His eyes widened as he remembered what happened some days ago. He looked at the phone again and tried to hush the words in his head. “No way. No way,’’ he said, with a heavy breath. “Is he the one? Did he do this?” He muttered. “Nor… Norton?!” He breathed heavily, unable to contain the thought he was having in his head. He didn't know if his assumption was correct, but he had to make sure that he wasn't wrong. "This cannot be Norton. I'm not sure he is capable of doing anything like this. No way," he muttered to himself, giving himself hope. What to do? He asked himself. He was really confused and didn't know what he would do at that point. He tried to think hard, but his brain was a path of so many steps and a box of so many thoughts. "I… I think I have it. I will have to call my mother and tell her about it. Mom must know about this. If this is truly Norton then I will never let him escape from this one," he said to himself with strong confidence. He immediately put his mom
I don't really remember what happened that day. Mom, I think Norton is the criminal, but I have to be sure about it," Alaric said. "Then how are you going to confirm it?" She asked. "I will have to confront him," Alaric said with a strong voice. "You can summon the A-V squad to come. I need them here in five minutes," Alaric ordered. "Are you sure that you are ready to move? They don't like inconveniences, as I told you before," his mother said. "Yes, Mom. I'm ready to end this shit right now. I hate the fact that I have been played with for too long. If a criminal thinks that is the toughest man on the planet, then he will go one-on-one with the most influential heir the world has seen," Alaric stated. "I like that, son. I love your confidence right now. You are really speaking like my son and a true heir of the Wright family. We have to teach them a lesson for trying to mess with us. No one messes with us and expects to go freely," his mother said. "Yes, Mom. I'm tired of all t
His eyes locked in with Alaric's, and Alaric shook his head a little bit, trying to signal him not to break the news. Luckily, he understood the assignment. "I… I… I have gotten the address. I will check it to… to see…" he stuttered, nodding, as he had his eyes still locked on Alaric. "My goodness, what is all this? Hope it's not what I'm thinking?" He muttered under his breath. He tried not to make it obvious that he had figured out something, and Alaric clenched his fist, hoping that Steve wouldn't mention anything to his mother. "What are you waiting for, Steve? Go and check for the address. This time this one is a legit address. Look for the routes to go there, and choose the simplest and fastest. It is almost 6 pm, and I don't want the day to grow darker before we go meet the man," he said. Steve nodded. "Ah… y… yes. I will go do as you say, young master. Let me check the address and find the best routes to go there now," he said. 'I hope the young master is aware that this
“Rest assured, young master. I'm sure your special guards won't louse around. They will all comply," Steve assured. Alaric, turning to his mother, who looked at him with pride and confidence in her eyes, nodded. "Time to go, Mom,” he said, looking at his mother, who nodded. “Yes, son. It's time to go. Let's get this done quickly and the victory will be ours,” she said and smiled at Alaric. Despite the fear that he was having, and the doubts in his mind, Alaric was very happy that his mother was on his side. “You can go over to your car, Mom. Some of the members of the A-V squad will protect you, and I will also tell some of my bodyguards to be around you. Their cats will surround you so that you don't face any problems,” Alaric said. “I don't think that I need the protection as much as you do, son. There is no need to have so many guards surrounding my car. I think you should be the one protected more than me,” she said, but Alaric shook his head. “No, Mom. You are the one who
“But, how do you plan on using this, young master? Don't you think that there is a way the criminal will figure it out?” Steve asked, and Alaric paused in his words. That was really something that had escaped his head, and he didn't have an answer to that important question! “I… I… I don't really have an answer to that question, Steve,” Alaric said. “What? You're planning on using a microphone and you don't know how you'd be able to communicate with the guard without the criminal knowing? You are going to face the criminal one-on-one, and there is no way you will speak into the microphone without him noticing,” Alaric said. “I thought we talked about codes, young Master?” The guard asked. “Ah! Yes. Codes. I think we will have to stick by that because that is the only way out,” Alaric said. Steve looked shocked. “Codes? What codes?” “We are planning on using codes to communicate with each other, Steve. I think that will be an easier way since the criminal wouldn't know what I'm
Norton arrived at the address and halted his car. He looked out of his window, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he recognized the weathered façade. Memories of the tumultuous encounter with Alaric flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder if history was about to repeat itself. Hoping against the inevitable, he stepped out of his car, the creaking door adding an eerie soundtrack to the deserted scene. The surroundings were a haunting reflection of neglect and abandonment. The air was thick with dust, particles caught in the soft rays of light that managed to filter through the cracked windows. The building itself stood as a testament to time's relentless march, its walls bearing the scars of a forgotten past. Shattered glass lay scattered like fallen stars on the uneven floor, and the once-vibrant paint had faded into a palette of muted grays and browns. As Norton ventured deeper into the dilapidated structure, the echoes of his footsteps mingled with the memories of a
Alaric's eyes widened as Steve broached the subject he'd been desperately hoping to avoid. His mind desperately searched for a way to navigate the conversation without revealing too much, because he knew that he didn't have a direct answer to the question. Panic gripped him, unknowing of why, and for a moment, he was utterly dumbstruck. He fumbled for words, his mind racing to come up with a response that would deflect the impending confrontation. As Steve pressed on, Alaric swallowed hard, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He knew this moment was inevitable, the past catching up with him. Inwardly, he berated himself for not being better prepared, for not having a convincing explanation at the ready. "I know that that was where I found you," Steve declared, his gaze piercing. Alaric sighed inwardly, acknowledging that he couldn't dance around the truth any longer. "The abandoned house, same address was where I found you, young master, and you were unconscious. Are we serio
Sighing deeply, he took a moment to calm down. Finding the innermost courage to move forward, he raised his head straight, looking through the windshield, and holding a tight grip on the steering wheels. "Drive!" he ordered through the transmission system, and Steve relayed the command to the guard in the accompanying vehicle. They drove immediately, and most of the people who were around watched as all of them rode off, as if they were escorting a president. Alaric, behind the wheel of his sleek black vehicle, felt a surge of responsibility. As the convoy rolled down the winding roads, Alaric couldn't shake off the feeling of anticipation. He reached into his pocket, retrieving the small earpiece he had acquired earlier. Slipping the earpiece into his ear, Alaric hesitated for a moment before pressing a button on its side. A soft hum filled his ear, signaling its activation. With a deep breath, he called out, "Steve, do you read me?" In another vehicle down the convoy, S