We arrived at the grand mansion, and Katherine knocked on the door. A maid answered, and the Alpha showed her a fake ID card. "We're here to investigate," he said, and the maid stepped aside, revealing the parents. The mother was crying, while the father paced back and forth. Marcus cleared his throat to get their attention. "Officer John," Marcus introduced himself, and the father nodded. "Please, have a seat." Marcus and Katherine sat down, and Marcus continued, "Sorry for the misfortune." Marcus expressed his condolences, and the father thanked them. "You both look new here," he observed, his gaze shifting from Marcus to Katherine. Marcus smiled and lied, "We've just been transferred here." The father nodded, and asked, "How may I be of help?""Where was the last place you saw your son?" Marcus asked, and the father glanced at the mother before responding."At the party, he said he was going to dance." The mother's voice cracked as she spoke, tears streaming down her face."D
Owen burst into the room, tossing a scanty mini-dress at Amayah. She picked it up, her eyes widening in shock. "What's this?" she asked, her voice trembling."Put it on. We're going out," Owen commanded, his tone brooking no argument.Amayah stood up, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not wearing this! I'm not a stripper," she protested, folding her arms across her chest.Owen's eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her body. "Put it on, Amayah. I don't have time for this," he growled, his patience wearing thin.Amayah stood her ground, her heart racing. "No, I won't wear it," she said firmly.Owen's expression darkened, his eyes glinting with a warning. "Don't push me, Amayah. Put it on now," he barked, his voice low and menacing.As he moved closer, Amayah backed away, her eyes fixed on his face. But Owen was relentless, his hands slapping against the wall on either side of her head, trapping her."You know what I can do," he whispered, his hot breath on her face, his hands slidin
Marcus emerged from his room, his expression irritated. "They're still unconscious," he said, his voice laced with disdain.Katherine nodded, her eyes narrowing. "Yes, they are," she hissed.Marcus strode past her and entered the room where the culprits were being held. He grabbed a bowl of water and splashed it onto their faces, causing their eyes to snap open."Bastard," one of them muttered, their gaze darting around the room in disarray.Marcus glared at them, his voice firm. "Shut up."He dragged a chair in front of them and sat down, his movements deliberate. From his pocket, he pulled out a photograph of the T-Force group and handed it to them."What do you know about this picture?" he demanded, his eyes boring into theirs.Their eyes widened, their faces pale, as they took in the image.Their eyes darted back and forth between Marcus and the photograph, their fear palpable. "Answer me," Marcus barked, his voice low and menacing.They flinched, which only seemed to irritate Mar
Amayah was shocked. She couldn't believe Marcus had bid $1000 on her. She felt uncomfortable and didn't know what to do."The customer is waiting for you," the manager said, and Amayah nodded. She slowly walked to the VIP room, feeling nervous."Come in," Marcus said with a smile. Amayah pushed open the door and saw Marcus pouring himself a drink. He took a big gulp and said, "My ex-wife, now a stripper." Amayah looked away, feeling ashamed."Is this how things got worse for you?" Marcus asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.Amayah swallowed hard, her eyes avoiding his. "Let's get to business," she said, her voice firm.Marcus began to circle her, his eyes fixed on her, making her uncomfortable. She squeezed her hands tight into her skirt, her anger towards Owen boiling over.At that moment, she hated Owen more than anything. With a sigh, Marcus moved backwards, his hands crossed at his back. "Strip," he commanded.Amayah nodded, her eyes flashing with resentment. Marcus lay on the b
"What's the problem?" Owen asked, his tone laced with annoyance. Amayah nodded, her eyes fixed on him. "He also offered me some cash inside the room. So how did he get that amount of money? That's what I’m wondering," she said, her voice firm. Owen's face lit up with a smile. "That means we're richer than before," he said, his tone dripping with excitement. But Amayah's expression turned into a deep frown. "I don't get it," she said, her voice laced with confusion. Owen rolled his eyes, his impatience evident. "Babe, don't try to act stingy. Where's the money?" he asked, his hand outstretched. Amayah chuckled, a sarcastic glint in her eye. "You're joking, right? You don't expect me to take money from my ex, do you?" she asked, her tone incredulous. "See, Amayah, stop with all this 'my ex' bullshit," Owen said, his voice laced with frustration. "He knew he was your ex when he agreed to go to the room with you." Amayah stared at him in disgust, her eyes wide with disbelief. "So
"Who's there?" the Tycoon Lord shouted, but there was no answer. He turned to Xavier, whose eyes were wide with fear. The Tycoon Lord put his finger to his lips and whispered, "Shh." Xavier nodded, and they both moved forward cautiously. When they reached the junction, they didn't see anyone. They breathed a sigh of relief. "I think it was just a stray cat," the Tycoon Lord said, and Xavier nodded in agreement."What were we saying?" The tycoon lord asked, his mind still reeling from the sudden change in topic."You were asking me to keep an eye on my daughter," Xavier replied, his voice firm. "Why?""Actually, I suspect your daughter knows something we don't," the Tycoon Lord said, his eyes narrowing. "She acts like a spy, always watching and listening."Xavier shook his head vigorously. "No, you're mistaken. She knows nothing," he defended his daughter.The Tycoon Lord chuckled. "What do you know? I've been in this business for a long time. Keep an eye on her and make sure you gi
Marcus's phone rang, breaking the silence, and he saw Sandra's name flashing on the screen. He picked up, his voice firm. "Yes?""Can you come over? It's urgent," Sandra said, her voice laced with a hint of desperation."Okay, I will," Marcus responded, his expression unreadable."Now!" Sandra begged, her voice cracking.Marcus nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "Okay," he said, and with that, he ended the call.Kathrine raised an eyebrow. "Who's that?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her."Sandra, she needs me to come over,” Marcus mumbled, his eyes already distant.Kathrine nodded, and Marcus stood up, his movements swift. He put on his jacket, picked up his car keys, and drove off.Marcus arrived at the house, his heart racing with anticipation. He knocked, and Sandra swiftly opened the door, pulling him inside with a sense of urgency."Did you see anyone?" she asked, her eyes scanning the surrounding area.Marcus shook his head, confusion etched on his face. "No,
He gazed at the bracelet, his expression unyielding, before finally arranging his belongings and dialing Katherine's number. She answered on the first ring."I think I've found the culprit," he said, his voice firm and commanding."Who is it?" Katherine asked, her tone curious."General," he replied, his disappointment evident.Katherine gasped. "How could he do this?""Get the men ready," Marcus ordered, his voice dripping with anger. "I won't spare him."He ended the call and stepped outside, his hands clasped behind his back as he began to pace back and forth, his eyes blazing with fury.General entered the house, a smile plastered on his face. "Sorry for keeping you waiting," he said, his tone cheerful."It's fine," Marcus responded, his voice tight, trying to conceal his growing anger."Sit," Marcus commanded, pointing to the chair.The General nodded and sat down, his eyes darting around the room. Marcus sat opposite him, his foot tapping slowly, his gaze fixed intently on the G