The next day, Oliver went straight to the police station to report what had happened the night before. He recounted the details of the car chase, how he was followed and almost hit by several cars, and how he barely managed to escape. At first, the police didn't seem too interested in helping him, which made Oliver feel frustrated and powerless."Why aren't you doing something about this?" Oliver asked, trying to keep his voice calm."We're sorry, sir," the officer replied, "but without any concrete evidence or witnesses, there's not much we can do."Oliver was about to give up when he remembered the pile of money he had left in his car. Though he was aware that using money to get what he wants was not acceptable, he was left with no other option."Wait a minute," Oliver said, "I have something that might change your mind."He went out to his car and came back with a pile of cash in his hand. The officer's eyes widened as he saw the amount of money."What's this for, sir?" he asked."
Oliver sat in his living room, staring at the folder in his lap. He had finally decided to do something about his stepbrother's suspicious connections. With a determined look in his eyes, he flipped open the file and scanned through the photographs and documents, feeling a sense of anger bubble up inside him.He couldn't believe that someone in his own family could get involved with such dangerous people. It was time for him to take action.He picked up his phone and dialed a private investigator's number that he had found online. After a few rings, the investigator picked up."Hello, this is Adrian. How may I assist you?" the investigator asked."Yes, hello Adrian, my name is Oliver. I have an urgent matter that I need your help with," Oliver said, trying to keep his voice calm."I see. What do you need me to investigate?" Adrian asked, sounding curious.Oliver hesitated for a moment, then decided to spill the beans. He explained to the investigator about his stepbrother's suspicious
Oliver sighed deeply as he leaned back in his plush office chair, stretching out his tired limbs. The long day at work had been tedious and exhausting, but he was grateful for the paycheck that came with it all. Just as he was about to pack up and call it a day, his phone rang suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence."Hello?" Oliver spoke into the receiver, wiping the sweat from his brow."Hey, Oliver, it's me, Carter." He could detect the smugness in his voice, even through the phone."Carter? What do you want?" Oliver's curiosity was piqued; he and Carter did not have the best relations."I was just thinking...you come at small gathering of our family later," Carter said, his tone arrogant as usual, "Dad will look for you." Oliver was taken aback by the offer. He never imagined Carter would invite him to socialize outside of family obligations. His initial instinct was to decline, as he preferred to be alone most of the time. However, something inside him told him to agree. Maybe i
It was a warm summer day in the city, and Oliver was feeling restless. As it was a holiday and there was no work, he decided to visit his friend Adam's bakery shop. Oliver and Adam had been friends since childhood, and there was nothing that they couldn't talk about.As he walked into the bakery shop, the aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but smile. Adam was busy preparing a batch of croissants, but he immediately stopped what he was doing when he saw Oliver."Oliver! What a pleasant surprise!" Adam said as he approached to give his friend a hug."Hey, Adam. I was in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd drop by and say hello," Oliver replied, returning the embrace.Adam gestured towards a small table in the corner. "Come, sit. I'll make us some coffee."As Adam went about making the coffee, Oliver looked around the shop. It was a cozy little place, and the walls were lined with shelves filled with various baked goods.As they sat down t
Oliver’s heart was pounding as he walked through the familiar streets of his former neighborhood. He had spent years as a vagabond, moving from place to place, never settling down. But now, here he was, back in the place where it all started.Adam was walking beside him, a slight smile on his face as he watched Oliver take in the sights around him. “How does it feel to be back?” he asked.Oliver shrugged. “We’ll see.”Adam reached out and clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on. I want to show you something.”They turned down a side street and Oliver’s eyes widened as his old apartment building came into view. The paint was peeling and the windows were dirty, but it looked the same as it had when he had lived there all those years ago.Adam led him up the stairs to his old apartment and opened the door. The place was rundown and smelled of mildew, but it was like a shock of electricity went through Oliver’s body. Memories flooded his mind, both good and bad.He turned to Adam with a gri
Oliver sat in his car as he revved the engine, the sound echoing through the empty streets. He was heading to the mansion where his step-brother Carter lived, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation.He knew he had to talk to Carter, confront him about the phone call he had received the night before. The voice of the old man on the other end had threatened his life and the lives of his family, and Oliver couldn't shake the feeling that Carter was somehow involved.As he drove, his mind raced with thoughts of what he would say to his step-brother. Would he be able to keep his cool and demand the truth, or would he lose his temper and ruin any chance of getting answers?Finally arriving at the mansion, Oliver took a deep breath and got out of his car. He walked up to the front door and rang the bell, trying to steady his nerves as he waited for Carter to answer.Moments later, Carter appeared at the door, his face calm and cool as always."Oliver, what a surprise," he said in his s
Merideth anxiously checked her watch again as she stepped out of her car at Carson's school. She had been dreading this moment all morning since she hadn't heard from her son. His phone had gone straight to voicemail, and none of his friends had seen him since yesterday. Her heart raced as she walked towards the school building.She was supposed to pick him up from school yesterday, but she had been held up at work. Carson had left without her, saying that he would walk home. It wasn't the first time he had done this, so Merideth hadn't thought much of it. Now, she regretted not trusting her instincts and insisting on picking him up.As she wandered the school halls, Merideth frantically looked around for any sign of her son. Her heart was beating so fast, she thought it might explode. The thought of Carson being missing was too much to bear. She felt like she was suffocating.Merideth's phone vibrated in her purse, and she quickly pulled it out, hoping it was Carson. Instead, it was
The atmosphere in the hospital room was tense as Oliver lay in his bed, his body bandaged and hurt from the gunshot wound inflicted on him by the kidnapper. His family and closed friends had gathered around him, grateful that he had come out the other side alive, but worried about how long it would take for him to heal.As they sat there in silence, Oliver's step-brother, Carter, spoke up. "Oliver, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the way I've treated you in the past. I've been so caught up in my own issues that I never took the time to appreciate all that you've done for me and my family. You saved my son's life, and for that, I can never repay you."Oliver was surprised by Carter's words, but he appreciated the sentiment. "Thank you, Carter. I don't hold anything against you. I was just doing what I had to do to protect Carson."Carter nodded. "I know, but that doesn't mean I can't be grateful. You risked your life for my family, and I'll never forget that."As they talked, C