Byron narrowed his eyes as Lady Bianca raised her head to look at him again. She had this look like she just realized something.Suddenly, she brought something out of her bag. Byron could see that she was staring at a picture but he couldn't see who was in the picture. She creases her brows, looking up at Byron then looking back at the picture as if trying to spot the resemblance.“Are you by any chance Byron Smith? As in, son of the late Don Smith?” Bianca took a closer look, her face etched with an expression Byron couldn't read.“I asked a question first.” He said his voice was firm. Last he remembered, he was meeting lady Bianca for the first time and Drake didn't make mention of his name during this meeting to her. At least not one he was aware of.Even Drake calls him manager, rather than ‘Byron’ especially because he had a new identity and would love to keep it that way till he makes everyone pay!Byron's eyes darted at Drake who lowered his head, then to Maggie then to Lady
Drake kept mute. He didn't know what to say to Byron. He really had no idea why Lady Bianca wanted him. All he knew was that she was in search of the man in that picture.At first, he just wanted to give it a trial as he wasn't sure the manager and Byron were the same person. Especially since the man in the photo had long shoulder length hair with no beards at all, while the manager behind him was bald with full beards. Even his brows were almost invisible…. Like he shaved almost everything, leaving just a little.He was the complete opposite of the man in the picture so he wasn't sure. But since Lady Bianca promised to get Derek to promote him and also a cheque to do it, he was more than willing.“Here–” Bianca handed him a cheque, and since Byron was standing behind him, he could see the amount written boldly in the cheque. 10.1 million dollars. Byron shook his head one more time with a dry smile. Drake was the Judas he never seemed to notice.Cunning Fox!“That's for a clean job.
“The car keys,” Byron said and walked back to the driver's seat. Sara could see some money, brown envelopes and of course, a gun in the briefcase.“Where is the car taking us to?” She asked.Byron sighed, “This car was arranged for me by whosoever, I don't wanna believe it just yet.” He hoped. “Lady Bianca was supposed to take me in this car to hand over to someone…. There's an address in her phone, so I guess we'd just get there before she does.” He said, started the car then they zoomed off.After about a 50 minute drive, Sarah scanned the area and whispered, “I don't think this address is an apartment, house or anything close to it… it's an airport.” Sarah announced as the car stopped.Just then, they heard a phone ringing. “Is that yours?” Sara asked.Byron shook his head, “No, that's not my ringtone. I think it's coming from the briefcase.” He said and they both walked out of the car.“It's a private number. Do you think they could track our current location with this?” She aske
“Excuse me… what are you doing here?” The man asked, raising his both hands as he saw the gun Byron pointed at him. “Don’t ask questions, just do as I've said and no one gets hurt.” Byron said and moved closer to the man. “I need you to call up to the tower with a message for H629Jk.” Meanwhile, on air, the pilot heard his radio from the tower. “H629Jk, this is an operative reporting from your tower, we just got word from another craft that your plane should be land immediately.” After listening to it, the assistant pilot looked around as if not understanding what he was hearing, they rarely had an immediate landing, then he placed his walkie-talkie close to his mouth, “Tower clear across the board here, am really good for landing?” As the pilot spoke, Byron and the man could hear from the radio. “Tell them they need to land at the south end, following emergency protocols.” Byron tilted his head, his gun still pointed at the man who had worry etched on his face. He shook his he
Meanwhile, Derek was in his apartment, fuming with anger. He grabbed the nearest flower vase beside his TV and smashed it across his door.“Are you all fucking kidding me right now?!” He yelled on top of his lungs. “Are you telling me that that bastard had been working in Gate Corporations for weeks now and no one had a single idea!” What if Bianca didn't find out?Sophia, Alex and Richard all sat in silence. Beatrice wasn't here, she was at out, while they had to face Derek themselves.They hate to break it to her but they all saw this coming. They were aware that Derek was definitely going to find out sooner or later. It's been what? Just three weeks and he already found out.Will they be getting what Beatrice promised them? Because the one month she promised was now remaining just one week. But now that Derek had gotten the news, did they just waste three weeks of loyalty to Byron, or Beatrice for nothing?“Calm down, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, are you sure Byron and th
Sucre slapped the tired man one more time before grabbing a seat then placing it in front of him. He sat face to face with Henry White who was tied to his seat and had blood dripping from his nose and mouth.“You love to get tortured, don't you?” Sucre said to him. “Make the fucking call!”Sara on the other hand walked over to the bathroom as she was starting to feel some kinda way due to the blood she was seeing from the man.He deserved it and more but for some reason, she felt like throwing up. She was a doctor and seeing blood wasn't new to her but she just had this weird feeling.“Are you okay?” Byron asked as he saw her right from where he stood.She nodded, “Yes.” Before walking away.Byron stood not too far from Sucre as he watched him trying to get the old man to make the call.Yesterday, he had expected Beatrice or Derek's men to come after them since they had what he wanted. Fortunately, they were able to shoot back at them and get over to this mansion at pinnock estate.Th
Meanwhile, Sara sat on the chair Lincoln had placed opposite Henry and had been talking to him while Lincoln watched from afar.She held his phone that has been ringing non-stop for about 5 minutes now but he has refused to pick up.“Your boss has been calling a lot, they must be wondering where you are.” She said to him, looking down at the caller ID, it was Beatrice and Derek calling.Henry smiled faintly, “You're right. They must be wondering. The longer they do, the more danger you in particular are in.” Henry explained. She was the only female here, and since the men weren't close, this was his time.“Just call Beatrice and Derek then say what Byron wants you to say to them.” Henry laughed, “Then what? You'll let me go?”Sara cocked an eyebrow, “Never. But Byron would make sure you spend the rest of your life in a decent facility without a death penalty.” Sara explained calmly.“Hahaha!” Henry laughed out loud, “Whichever way. If I make that call…” his gaze fell on his phone on
“It's for the best. At least he's willing to turn himself in.” Sucre said but Sara objected. “No! None of you get it do you? It's a plan! It's staged. This is on national news.” Sara explained. With all Henry had said to her earlier, she believes he had something up his sleeves. Calling the news was more than suspicious. The Henry White she has heard of loves the luxury life and would never do anything to be locked up. He would probably never confess that he had a hand in faking his own death just for more money. “This goes wrong? We are all back in jail.” Tbaj said with a hint of disappointment. He saw some sense in what Sara was saying. Henry had given out their full address and finding them would be as easy as fucking a stripper when you got cool cash. “Let's get out of here, the cops might probably be on their way here.” Lincoln said, grabbing Henry with him. “You're coming with us.” They all walked outside when suddenly, Henry, who had seen the gun Byron placed