Johnson decided to head to the riverside alone, realizing he had no other choice since Don wasn't returning. He couldn't risk using social media, as it would be the easiest way for his pursuers to track him down. With a sigh, he stood up and made his way towards the river area, knowing he had only one option: to use the forest as a means to run away.When Johnson arrived at the riverside, he found it deserted - no boatman, no one in sight. He let out a frustrated hiss, feeling like the universe was conspiring against him. He rubbed his hair, his eyes scanning the surroundings frantically. Just then, he spotted someone approaching from a distance. He quickly pulled up his hoodie to cover his face, his heart racing with anxiety.Katherine, the person approaching, had a sly smile on her face. "So, he thinks he can run away? Bad move," she muttered to herself. She swiftly sent a message to her men: "He's here. Send the police." With a confident stride, she walked towards Johnson, her ey
"Well, I think it's time for me to go," Johnson said, smiling, but before he could take a step, Katherine swiftly pulled out her gun and pressed it against his head. "If you move, I will pull the trigger," she warned, her grip on the weapon tight.Johnson's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell is going on? Who are you?" he asked, but Katherine cut him off with a scoff. "You only speak when I ask you to speak," she said in a cold tone.Johnson cursed himself for underestimating Katherine, blinded by her beauty. He slowly turned around, hands raised, and tried to defuse the situation. "Put the gun down, let's talk," he said, but Katherine's response was fierce."You think I'm joking, right? You think I'm joking?" she yelled, her voice rising, the gun still pressed against his head, her finger trembling on the trigger."Fine," Johnson said, raising his hands in surrender. "Move," Katherine ordered, and he began to walk, his eyes scanning the surroundings for an escape route. He neede
"Do you know what you're accusing him of?" Sandra demanded, her voice indignant. "How dare you!" But the officers nodded solemnly, their faces unyielding."Unlock the door," one of them ordered, but Sandra hesitated, her eyes fixed on Marcus. “Sandra unlock the door,” Marchs gestured."Wait, what? You...you can't let them do this!" she stammered, but Marcus's expression was calm and resigned."Sandra, let them do their work," he said gently, his eyes locked on hers. She stared at him in disbelief, her face crumpling in distress. "You said what? I can't let you go!" she cried out, her voice anguished.But Marcus just smiled sadly and repeated, "Let them do their job." He looked up at the officers and nodded. "Unlock the door." And with that, they dragged him out of the office, leaving Sandra in tears, her eyes streaming with despair.Sandra followed the police cars with some of her men, driving her own vehicle at a high speed to keep up. They eventually arrived at the police statio
Sandra approached the chief police officer, her determination evident in her voice. "Can I see Marcus now?" she asked, but the chief shook his head firmly. “Only with your lawyer present," he replied.Sandra let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes scanning the room before fixing back on the chief. "I really don't have much time to waste, please," she begged, her hands clasped together in a pleading gesture. "I just want to ask him a few questions, please."The chief nodded sympathetically, standing up from his chair. "Follow me," he said, leading Sandra through the station. She nodded, whispering a quiet "thank you" as she walked beside him, her eyes fixed on the door ahead, eager to finally see Marcus and get some answers."Ten minutes," the chief police officer said, granting Sandra access. She nodded, and he attempted to maintain a professional demeanor, pacing back and forth, aware that his staff was watching.Sandra entered the room, and Marcus's back was initially facing her. She
Finally, the General let out a sigh of relief as he found the perfect spot to sneak Don into the hospital. He glanced back at Don, still unconscious, and a sly smile spread across his face - this was going to be easier than he thought. He undid his seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and walked to the back seat. That's when he noticed his phone blinking, indicating missed calls. He picked it up, groaning in frustration - "Shit, I silenced my phone." He saw ten missed calls from Katherine, and his mind raced with the dilemma: answer her call now or finish his mission first and call her back later? The General's eyes narrowed, weighing the options, his priority warring with the urgency of Katherine's repeated attempts to reach him.As he reached for his phone, it slipped from his hand, and he quickly picked it up, seeing a notification - a voicemail from Katherine. He played the message, and her urgent voice filled the air: "General, turn back now. There's a problem. We need Don." The
In no time, Don was dressed and they all drove to the police station. He stepped out of the car, with Sandra behind him, smiling calmly. The press flooded them, microphones and cameras thrust forward."Mr. Don, what do you say about Mr. Marcus's case?" one of the reporters asked.Don raised his hands, stopping them. "I'm here to clarify the situation. Mr. Marcus did not kidnap me. Instead, it was John Xavier," he declared, his voice clear and firm.The crowd gasped, cameras snapping rapidly as the news spread like wildfire. The reporters turned to Sandra, microphones thrust forward. "How do you feel about your brother being involved in this kidnapping case?" one of them asked.But Sandra walked past them, her face hidden behind her hands, as she and Don entered the police station, leaving the chaos of the press conference behind.Don entered the police station and sat down, his eyes cast downward. Sandra and Katherine stood behind him, their faces stern and supportive. Don cleared hi
Sandra's father's expression turned from defiance to unease. John's smirk faltered, and the police officers' grips on him tightened. The press sensed a new development and eagerly raised their cameras, ready to capture the next moment of the unfolding drama."Yes, I have evidence," Marcus declared, his voice firm. "John didn't just kidnap Don, he also planned to kill him."The room erupted into a collective gasp, and John's eyes widened in shock. He wondered how Marcus knew about his plans. He quickly composed himself, his face reddening with rage. "How dare you accuse me wrongly? This is defamation of character!" he roared.Marcus chuckled, taking a step forward as the press closed in, their microphones extended. "Sir, how sure are you about this?" one of them asked."Is this your own way of saving yourself?" another journalist queried."Do you know what your accusations mean?" a third one pressed.Marcus smirked, his eyes locked on John. "Should I prove it here, or do you want me t
"How dare you choose to disgrace this family for someone who isn’t even worth it?" her father barked, his voicefierce with anger."He's my fiancé, Dad. Mind how you speak to him," Sandra replied, her voice firm.Her father shook his head, his expression resolute. "Over my dead body will I watch him become my son-in-law," he declared.Sandra laughed, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Dad, so I look like I care? I will choose him over my so-called brother, who didn't hesitate to sell me off to Marcus early this week," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.Her father's eyes widened in shock. "What? John tried to sell you?" he asked, his voice disbelieving.Sandra nodded, her expression grim. "Yes, Dad. That's the kind of family we are.”"Why didn't you tell me? Let's settle this as a family and forgive him. Why let this go so far?" her father asked, his voice laced with disappointment.Sandra looked him straight in the eye. "He's not being punished for trying to sell me off, rememb