Chapter 75"It's a deal," he said, with a genuine smile stretching across his face. "When I arrive at the office, our trusted associate will go through all the necessary details and sign the agreement. After that, it will be promptly forwarded to you through mail, ensuring a smooth and efficient process. Rest assured, you won't regret partnering with us.""Thanks so much," he expressed his gratitude, the words tinged with genuine appreciation. With this simple statement, he conveyed his understanding of the effort and commitment that had been put into this partnership, recognizing the value of the other person's contribution."Well, as per your interest, it seems you have come here to personally evaluate our platform. Are you prepared to embark on this journey?" he inquired, his demeanor reflecting his determination to cater to the needs of his client."Absolutely," came the response, laced with a sense of conviction. "I firmly believe that investing in a business necessitates thoroug
Grandpa Richard's eyes brimmed with a seething anger, his face twisted in a fierce scowl as he took deliberate strides closer to them. In this tense atmosphere, Claire, feeling a pang of fear, couldn't help but speak up."Mum," she asked, her words somewhat muffled by her hand covering her mouth, "what have you done?"With a voice that carried both determination and a hint of intimidation, her mother responded, "Go and pack your things. We need to leave this place. You will sign the divorce papers, whether you like it or not."The weight of her mother's words hung heavily in the air, creating an atmosphere charged with a mix of apprehension and uncertainty. Claire's mind raced as she contemplated the implications of her mother's actions, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions as the world she once knew seemed to crumble around her.Grandpa Richard couldn't contain his simmering anger any longer. His voice cut through the tension, laced with a potent mix of fury and disbelief. "How da
"Is this how you flinch," Claire seethed, her voice sharp with anger, "like you could switch so easily, just because he's the grandson of the whatever their freaking name is? I think you have to learn, he's mine and no one dares stop me." Her retort dripped with audacity, fueling the tension in the room. As she walked closer, Claire's eyes blazed with determination, embodying a sense of ownership over her own choices. Without hesitation, she jerked her hand away from her mother's grasp, ready to take control of her own destiny. And in one swift motion, Claire's hand connected with his cheek, the resounding slap echoing through the room, solidifying her defiance.Claire thundered, her voice seething with venom, "don't ever hold my mom in such a manner. Can you please get the fuck off, or do you need another slap from me?" Her words left a sharp edge in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to suffocate the room.He stood there, stunned, aching from the sting of her slap. His voice tr
They all entered the room, finding themselves surrounded by an air of tension. Mrs. Williams took a deep breath before speaking, her voice filled with a mixture of anxiety and trepidation."Allow me to get straight to the point," she began, sensing the harshness in Ethan's voice. "Many years ago, we were trapped in poverty, and our marriage was strained. I was working as a maid for the Johnson family, and one day, Johnson's aunt returned from Europe, searching for love. In my desperation, I convinced my husband to pursue a relationship with her, knowing it would provide us with a way out of our dire circumstances. Despite his reluctance, I pushed him to obtain the necessary qualifications for the role, seeing it as our only chance to escape the trenches we were in."Mrs. Williams continued, her words punctuated by tears that welled up in her eyes, her heart heavy with the weight of her past actions. She described the circumstances at that time with a mix of guilt and regret evident in
"I will be there in a few minutes," he let out, his voice filled with urgency and determination. With the call concluded, he wasted no time as he swiftly stepped out of the house and made his way to the garage. With a sense of purpose, he got into his car and drove with speed towards the guy's house.As he reached his destination, he parked his car cautiously in the garage, taking care not to cause any damage. Stepping out, he approached the apartment building with a focused demeanor. Arriving at the door, he clicked on the doorbell, the sound resonating through the air. Within moments, the door swung open, revealing a young man with black, coily, yet groomed hair. His attire exuded professionalism, perfectly aligned with his role."You are welcome, Mr. Ethan," he welcomed him in a meek tone, a hint of humility in his voice as he graciously allowed him to gain full entrance into his villa.Ethan, appreciating the effort put into the exquisite designs, attempted to commend the hard wor
Ethan's curiosity grew more evident as he eagerly awaited her response. The burning question loomed in the air, "Tell me, where did you find it?"Her hesitation was brief, and she finally spoke up, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue and awe, "I happened to stumble upon it in grandpa Richard's room earlier today. It was quite unexpected, really. The ordinary hand gloves were meticulously framed, and I couldn't help but wonder why he would preserve such an everyday item in such a manner.""Just as i was about to satisfy my growing curiosity, Adriana's unexpected entrance interrupted the moment. It seemed she had arrived with some pressing information for Grandpa Richard, disrupting my conversation."Ethan furrowed his brow, his mind spinning with conflicting thoughts and suspicions. "If that truly belongs to my grandfather," he mused aloud, "how is it even possible that it could be the same hand glove used by the killer? Could it be that this murderer deliberately stole the glove to
"Since that’s what you want, I guess I will respect your decision," he said with a tinge of sadness and longing in his voice. The weight of his unspoken desires colored his words, hinting at the deep regret he carried within. The corners of his mouth curved into a bittersweet smile, concealing the lingering hope that maybe, just maybe, things would change.With a heavy heart, Ethan rose from his seat, his eyes lingering for a moment on the frail figure of his grandfather. "I should go now, grandpa," he uttered softly, his voice filled with a combination of affection and worry. "Take care of yourself," he added, punctuating his words with genuine concern.As he made his way towards the door, his steps intertwining with a sense of resignation, his grandfather's voice broke the silence. "Please kindly call Adriana for me on your way out," he requested, his voice holding a hint of urgency. Ethan nodded, understanding the importance of the simple task.As Ethan passed through the hallway,
Chapter 82"Let's keep this short," he exclaimed as he crossed his arms, a tingle of frustration in his voice. His eyes locked with theirs, conveying an unspoken plea for understanding. "I will appreciate if you don't approach me with any of these things in the future." With that, he turned on his heel and began walking away, his steps swift and purposeful.As he made his way through the bustling hallway, the clamor of voices and hushed whispers enveloped him. Yet, amidst the sea of sounds, a distinct commotion caught his attention. The source of the disturbance emanated from the direction of Uncle Raymond's room. Intrigued by the intensity of the argument, he found his feet gravitating towards the doorway.Initially, he hesitated, wrestling with a pang of guilt over his inclinations towards eavesdropping. Privacy was a virtue he held dear, but the allure of forbidden secrets tugged at his curiosity. With an internal struggle, he resolved to take just one step closer, determined to me