Marcus turned around, his eyes narrowing as he saw Grey holding a gun. "Drop the gun, Marcus!" he barked, his voice firm.Grey let out a hiss, his grip on the gun tightening. "I come in peace," he said, but Grey was unconvinced."I swear on my life, I come in peace," Marcus repeated, but Grey was beyond reason. With a surge of anger, Marcus pushed Grey hard, sending him crashing to the ground. Marcus quickly snatched the gun from Grey's hand, his fingers wrapping tightly around it."I come in peace. Why is that so hard for you to understand?" Marcus sneered, his eyes blazing with anger.Grey winced as he struggled to stand up, a smirk still plastered on his face. "What do you want, Marcus?" Grey demanded.Grey's expression turned disgusted. "If it's about why I killed the owner of the vaccine, forget it. Just get the fuck out of my house."But before Marcus could respond, a sound came from inside the room. Grey's eyes flicked towards the noise, and he cleared his throat. "Where t
Marcus pulled away from the hug, his eyes wide with shock. "I've been looking for my family all this while, and I never knew it was you," he said, his voice filled with emotion.Grey chuckled, wiping away his tears. "I've lived with the thought that maybe I was the one who had killed you, Marcus. I used to curse myself, blame myself, thinking that if I hadn't hidden you, you would have been alive to continue your father's legacy."Marcus shook his head. "You don't have to blame yourself. What if you hadn't hidden me, and I died? You did what was best for me, and look, I'm the biggest thing that's happened to our generation."Grey nodded, a mix of emotions on his face. "You talk just like your father, act just like him - stubborn, just like him. How could I not see this?" he exclaimed, hitting himself. "I almost killed my brother's only child!"Grey's words trailed off, and he hit himself hard, overcome with his fake grief and regret."Uncle, stop!" Marcus said, holding Grey's hand. "D
Marcus stepped out and saw Sandra waiting outside. "I was about to come looking for you," she said, her voice laced with worry. He chuckled reassuringly. "Everything's fine."But Sandra's expression remained skeptical. "Did you get any information?" she asked, and Marcus nodded. "Let's drive home," he said, and she nodded in agreement.As they drove, Sandra's curiosity grew. When they arrived home, Marcus smiled wearily. "I'll talk to you all tomorrow. I'm tired," he said, but Sandra's eyes widened in protest."You're not going to tell me what's happening at that place? It makes no sense that you just want to sleep," she blurted out. Marcus groaned, his patience wearing thin. "Please, can you just go inside for now? We'll discuss it tomorrow."Sandra opened her mouth to argue, but Marcus pulled her into a tight hug. "Please, tomorrow we'll discuss it. I have a headache," he said, and she nodded reluctantly. "Okay," she mumbled.With that, Marcus walked inside his room, banging th
Marcus groaned as he stood up, still feeling the weight of his fatigue. He headed to the shower, took a refreshing bath, and then made his way to the kitchen. He brewed a cup of coffee and ordered a camera online, his mind preoccupied with the mysterious events unfolding around him.He tried calling Sandra, but the phone rang without an answer. Assuming she was busy at the hospital, he typed a quick message: "I'll be late, don't bother calling me." He set his phone aside, closing his eyes and tapping his hands impatiently on the table as he waited for his order to arrive.Marcus's mind wandered back to his late parents, and he tried to dig up more information about their past. But every lead he pursued ended in a dead-end, as if all records of their existence had been wiped clean. This only fueled his suspicion and curiosity.Another puzzle piece that didn't quite fit was the name "Grey". Emma said she had always known the person as "Ghost", not Grey. The discrepancy nagged at him
"Listen to me, I will be the one to end you and your son!" Grey spat, his anger boiling over. "He's already crawling into my trap, and I'll be the one to crush him. Trust me on that!"Marcus's father responded with a smirk on his face, "Let's watch and see who has the last laugh."Enraged, Grey slapped him again. "You bastard, it's because I'm talking to you!" He dragged him by the collar and threw him into a chair, tying him up tightly. "Let's see how your son will save you! Let's see how he'll save you!" Grey fumed.But Marcus's father just stared at him, a calm smile still plastered on his face. Grey's anger reached new heights as he aggressively tied a gag around his mouth, silencing him. Yet, even with his mouth bound, Marcus's father's eyes seemed to say, "We'll see about that."Grey's fingers dug into Marcus's father's face, his eyes blazing with fury. "Your son will be the one to kill you," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "And I'll make sure that happens."With a
Marcus groggily opened his eyes, stretching his body as he sat up. He stood up, his gaze darting towards the window, and was surprised to see that it was already evening."I can't believe I slept this long," he muttered to himself.He searched for his phone, hissing in frustration when he couldn't find it initially. Finally, he spotted it and stretched out his hand to grab it. As he switched it on, the screen lit up, displaying the time - 6:00 pm. He checked for any calls or texts from Sandra, but there were none."Maybe she's already at home," he thought, standing up and putting on his slippers.He headed out of his room, calling out, "Sandra!" His voice was still tinged with sleep, but there was no response. His name echoed back to him, and he called out again, "Sandra!" Still, there was no answer.Marcus checked her room, but she wasn't there. He moved on to the kitchen, then the bathroom, but she was nowhere to be found. A growing sense of unease crept in as he realized Sandra wa
"Sandra!" Marcus barked, but there was no response. He continued moving forward, asking more people about her, but they all said they hadn't seen her, adding to his frustration.Just then, his phone rang. He picked up, "Hello?""Have you seen her?" Katherine asked, her voice laced with concern.Marcus shook his head, even though she couldn't see him. "No, I found her phone. It seems she's been kidnapped."Katherine gasped. "What? Oh no!"Marcus let out a weary sigh. "I've searched everywhere, but no one has seen her.”“Sandra doesn't have any enemies, who would have done this?" Katheine asked."I'm suspecting one person," Marcus said, his eyes darting around cautiously."Who?" Katherine asked, but Marcus hesitated, unsure if he should reveal his suspicions over the phone."Leave that aside for now. Ask the T-Force to start looking for her, and file a police case again," Marcus instructed."I will do that," Katherine replied, before the call ended.Marcus got into his car, his determin
"You're joking, right?" Sandra asked, her eyes wide with fear.But he just scoffed, his grip on her neck tightening. "You heard me," he growled."Please, another option," she begged, her voice trembling.He let out a menacing laugh. "Another option? Do you know why I hate Marcus? Remember that day he broke into my house, the day I drugged you? Sandra."Sandra's eyes were filled with terror as she begged, "Please don't do this to me, please don't."Just then, the door burst open and Amayah entered, quickly kicking Johnson away from Sandra. Sandra ran to Amayah, begging, "Please help me, save me from this demon, please."Amayah burst into laughter. "What do you mean by 'save you from this demon'?" she asked, her eyes wide with amusement. “When am the devil itself!”Sandra took a step back, confusion etched on her face. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling.Amayah's laughter stopped abruptly. "You think you can have sex with Marcus and go scot-free?" she asked, her voice dr