"Mr. Winston, Detective Connor spoke with a serious tone, "I have some important news for you."Evan's heart raced with anticipation as he waited for the detective to continue. He had been waiting for this call, ever since his beloved grandfather was brutally killed by a hitman. He promised him that he would do everything in his power to bring justice."I'm listening,"Evan replied, trying to keep his voice steady."We have finally found the location of the hit man who killed your grandfather. He's been on the run, but we managed to track him down. We need to take immediate action before he gets away again,"Detective Connor informed him.Evan felt a surge of emotions wash over him. Relief, anger, and determination all mixed together, making him feel overwhelmed. He knew that this was his chance to avenge his grandfather's death.Evan's voice trembled with anger as he demanded, "Where is he? I want to see him. I want to confront him."Detective Connor remained calm and empathetic, under
"Evan! Is it truly you?" he cried out, his eyes widening in surprise.All eyes turned to Mr. Sanchez as he reacted in disbelief.Evan confirmed with a nod, a small grin forming on his lips."Indeed, it's me. What a surprise to run into you here," he responded, maintaining a composed tone.Mr. Sanchez scrutinized him, clearly surprised by Evan's transformation. The last time they met, Evan was struggling, powerless, and even shunned by Leo after the divorce. But now, he was impeccably dressed in a designer suit, exuding success."Well, well, it seems you've made quite the progress," Mr. Sanchez remarked, his voice tinged with astonishment and a touch of envy.Evan couldn't help but relish the satisfaction of seeing the disbelief on his former father-in-law's face. He had always been underestimated and belittled by Andrea's parents, but now, he had the chance to prove him wrong."I've been doing quite well,Mr.Sanchez" Evan replied, his voice oozing with self-assurance.Mr. Sanchez's gaz
GRAND EMPEROR, VIP ROOM 1Evan's phone suddenly rang, interrupting their conversation with Mr. Alonzo. He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Detective Connor.He excused himself from the table and answered the call, hoping for some good news."What's the update, Detective Connor?"he inquired, his heart pounding with anticipation."We found the hit man, Mr. Winston," the detective said, his voice serious."He's currently in custody at the police station. Do you want to come?"Detective Connor asked.Evan's heart dropped. He couldn't believe that they had finally caught the person responsible for his grandfather's death. He quickly said goodbye to Mr. Alfonzo and rushed out of the casino, making his way to the police station.83rd PRECINCT POLICE STATIONAs he arrived, he saw the hit man being escorted into the interrogation room. He was a tall, muscular man with a cold, calculating look in his eyes. Evan could feel his anger rising, and he knew that he needed to keep a cool hea
"It's Mr. San fuente,"he revealed.Evan's chest throbbed with the intensity of a battle drum as he processed the hitman's shocking revelation. A surge of frigid rage surged through his veins, numbing his mind and causing a chill to run down his back."Mr. San Fuente?!" Evan questioned, his voice barely audible, filled with disbelief."Yes he is,"the hitman confirmed."But how? Why would he want to kill my grandfather?!"The hitman nonchalantly shrugged, his face void of any emotion."It seems your grandfather was involved in something that Mr.San Fuente wanted to keep buried. He hired me to shoot him!" "What something he wanted to keep buried?"Evan demanded, his voice shaking.The hitman, cold and unfeeling, responded, "All i know was Mr. Sanfuente viewed your grandfather as an obstacle to his company's success, a problem that had to be dealt with."Evan's thoughts raced,his heart full of anger and resentment. Mr.San fuente caused too much pain to him since before.Evan's hands tighte
The following morning, Evan was awakened by the persistent ringing of his phone as the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains. Seeing that it was Marga calling, he answered."Good morning, Mr. Winston," Marga greeted him cheerfully. "I hope you had a good night's sleep."Evan stifled a yawn. "Morning, Marga. What's on the schedule for today?""You have a meeting set for 10:00 AM at Yellow Creek Resort to discuss the new spa facility development," Marga informed him."The architects and contractors will be there."Evan's brow furrowed slightly. He had been preoccupied with his grandfather's murder case. However, he knew that his business responsibilities, which were his grandfather's legacy, also required his attention."Okay. I'll be there."Evan replied.Evan ended the call, got up from his bed, and made his way to the window. The burden of his grandfather's case weighed heavily on him, yet he knew he couldn't ignore his work duties. He quickly showered, adjusted his suit i
As Evan entered his room, his mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts. Determined to take action, he swiftly grabbed his phone and dialed the number of the resort manager, demanding to speak with him right away."Good day, Mr. Winston," the manager answered, his voice laced with surprise."How may I assist you?""I am calling to terminate our contract with Alabama Supplies, owned by Mr. Leo Carter," Evan stated icily."Effective immediately.""But Mr. Winston," the manager protested, "Alabama Supplies has been our main wine supplier for years. We have never encountered any issues with them.""I couldn't care less," Evan replied curtly."Just do what i said!""Well, I'm not certain if I can simply cancel our contract like that," the manager hesitated."We have a legally binding agreement.""You should and you will," Evan asserted firmly."Or else, I will find someone else who can replace you," he threatened.The manager let out a sigh. "Alright, Mr. Winston. I will prepare the ter
As Andrea managed to convince Leo to leave, they walked out of the restaurant together. Leo couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment washing over him, and he noticed Evan's smirk from the corner of his eye. It was a playful expression, but to Leo, it felt like a direct hit to his wounded pride."You're here, bastard!'Leo raised his voice."What's funny?" Leo snapped, his voice filled with anger.Evan's smirk grew wider. "Oh, nothing much. Just the sight of a grown man throwing a tantrum in a restaurant.""I'm not throwing a tantrum!" Leo protested, his face turning red with frustration."Of course not," Evan replied sarcastically."You're just a mature, responsible adult who can't handle a little criticism."Andrea, who had been silently simmering with anger, couldn't stay quiet any longer."Leave us alone, Evan. He's upset.""Upset?" Evan repeated, his voice dripping with amusement."I'd say he's more than just upset, he's humiliated."Leo's fists clenched tightly. "You're quit
Mr. Jones paused briefly before responding, “I'll check if he's free.” Meanwhile, across town, Evan was in a business meeting with Marga. As the meeting wrapped up, Evan's phone rang. It was Mr. Jones. “Mr. Winston,” Mr. Jones whispered, “Mr. Carter is here and he wants to talk to you.” Evan's jaw clenched. “Let him know I'm not available,” he said sharply. Mr. Jones sounded desperate. “But Mr. Winston, he's insistent on speaking with you. It's regarding the ongoing issue with his company.” Evan remained firm. “Mr. Jones, I've made it clear I don't want to talk with him. I have no interest in his words. Deal with it yourself.” With that, Evan hung up and refocused on the meeting. Marga, who had observed the interaction, couldn't help but wonder about the situation between Evan and Mr. Jones. As the meeting concluded, Evan and Marga navigated their way through the bustling mall. Suddenly, Evan's phone rang once more. It was Mr. Jones, sounding even more urgent than before. “Mr