Dorothy held the sleek phone to her left ear, her footsteps echoing softly as she strolled through the vast corridors of the mansion. "...so that means you're staying longer this time around," she said with a hint of determination in her voice. "Yes, Mom, I have a lot of projects on ground," Lana's voice replied from the mobile phone, tinged with a touch of reluctance. "I miss you, my darling," Dorothy sighed wistfully, her words carrying a mix of affection and longing."I miss you too, Mother. I have to go now!" Lana's voice came swiftly, the dialogue ending abruptly with a beep as the call disconnected. Continuing her solitary walk through the mansion, Dorothy's attention shifted to her email. There, amidst the digital correspondence, lay Jake's resignation. A curly smirk tugged at her lips as she absorbed the contents of the message; finally, she had succeeded in removing him from Wallace's sphere. But Dorothy knew Jake wouldn't easily retreat. He possessed the same resilience
"I met with a man at the police station some time ago," Jake began, his voice low yet urgent as the train hummed to life around them. "He claimed to be the head of Blueroof Properties, alleging he had damning evidence against Dorothy—shady dealings and corruption involving law enforcement."Sarah leaned forward, her brow furrowing in concern. "Should we meet with him?"Jake hesitated, his gaze distant as he weighed the implications. "It might be wise. But bringing Dorothy down with the help of a rival company could have repercussions down the line."Sarah's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "If he truly has the means to bring her down for good, wouldn't he be a valuable ally in our fight against Dorothy?"Jake blinked, taken aback by Sarah's directness. "I... I don't want to risk damaging my father's company's reputation in the process. It's one of the most respected in town, but now it's under threat from within.""True," Sarah conceded gently, her voice reflective. "But just because a lea
The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the cozy corner of the bustling café where Jake and Sternice engaged in intense conversation. Amidst the gentle hum of chatter and the clinking of cups, Sternice leaned in, his voice low yet urgent, "So, I've compiled all of Dorothy's illegal activities into a comprehensive file. There's a detective already on the case. I suggest we share all our leads with him and ensure she gets arrested."Jake nodded thoughtfully, sipping his coffee before a sudden furrow creased his brow. "There's this man I've seen with her lately. Do you know him?" he inquired, concern flickering in his eyes."Ah, that's Victor," Sternice replied with a knowing look. "He owns a rival company in our business. And rumor has it, he's quite close to your stepmother."Jake's surprise was palpable. Could Dorothy really be moving on so quickly after losing his father? "If she's allied with him," he pondered silently, "then she might have formidable support." His realiza
Sternice and Jake arrived at the local restaurant to meet with Detective Colin and his junior colleague. As they approached the table where the detectives were seated, the atmosphere was tense yet determined. Sternice extended a firm handshake to Detective Colin, acknowledging their long-standing acquaintance."It’s been a while. You were out of town?" Sternice inquired, taking a seat as Colin gestured for them to sit down."Yeah, please, have a seat," Colin replied, his tone serious yet welcoming. He introduced his junior colleague, a middle-aged man seated beside him, who wasted no time in addressing the purpose of their meeting."With the evidence you've brought us, I can guarantee she'll be locked up for good," the junior detective asserted firmly, locking eyes with Jake and Sternice."When we submit this evidence to the superiors, we'll secure an arrest warrant," he continued with unwavering confidence.Colin, the seasoned detective, then spoke up, emphasizing the significance of
At the police station, Alex rushed in and sought help to escape from someone who was chasing him. He was really scared and out of breath as he told the officer at the front desk, "This person tried to hurt me and now they've taken my friend Maya." The officer sitting at the desk, used to dealing with these kinds of situations calmly, glanced up from his papers. "Please, calm down. Do you know this man? What's your history with him?" he asked, trying to gather essential details amidst Alex's frantic state."He's one of Dorothy's henchmen," Alex replied, his words rushing out. "He threatened me after I confronted Dorothy about her illegal activities at her company."As Alex recounted his harrowing escape from Victor's clutches and Maya's subsequent abduction, his eyes darted around anxiously. Suddenly, he spotted Dorothy entering the station with two men in tow. "There she is! That's the woman who sent her goons after us," Alex exclaimed, pointing accusatorily at Dorothy.The officer
It seemed like a new dawn for Jake and his allies after Dorothy had been imprisoned. Jake felt a huge sense of relief after everything that had happened and finally felt at peace. He was tired but couldn't help thinking back to the tough time he had with his stepmother. He even chuckled to himself thinking about her strong personality. Despite Dorothy's persistent efforts to challenge him, Jake stayed strong and committed to doing what he believed was right.As he reflected on his strength, Jake's thoughts turned to his father. He could almost hear his father's voice in his mind, proud and encouraging. Jake knew that if his father were alive to witness this moment, he would be overflowing with pride. The thought of his father brought a pang of longing; he missed him now more than ever. How he wished his father could see how things had unfolded—the darkness that had consumed his wife, and the light of resilience that had grown within his son."Jake, I was hoping you could partner with
Alex’s mind raced in a whirlwind of terror and disbelief as he stumbled upon Maya’s lifeless body at his doorpost. The sight was a harrowing nightmare made real—her once-vibrant form was now motionless and cold. The scary message written next to her, "You are next," made him feel scared, like something bad was going to happen. His heart was beating so fast as he ran to the police station, feeling like something terrible was about to happen. Despite the icy grip of fear, he was certain of the dark hand behind this atrocity: Dorothy. Though she was imprisoned, Alex knew her malevolent influence reached far beyond her cell. His usual bravado in the face of injustice seemed futile now; this threat was a monster beyond his previous battles. Desperation clawed at him as he burst through the station doors, his voice trembling with raw fear. “He begged the officer at the front desk, saying, "Please, I don't want to die!" His face showed a mix of fear and desperation.The policeman at the fron
The grand halls of the Wallace Grand mansion lay shrouded in an eerie silence, the absence of Enoch Wallace, the patriarch of the family, casting a heavy, somber atmosphere. Jake, the youngest heir of the Wallace dynasty, sat alone in the opulent parlor, his eyes fixed on the well-worn armchair that had once belonged to his father. He ran his fingers over the intricately carved wooden arms, and a rush of memories flooded his mind.Jake's gaze drifted to the nearby mini library, where he had spent countless evenings with his father, listening to stories from beloved books. He rose from his seat, his footsteps echoing through the cavernous room, and walked towards the library. The floorboards creaked softly beneath his feet, each sounds a poignant reminder of cherished moments with his father. As he entered the library, the musty scent of old parchment and ink enveloped him, transporting him back to a time when life was simpler.Jake's fingers grazed the spines of the books, each one a