The Truth Kim’s visit fueled Mr. Larkin's determination to find Miller’s real parents. His house was no longer a safe haven. If he couldn't report Miller, he had to make sure he left. His political career was on shaky ground, and his name was being dragged through the mud, all because of Miller. Desperation gnawed at him as he continued his search, feeling more and more hopeless with each passing day. Just as he was about to give up, after a long stressful search, his phone rang. The caller ID showed an unknown number. He hesitated, then answered. "Hello, is this Mr. Larkin?" a woman's voice asked, skipping any formalities. "Yes, it is," he replied, a flicker of hope igniting in his chest and at the same time, curious. "I'm calling from the hospital. You were asking about information concerning Miller’s biological parents, right?" "Yes, yes, I am!" Mr. Larkin said eagerly. "It’s going to cost you. Five thousand dollars," she stated flatly. The amount was ridiculous, fo
Unexpected meeting Mr. Larkin was deep in his investigation, his determination unstoppable despite the numerous dead ends he had encountered. He walked into the hospital, his mind was focused on finding any information about Miller’s biological parents. The hallways were bustling with activity, doctors and nurses moving quickly from one patient to another. He approached the reception desk, trying to look as composed as possible. “Excuse me,” Mr. Larkin began, “please do you have a record of all the adoption that happened here twenty-five years ago? Is there someone I can speak to?” He was sure that it was this hospital. The receptionist glanced up, giving him a polite but guarded smile. “I'm not sure, sir. Moreover, we don't usually don’t disclose such information. You would need to speak with our records department, but they’re not available at the moment.” Mr. Larkin sighed, frustration bubbling up inside him. “Is there anyone else I can talk to? It’s quite urgent.” Just
Unaware visitThe next day…Kim stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie. He could see the worry in Zoey’s eyes as she watched him prepare to go to the Larkins' house."Babe, please," Zoey said, her voice trembling. "Don’t go. It might be dangerous. I don't trust that family."Kim turned to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "My love, I have to. We need answers, and this is the only way to get them.""But what if something happens? What if Miller finds out you’re there? Or what if he's actually there? He could be violent," she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears."I know it’s risky," Kim admitted, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "But my boss is aware of the situation. He’ll be monitoring everything. I’ll be fine, I promise."Zoey shook her head, not convinced. "I just have a bad feeling about this. That family is full of surprises. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Please be careful."I totally understand her fears, Miller had caused her a lot of pain
Miller’s strategy That evening, Mr. Larkin prepared to meet his contact. He left the house quietly, not wanting to draw Miller's attention. Mrs. Larkin gave him a worried look as he slipped out the door."Be careful," she whispered, squeezing his hand."I will," he assured her, planting a quick kiss on her forehead. "This might be our only chance."Driving through the low-lit streets, Mr. Larkin's mind raced. He rehearsed what he would say, how he would explain the situation without giving too much away. His heart pounded as he approached the meeting spot, a secluded café on the outskirts of town.His contact was already there, sitting in a dark corner. Mr. Larkin joined him, the weight of the situation pressing down on his shoulders."Thank you for coming," Mr. Larkin began, his voice low.The man nodded, his expression serious. "You said it was urgent. What’s going on?"Mr. Larkin took a deep breath and explained, carefully omitting any sensitive details. "I need to find the Shaman
Shaman’s searchMr. Larkin was determined to find Miller's biological family. Even after Miller’s fake apology. He had come this far and wouldn't just back down. He couldn't tolerate the chaos Miller brought into their lives any longer. With the new information from his colleagues, he decided to visit the Shaman's residence, hoping to gain some clarity and possibly some help.Driving up to the Shaman's estate, Mr. Larkin was immediately struck by the sheer luxury. The mansion was enormous, surrounded by meticulously maintained gardens and high walls. The security presence was overwhelming; guards in sleek uniforms patrolled the perimeter, and surveillance cameras were everywhere.As Mr. Larkin approached the gate, a guard stopped him. "State your business," the guard demanded, his voice devoid of warmth."I'm here to see the Shaman," Mr. Larkin replied, trying to sound confident."Does the boss know you're coming?" the guard asked, eyeing him suspiciously.Mr. Larkin hesitated. "No, b
DisappointmentMr. Larkin waited for another week before he returned to the shaman’s estate. This time, his determination was firmer, and he was eager to get some answers. As he approached the gate, the same hostile securities met him. Without waiting for them to react, he started shouting.“I need to see the shaman! This is urgent!” Mr. Larkin’s voice boomed, catching the attention of everyone nearby.This was a peaceful neighborhood and noise wasn't appreciated. The guards quickly approached him, pushing him away from the gate. “We told you last time, old man. Get out of here!” one of them snarled, shoving Mr. Larkin backward.But Mr. Larkin stood his ground. “I will not leave until I see the shaman!” He struggled against their grip, making a scene. His persistence paid off when Mrs. Shaman came out from the house, drawn by the commotion. She wondered how that could be. But approaching the gate she couldn't remember or recognize Mr. Larkin’s face.“What is going on here?” she asked,
I want to goMiller had always been curious about the hushed conversations between Mr. and Mrs. Larkin. He never felt like he belonged, and recently, his suspicion that something was being hidden from him had only grown stronger. One evening, as he walked past their bedroom, he heard his name mentioned and paused to listen.“Miller is the shaman’s grandson, Darling,” Mr. Larkin was saying. “His family doesn’t want him because of his criminal records.”Miller’s heart skipped a beat. The shaman was his biological family? He had always known they were influential and powerful, but hearing this confirmed it. He didn’t wait to hear more. His mind raced with possibilities. If he could reach out to them, they could help him with his situation. He envisioned himself living with his real family, leaving the Larkins behind for good.He thought about life as the son of such a powerful dynasty. With their influence, he could have everything he ever wanted, including the means to fight back agains
A CRY FOR HELPKim had always been a meticulous investigator, and his curiosity about the Larkins and Miller only grew with time. He began asking questions around town, getting more serious with his investigation. digging into the Larkins’ background and Miller’s friends. He spoke to neighbors, acquaintances, and anyone who might have information. Kim’s persistence paid off when he discovered some illegal activities linked to a gold store owned by a powerful politician that Miller manages. The authorities soon arrested the politician, and the investigation widened, putting Miller directly in the spotlight.With every agency now looking for Miller, he knew his time was running out. He decided to make a run for it one night, hoping to escape the strong noose. He packed a small bag, left a note for the Larkins, and slipped out into the darkness. As he made his way through the lowly dark streets, he felt a growing feeling of fear. He knew he had to be careful, but his nerves were on edge