A warm smile spread across Drake's face as he stepped into the Sullivan's mansion, greeted by a sea of familiar faces. All the stewards, and loyal members of the Sullivan's empire were gathered together.The room was filled with balloons and streamers, and a large banner that read "Welcome Home Drake!" in bold letters. The household staff and members of the Sullivan family were all present, beaming with smiles.It was a "Welcome home!" surprise party which was organised by the household members and it really touched his heart. He felt loved and appreciated, his exhaustion from the hospital stay momentarily forgotten."Welcome home, sir Drake," they all greeted one after the other, some shaking hands with him, while others planting kisses on his cheeks."Thank you, so much," Drake replied them too, one after the other, a warm smile tugged at the corners of his lips."Looking for someone?" Grandfather Walter inquired, as he could see through Drake, his eyes moving from one end of the ro
Drake stepped into the office, feeling revitalized after a week of recuperation at home. Taking a two weeks break to him, was more than just waiting to get better before resuming work as the chairman of the Sullivan's group. It also gave him time to be with his wife and daughter whom he had been away from for quite a long time.Michelle had finally be enrolled in one of the most expensive schools in the city, but things haven't been going on well with her. Her classmates wouldn't cease to laugh at her calling her a cripple and a disabled girl."Don't worry about them, baby," Drake would always tell her. "I'm very sure that one day you'll walk again,"Drake really wanted Michelle to walk again, but the hospitals around were not seeing it's possibilities. He had even taken her for several X-ray scans just to know the extent to which the accident had affected her legs, and each time, the doctors would call him to a separate corner and tell him that they weren't seeing the possibility of
The board members of the Sullivan's group fidgeted in their seats, exchanging whispered conversations as they awaited Drake's arrival. The tension in the room was palpable, with some members expressing doubts about his attendance."Do you think he'll show up this time?" whispered a female board member, her brow furrowed with concern."Of course, he will," replied another."I hope he does," another member added. "Remember what happened the last time.""Let's just hope he doesn't keep us waiting this time around, and then leave without prior notification."The whispers continued, with some members speculating about him abusing the fact that he was the only heir to the Sullivan's empire and others wondering if he was truly committed to leading the company. "If not for the fact that he was the only surviving member of the Sullivan family to take over the empire," another displeased member of the board expressed her dissatisfaction."I really find it difficult to believe that Walter Sulli
Agent Conner arrived at the police station, and the bustling atmosphere immediately caught his attention. Drake had instructed him to try and reopen the case regarding the death of his parents which was buried a long time ago.Drake had done everything he could to make sure he didn't involve the police, but it seems as though none of it was working. He really needed to know more about the IRIS and what really happened to his parents.As agent Conner entered, he saw people coming and going, and the air was filled with the sound of ringing phones and urgent conversations. He made his way inside to the desk officer, carefully holding onto the file he had obtained from Drake.Suddenly, a man dressed in black, and wearing a hat which covered his face, bumped into him, causing Conner to stumble and nearly drop the file. "Hey, watch it!" he exclaimed, but the man simply muttered a quick apology and hurriedly made his way out of the station. Agent Conner couldn't shake off the feeling that th
Drake walked through the front door, greeted by the warm smiles of Summer and Michelle. The aroma of freshly made sandwiches wafted from the kitchen, making his stomach growl with anticipation. "Hey, guys! Sorry I'm late," he said, dropping his keys on the counter.Ever since Summer and Michelle returned to live with him in the Sullivan's mansion, he had really become a happy man once again. Coming home to meet Summer and Michelle at home waiting for him was everything he could ever wish for.As he approached the kitchen, planting a gentle kiss on Summer's cheeks, she smiled, waving him off playfully, her hands busy assembling the sandwiches. "No worries, dear. We're just getting started.""Oh really?" Drake smiled, taking in a deep breath as the aroma of the sandwiches filled his nostrils, his stomach, growling even louder."Yes, honey," Summer smiled in return. "You just go and take a shower, and by the time you're done, dinner would be ready," The fact that Summer, herself, had de
"Thank you so much for the information," Drake greeted, as the call came to an end.He stood there a few more seconds wondering what exactly was going on, who this Hillary Koeman could and how he knew about his parents death.He wished there was someone else whom they could get evidence from as it was crystal clear that Mr. Koeman wouldn't tell him anything unless he agrees to his proposal. "Dad, aren't you done?" He head Michelle call out to him, jolting him from his deep thoughts."I'm sorry," he quickly apologised as he returned to join them.Summer noticed his unease but chose not to ask anything about especially with Michelle still there. She didn't want their daughter to sense that things were going wrong.She could see the joy she was having for being with her parents again, and she wanted it to stay that way.It wasn't long after that Drake noticed that both Summer and Michelle had fallen asleep. He gently tapped Michelle, but she didn't stir. Carefully, he lifted her up in h
Drake stood by the window in his room, the late afternoon light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the neatly arranged space. He, Summer and Michelle had just returned from Lewis's office and Lewis had booked Lucy down for a special surgical operation to enable her to walk again. The thought of seeing his daughter walk again, filled him with his optimism, that he just couldn't take his mind off it.Looking into the distant street from the window where he stood on top of the building, he couldn't help but wonder how so much had changed in his life, and with so much more still left to change. Just as he was lost in these troubling thoughts, his phone buzzed, jolting him back to the present. He picked it up and saw a message from him Prisca, reminding him of his meeting with the foreign investor from Russia.Drake sighed, as it had almost skipped his mind that he was to meet with a foreign investor from Russia. Grandfather Walter had also requested him for a gatheri
Drake's heart pounded in his chest as he weaved through the city streets, the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on his mind. The cryptic message and the mysterious caller had left him feeling uneasy, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He was expecting agent Conner to have called or texted to inform him that he was done with what he was doing at the office, but nothing like that had occurred.As he approached the designated location, Drake's thoughts raced. What if this was a trap? Who was this person, and why did he want to meet him alone? The questions swirled in his mind, adding to his growing unease. Finally, Drake arrived at the address and parked his car. He took a deep breath and stepped out onto the sidewalk, scanning the area for any signs of the mysterious caller. The street was quiet, with only a few pedestrians passing by, and Dexter couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as he made his way toward the meeting spot. Suddenly, a figure