"What do you want, Alexander Cromwell?" However, his annoyance was short-lived as he heard the calm and composed voice of Alexander Cromwell on the other end of the line."Hey, calm down. I just wanted to talk to you," said Alexander.Not keen on having a conversation with the infamous Alexander Cromwell, Dave was about to disconnect the call when he heard Alexander's wicked laugh."What's so funny?" asked Dave, perturbed by the sound of the laugh."I'm coming to the 5-star hotel. It seems like you're having a great time there. I'd love to join you," said Alexander, still chuckling.Dave was stunned upon hearing this and couldn't understand why Alexander would want to meet him. This was definitely not a good sign."What do you want from me?" Dave asked, trying to keep his voice steady.Alexander didn't give him a straight answer; instead, he continued to laugh wickedly. This only made Dave more concerned and tense. He couldn't imagine what Alexander would want from him."Listen, Alexa
As consciousness slowly seeped back into his senses, Dave's eyes flew open, and he found himself in a dimly lit room.Panic gripped his chest as he realized his hands were tightly bound, rendering him immobile.His head throbbed with a dull ache, adding to the disorientation he felt.With a surge of adrenaline, he screamed out, the sound echoing through the empty space."Where am I?" he cried, his voice filled with fear and confusion. But there was no immediate answer, only the oppressive silence that surrounded him.Suddenly, a tall figure emerged from the shadows, donning a mask that concealed their identity. Dave's heart raced as he stared at the stranger, his voice trembling."Who brought me here? What do you want from me?" he demanded, his voice bold and deep despite the fear that gripped his soul.The masked man stood before him, his presence intimidating. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he noticed a faint glimmer in the distance.A single source of light, barely more than
Taking a deep breath, Dave locked eyes with the assassin, his voice unwavering. "I refuse to be a pawn in Cromwell's game, but I am willing to cooperate under one condition," he stated firmly.The man's eyebrows were raised, and he was intrigued by Dave's proposition. "What condition might that be?" He asked, and his tone was filled with curiosity."I will work for Cromwell, but only if he assists me in unraveling my own past. I need access to my memories and the truth about who I am and why I possess this treasure he desires," Dave declared, his eyes burning with determination.The assassin considered Dave's request, his masked face betraying no emotion. After a tense silence, they finally nodded in agreement. "Very well," the assassin replied, their voice tinged with an undertone of satisfaction."If you prove yourself useful to Cromwell, he may be willing to reveal the secrets that bind you."Relief washed over Dave, knowing that he had negotiated a glimmer of hope amidst the darkn
Alexander Cromwell stepped out of Madam Charlotte's house, his gaze fixed on the sleek black car waiting by the entrance.Welcome, sir. I hope your meeting with Madam Charlotte went well.".The driver, clad in a crisp suit, said so and opened the door with a practiced ease, inviting him inside."Madam Charlotte's encounter was my best experience; she's in my mind with me, and I'm willing to let Dave down."Alexander Cromwell said it with a playful tease on his lips.As he settled into the comfortable leather seat, Alexander couldn't help but smile—a rare display of genuine happiness."To have Madam Charlotte as a friend is a blessing in disguise," he murmured to himself, his voice filled with satisfaction.Their connection seemed to run deep, a bond forged through a shared penchant for manipulation and calculated moves.As the car glided through the city streets,Alexander relished in the knowledge that he had found a kindred spirit in Madam Charlotte, someone who understood the exhila
Amelia padded across the hallway, her bare feet making a soft thud against the cool wooden floor. As she approached the living room, she could hear the faint murmur of her mom's voice.Curiosity piqued, she quickened her pace and pushed open the door to find her mother, Madam Charlotte, sitting on the couch with a serene smile on her face."Good evening, Mom," Amelia said, a hint of sleepiness still present in her voice. "Who came to visit us?"Madam Charlotte's eyes sparkled with delight as she turned her attention to her daughter. "Oh, Amelia, you won't believe who it was," she replied, her voice filled with excitement."It was Alexander Cromwell, the son of the late Mr. Cromwell." Madam Charlotte reclined comfortably on her plush couch, her slender fingers clutching the phone tightly.She had just concluded a conversation that seemed to have left her in high spirits, a mischievous grin dancing on her lips."Mom, what were you talking about?" Amelia asked, her voice filled with intr
"I am tired. I am tired," Dave said as he continuously ran along the streets.Blood stains were still visible on his shirt as he ran into the busy streets. He was running on adrenaline as his heart raced in his chest. Fear flooded his veins as he frantically looked for cover from the lurking danger behind him.He got to the end and tried to take a deep breath. He coughed slightly and picked up his phone to reach out to the hotel worker."Pick my call, man! he said with a clenched fist and hit it on a table behind him."Why is he not picking up my calls?"He said it with furrowed eyebrows.He continued to call the hotel worker, but no one answered. He gave up and continued to walk on the streets until he saw a shopping center ahead."I really need to quench my thirst; I'm thirsty." He muttered to himself and hurried towards the entrance in a frenzied state of desperation, hoping for a brief respite.His frantic breathing drew attention from onlookers as he crashed through the doors.Da
Shopkeeper, get my package to the car and make sure everything I bought is not left out." Nelson Cruz said it with a smile."Thank you, sir. What about the change?" The shopkeeper asked when Nelson turned away without asking for his change."You can keep it; I don't need to ask for change". Nelson said with a grin and turned away, leaving the shopkeeper, who was very happy for the gift.With joy,he quickly went to open the door for Nelson and say goodbye.Nelson bumped into his car, and they drove away from the shopping mall to Madame Charlotte's house.As they reached it, Nelson called out for the maid to get the items inside."You're welcome, Boss, the maiden said, asking for Nelson's suitcase.Nelson gave it out to her, and the maiden quickly went to open the wicket behind her. The maiden,still in a hurry, placed Nelson's suitcase on the gold table."Good evening, Madam Charlotte. Goodevening Amelia". The maiden calmly greeted them."I'm very sure Nelson is back from work." Amelia
"Vroom, Vroom, Vroom... (The sound of cars was heard on the streets.Cars were honking while tires were screeching.*****Dave was still walking, making his way down the street towards his apartment. It was past midnight, and the street was empty save for a few pedestrians on the pavement. People who saw him approaching stared at him and thought he was mad.As he continued walking, he began to think about his father's call. They hadn't spoken in a while, and he was eager to catch up with him and tell him all about his recent hardships.Dave was left wondering where his father was and why he had called him in such a panicked state. Dave had wanted to keep what happened recently to himself, but it seems his Dad has already gotten information about it.Is my Dad hurt? Has something happened to him?Dave picked up his pace, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried calling his dad back, but the phone rang unanswered. He left a frantic message, asking his dad to call him back as soon as pos