. He pressed in some codes into his space and brought out a list of reputable families he knew of. After hearing what Jordan Smith had to say about Declan, Bench only concluded that Declan was not a wretch. No poor man would step on the feet of the great Jordan Smith a
"So what are we going to do now?" Clara's panicked voice trailed. May had just broken the news of their burnt house to her. "We will move into our villa at hilltop for now then I will figure out what next to do." "Nonsense May! Arrant nonsense! You think a roof over my head is my problem? Have you forgotten my aunt left me a mansion before she died?" May pushed out a breath. "Good riddance. At least you have options." Clara made a grunt, her eyes flaring. "You miss the whole point, May. I have assets in that house. My golds, diamonds… all my rare gems. All my luxurious limited collections. How could you tell me they are all gone? No! It's not possible." May pressed her eyes shut. She always knew telling her mom the news would be hard but she never imagined it to be this painful and devastating. "Mom, you should be grateful. Grateful that we made it. Grateful that you didn't die that night and your body burnt in that fire. Grateful that help came when it did and you were able