BASEMENTMr. Frederick was bent on finding out where that loudmouth called Sydney was. The fact that she made it publicly known to everyone and the media that Michael had been kidnapped was on the verge of ruining his plans, as the police would soon be raiding the country, looking for the son of the wealthiest man in the country.Michael was still on the floor, groaning in pain, but then he was shocked about how Mr. Frederick spoke about killing someone as if it were a mere chicken."No, you can't do that. She's just a girl, a student. Why would you send someone to eliminate her?" Michael said, spitting out blood from his mouth. He had been beaten so hard that when he spoke, he occasionally coughed out blood from his mouth as he had been injured all over."Shut up, you idiot! You should be lucky that it wasn't your father who let out this information to the media. If it were him, I'd have killed you already and tried to find out another way to hold him ransom," Mr. Frederick spouted i
“You can go home now, sir. We will begin the course of finding your son immediately. We will start by paying Sydney and Jack a visit; after all, they are your suspects.”“We will also send the license plate to the Department of Motor Vehicles so that we can find out whoever owns the black van that was used to kidnap your son. Rest assured, we will definitely find your son,” the inspector said as he stood up from his seat, ready to go for the hunt.Mr. Winchester’s face could tell he was not in agreement with the inspector. “I want to come along with you, I want to find my son immediately,” he protested as he also stood up from his seat.“I am sorry, sir, but you cannot come with us. The case is in the hands of the police now; we will only report our progress to you and contact you when necessary. Please go home, sir,” the Inspector retorted.“Go home? I cannot go home without my son. There is no home without my son. The Winchester mansion, to me, is just a mansion like any other mansi
THE BASEMENTMichael stood watching Damien, frustrated and banging the wall with his fist about twice. It was evident that Damien was going through a lot and probably had no idea how to overcome this obstacle in his life.Michael thought about his own situation and sighed. He heard the call, he heard the way Damien's wife spoke to him like he didn't care about their daughter, all because he didn't have enough money to pay their daughter's bill."Mr. Frederick must be taking advantage of Damien, knowing that he was in dire need of money and could find a real source of income other than this dirty job of having them capture me," Michael wondered, growing curious about the circumstances.Michael was deeply affected by the news of Damien's daughter's condition. He couldn't keep it to himself; he needed to do something about it. He realized that Damien had recently entered this line of work solely to help his daughter, who was in the hospital."I have to do something. There's no way Mr. Fr
The bank alert left Damien perplexed; he had never earned a quarter of that amount in his entire life. The most confusing part was the source: the person he had been paid to kidnap. Imagining his daughter strong and healthy again, Damien felt joy and confusion mingling within him.“Why would you transfer $200,000 to someone hired to kidnap and harm you? It's illogical; who behaves like that?” Damien questioned Michael, guilt evident in his eyes.“I don’t have any issues with you, Mr. Trust me when I say I know how desperate you must have felt before taking this job. I have a good sense of people, and I can see that you're not a bad person; you're just frustrated at the moment,” Michael calmly replied.Michael’s response triggered a religious awakening in Damien, making him genuinely question his actions. Unable to meet Michael's gaze, Damien grappled with guilt."But what do you really know about me? You only found out about my daughter when you overheard my conversation with my wife.
“I still can’t believe Frederick will be this ungrateful after all I have done for him. Why must men always backbite?” Mr. Winchester said in annoyance. He couldn’t believe the manager of one of his biggest companies would be behind his son’s abduction.Mr. Charles stood beside him with his arms wrapped around his chest, completely lost in his thoughts. He was excellent at giving business advice to the billionaire, but this was a different case. He knew for a fact that a wrong decision might claim the life of his boss's only son, but he couldn’t let Frederick take away what his master had spent years building.“What do you suggest we do?” Mr. Winchester asked in frustration. Mr. Charles was quiet; this was the first time he could not answer his boss when he usually asked him for an opinion.“Say something, Charles; you can’t remain quiet forever,” Mr. Winchester yelled in disappointment. He knew he had to say something; after all, that is what he was paid for. But he knew his opinion
Waking up at the majestic Winchester Mansion had never been more exhilarating than it was today. Mr. Winchester had not slept at all; he remained seated beside his son's bed, gazing at him throughout the night. Though Michael insisted he was alright, his father had different doctors examine him before he went to bed. Michael was awakened by Mr. Charles' voice expressing concern, saying, "Sir, you need to get some sleep. It's already morning, and you haven't slept for two nights.""Lower your voice, Charles. You wouldn't want to provoke my anger by disturbing my son," he said calmly but with a menacing look directed at Mr. Charles. “I am already awake, Dad. Good morning to you all,” he said as he slowly stretched himself on the bed.“How are you feeling, son? Should I inform the doctor to come over?” he asked eagerly. “I am alright, Dad, don’t worry about me; I am okay,” he replied, trying to calm his father’s anxiety.“Oh no! I am running late for my morning classes; I slept past the
The prison corridor felt cold and damp as Mr. Winchester walked down it. The echoing footsteps filled the air, and he finally got to Mr. Frederick's cell. The two guys were like night and day – Mr. Winchester all spiffy, looking like he owned the place, and Mr. Frederick a mess, with this arrogant expression on his face.The cell door creaked open, and Mr. Winchester stepped in. He gave Mr. Frederick a look, not too happy. "Fredrick, you screwed up big time. Trying to hurt my son was a dumb move, and now you're gonna pay for it."Mr. Frederick, laying on his bunk, smirked at Mr. Winchester. "Winchester, you act like your kid is the only one with enemies. There are bigger forces at play, and your precious Michael is in more danger than you think."Getting up close, Mr. Winchester said in a low, serious voice, "Your threats won't help. My son's gonna be safe, and you'll rot in here for what you did."Fredrick chuckled, and it sent a shiver through Mr. Winchester. "You're clueless, Winch
Mr. Frederick sat silently in the interrogation room, both of his hands cuffed to the chair and his head hung low as two police officers stood over him."Tell us more about what happened to Mary, Mr. Frederick," one of the officers in charge of the investigation asked, but Frederick stayed silent.Mr. Frederick could already tell this wasn't going to end well for him. He had no idea how long he'd been in this room, but he could tell this wouldn't end in his favor if he did not give these men what they wanted. The only problem was that he still did not want to."We need all the information we can get from you regarding this case, Mr. Frederick. This matter is proving to be more complicated than we thought," the second policeman said, his eyes staring down intently at the man sitting before him."I already gave you everything I know. What more do you two want from me?" Mr. Frederick asked, already tired and exhausted from all the interrogation. He could feel his head pounding hard from